Chapter 45

"Without any warning, a fist sliced through the air and came crashing toward his face."

"I can't hear you," Kurosawa Ren said, dodging smoothly to the side. "Let's talk later."

"Oh? Now I'm getting mad."

Ren sidestepped effortlessly, evading Gojo Satoru's punch with precise footwork. A flicker of irritation appeared on his usually calm face.

Prison Master... you're not walking away from this unscathed.

"Impressive. Your hand-to-hand skills are well-trained," Gojo said with a hint of admiration as he watched Ren dodge with ease.

"But now…" Gojo's voice lowered as a serious expression took over his face. "I'm going to stop holding back."

The playful air around him vanished.

"Be warned—I won't pull my punches."

"[Technique Reversal: Azure]!"

As his hand dropped, the air split with a deafening roar.

In an instant, a dazzling blue stream of cursed energy surged toward Ren at blinding speed.

BOOM—!!

The blast was like a pressure bomb detonating mid-air. The sheer force sucked in the air around it like a vacuum.

At the epicenter of the chaos, Kurosawa Ren felt the pull—like being dragged into a black hole.

[A-Rank: Eye of Industry]—Activate.

Ren's eyes sharpened.

In that moment, he unleashed the second ability of Qianzi Muramasa—the Eye of Karma.

A mutation of clairvoyance, the Eye of Karma allowed Ren to see the flow of cause and effect in battle, enhancing both static and dynamic visual input to an almost supernatural level. Born from the gaze of a blacksmith who stared into karmic flames for a lifetime, the eye had long since transcended human sight and reached into the realm of demonic clarity.

"Sword in the Tree!"

Without hesitation, Ren drew the ancient, knot-ridden sword—its bark-like blade humming with energy. Magic surged into it as golden light swelled along its edge.

Gojo's eyes narrowed.

A sudden wave of magic sliced forward with divine force.

BOOOOM!!!

The two attacks—Gojo's "Azure" and Ren's radiant slash—clashed with earth-shaking force.

A violent surge of energy exploded outward like the birth of a star. The Curse High School grounds were ravaged further, buildings crumbling under the expanding shockwave.

Ren soared upward on a black-winged projection spell, riding the aftershock.

"Guess I didn't completely destroy Curse High School," he smirked.

Streams of golden energy—sword-qi infused with divine magic—rained down from above like holy artillery.

Gojo looked up, entirely unshaken.

"I've heard rumors you wield a power unlike jujutsu. Now that I've seen it... you weren't exaggerating."

Despite the bombardment of deadly sword beams, Gojo strolled leisurely through the rubble, his steps calm and measured.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

Suddenly, every golden strike froze mid-air, suspended in space like glowing crystal.

Ren's eyes widened.

This was the Limitless Technique—Gojo's signature domain inherited from the ancient Gojo clan.

By manipulating the concept of infinity, Gojo created a space where any object approaching him would slow infinitely, never able to make contact.

It was frustratingly invincible—and infuriatingly elegant.

"You attacked me, now let me return the favor," Gojo said, rising into the air.

He raised his fingers into a gun shape, pointing straight at Ren.

"Technique Reversal: Red."

FWOOOSH—!!

A beam of red repulsion energy exploded toward Ren.

With no time to spare, Ren summoned Seven Rings of Blazing Sky, his projection forming seven radiant shields in front of him.

BOOM!!!

The impact turned the night sky blood red. The shields vibrated violently, each layer cracking slightly under the intense repulsion force.

What sheer power… Ren thought. That might as well have been a miniature supernova.

But the shields held.

Barely.

He exhaled sharply, sweat trickling down his brow.

He had improved. Not long ago, a special-grade cursed spirit would have overpowered him easily. Now, he was matching the strongest sorcerer alive.

Gojo grinned.

"You're getting more and more interesting, Kurosawa Ren!"

It had been too long since he'd faced such a thrilling opponent.

Raising his hand again, Gojo focused his six glowing blue eyes on Ren. Red energy flared at his fingertips.

"Bah bah bah bah bah!!"

He became a living turret, launching spell after spell in rapid succession, red streaks tearing through the sky like missiles.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

Ren's shield, the Seven Rings of Blazing Sky, shimmered under the assault, each layer absorbing impact after impact.

But passive defense wasn't Ren's style.

"Projection initiated!"

"Activate Qianzi Muramasa's third ability—[Flame]!"

This was his trump card.

The EX-rank ability [Flame] drew out a torrent of magical power, letting him summon a storm of Noble Phantasms.

Chi! Chi! Chi!!

One after another, legendary weapons filled the sky and rained down in a golden flood.

They clashed against Gojo's "Red" in a breathtaking storm of light and sound.

Shockwaves rolled outward in concentric rings.

Within moments, the sky above Curse High School turned into a vortex of clashing power.

The impact was so intense that the surrounding air entered a temporary vacuum.

Far below, the school's faculty and students—finally freed from Geto's illusions—rushed back to the scene.

"…My school!"

Principal Noctua Masamichi, a towering man with sunglasses and a square jaw, stared in disbelief at the ruin that had once been Curse High.

He looked like someone had personally insulted his ancestors.

"Principal Noctua… I—I'm sorry," said Miwa Kasumi, trying not to laugh as she glanced at the smoldering wreckage.

She wasn't the only one.

Behind her, Zenin Maki and Nishimiya Momo exchanged wide-eyed looks.

"If those two keep going, they're going to raze all of Tokyo," Noctua growled, fuming.

From above, Momo floated a bit higher on her broom, curious.

"Wait a second… isn't that Kurosawa Ren?!"

Miwa's face instantly turned red.

"He's fighting Mr. Gojo?! Oh my god—he's so cool," Momo teased, nudging her friend.

Zenin Maki raised an eyebrow. "So that's Kasumi's little crush, huh? Not bad…"

"Shut up, you two!" Miwa squeaked, her face now burning crimson.

Even her ears were red.

Nearby, the ever-composed Shoko Ieiri gave her students a withering look. "Enough chatter."

But as her own eyes drifted skyward, they landed on Ren's figure—proud, sharp, radiant against the chaotic sky.

She blinked.

...Why is he kind of... handsome?

To her horror, she felt her cheeks warm.

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