Gojo smiled. "Do you really think that would stop me?" Magic swirled around Gojo's body as he started floating. "I'm a void dragon; I can win without even using my draconic might. We are masters of magic."
The clouds above moved, and thunder roared as Gojo's body crackled with magic. He was ready to start fighting Alcott, wanting to see just how powerful his father was. What Gojo didn't understand yet was that even if Alcott was objectively weaker than him in terms of stats and sheer abilities, he far outclasses him in many other ways that he cannot even begin to fathom.
From his bag, Alcott pulled a three-section staff, and the entire brewing storm halted as Gojo's magic weakened. "A climate baton. I got it from the Red-hair pirates' crow in exchange for slaying a sea dragon that cut their trade route." He then showed the baton to Gojo. "It can't control the weather as its name suggests, but it infects and overtakes other people's magic."
