The Question Echoed – Chapter 125

The Question Echoed – Chapter 125

"How strong is he?"

That question lingered in the minds of everyone who had heard—even vaguely—of what happened at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

But no one asked it more seriously than Gojo Satoru himself.

He walked through the now-silent school grounds, his steps slow and thoughtful. All around him were the scars of the battle—collapsed buildings, shattered trees, and cracked earth. But his thoughts were far elsewhere.

"Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga…"

Gojo's eyes narrowed as he repeated the name in his mind.

"Mahoraga—the most powerful shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique. No user of the technique has ever tamed it. Not one."

It was not just Gojo who understood the gravity of what had happened. Every elder sorcerer, every grade-one who had ever heard the stories… they were all asking the same question:

"How strong is he?"

Gojo stopped walking.

His thoughts drifted to Suguru Geto—one of only four Special Grade Sorcerers in the world. Known. Feared. Revered.

And yet—Ren Sato defeated him.

"He fought Geto, who had years of experience. And not just experience—versatility. Cursed spirit manipulation gave Geto endless combinations. He was no joke, not even for me…"

"And then there's Mahoraga…"

Gojo's fists curled slightly at his side.

That's when the memory hit him—a story buried in the old books.

A tale of two clan heads.

One born with the Six Eyes and the Limitless. The other is the head of the Zen'in clan, wielder of the Ten Shadows Technique.

They fought as enemies.

And they killed each other.

A draw.

But Gojo remembered the detail—the speculation.

"The only reason the Ten Shadows head could fight on equal ground… was probably Mahoraga."

Gojo let out a slow breath.

"But Ren… fought both. Alone."

He stared at the ruins before him, thoughts deeper than before.

"Could I do it?"

"Could I defeat Geto and Mahoraga while still keeping everyone else alive?"

A smirk touched Gojo's lips.

He believed he could win… but protect everyone at the same time?

That was a different kind of miracle.

And somehow, that's exactly what Ren Sato had done.

Not a single civilian died.

Not even the students.

"It's almost like he pushed the battle away from everyone… like he was thinking ahead. He even pulled Megumi away before Mahoraga was summoned…"

That wasn't luck. That was tactical awareness.

And now, the story of what happened began to travel across the jujutsu world.

A sixteen-year-old boy.

Who fought Suguru Geto.

Who survived Mahoraga?

Who defeated both.

A first-year who taught himself cursed energy, who had control over one of the few recorded special grade curses, 'Rika,'

And despite all the rumors, no one could answer the biggest question:

How did Ren Sato actually win?

Answers only started to appear when someone recovered surveillance footage from an old security camera stationed outside Tokyo Jujutsu High.

The camera was distant. Grainy. Low-quality.

But the footage?

It chilled everyone who saw it.

Within a day, every high-grade sorcerer in Tokyo gathered to watch. Grade-1s, supervisors, even clan heads.

There was a boom in the footage—a distant tremor, pixelated but massive.

And then Megumi, seated off to the side with a brace on his knee, pointed at the screen.

"Yeah… this should be the moment I summoned Mahoraga."

Everyone went silent.

They waited for what came next.

The screen showed the battlefield. Small figures in the distance. Then—

A black mist rolled across the land.

It swallowed everything.

A shadow dome that twisted the air.

Someone near the back of the room whispered,

"Is that… a domain expansion?"

The murmurs grew louder.

But then—

Gojo spoke.

His voice silenced the room.

"No. It's not a domain… but it's close. The scale—it's massive. Maybe… a cursed technique. One I've never seen before."

That alone stunned the entire room.

If Gojo Satoru didn't know what it was…

Then no one did.

The mist faded.

The field cleared slowly.

And then, they saw it.

A single figure.

Floating.

Cursed energy circling him like a corona.

A sword in hand.

Ren Sato.

In the air, above the battlefield.

Watching everything below.

Gojo stared at the screen with an unreadable look. A mix of amusement, curiosity… and something colder.

"He didn't do that when we fought."

He chuckled quietly to himself.