Jogo fled rapidly through the ruined street.
He had used the self-destruct as a cover to make his run!
His body moved in frantic bursts, flames sputtering unevenly from his shoulders.
Debris scattered under his feet as he dashed forward, smashing through broken concrete and twisted street signs without slowing down.
Right now—He was experiencing the most intense emotions in his life.
FEAR!
Not even a shred of confidence remained from his broken shell.
What replaced it instead…was just fear.
Raw.
Instinctive.
Humiliating fear!
'Damn it… damn it… damn it…!'
His thoughts roared louder than his voice.
The technique called [Limitless]...was too much!
It was too abnormal.
Too unreasonable.
Too disgusting!
How could such a technique exist in this world?
Every attack failed.
Every strike stopped.
Not slowed.
Not weakened.
It is able to directly stopped them!
What Jogo didn't know—was that the Limitless Technique itself wasn't what made the situation hopeless.
The true abnormality—was the man using it.
Gojo Satoru.
A man who treated an overwhelmingly complex inherited technique…like a casual passive skill.
Like breathing.
Like blinking.
Like walking.
That was what made it look terrifying.
Right now, Jogo's only remaining trump card…was Domain Expansion.
But even that was an uncertainty.
If he expanded his Domain—Then Gojo Satoru would almost certainly respond with one of his own.
And from the very first moment Jogo saw him—he had sensed something strange.
Gojo's energy…was completely different from any exorcist or being he had ever encountered.
"Yo~"
Just as Jogo was in his internal struggle while also escaping, a cheerful voice suddenly sounded beside him.
"Where's my brother running off to?"
Gojo Satoru's voice appeared next to Gojo, which made the latter panic and wanted to distance himself, but before he could do that in the next second, an infinitely magnified side kick appeared in his eyes.
BANG—!!!
A white arc streaked across the air like lightning.
Jogo's body was launched violently— Straight into a roadside trash container.
CRASH—!!!
Metal twisted inward, while the garbage exploded outward in all directions. Rotten waste splattered across the pavement with some sticking on Jogo's body.
Gojo Satoru raised his fist triumphantly, midair.
"YES!" He shouted loudly. "Goal scored!"
His grin widened mischievously.
....
Jogo slowly climbed out of the crushed trash container. Filth dripped from his body with some rotten garbage still clung to his molten skin.
Veins bulged across his forehead. His expression twisted into something monstrous.
"Gojo Satoru…" His voice trembled violently. "Today…"
Flames erupted violently around him.
"YOU DIE!!"
ROOOOAAARRR—!!!
The street trembled under the force of his anger.
At this point—
He didn't care anymore.
Didn't care if Gojo had a Domain.
Didn't care about strategy.
Didn't care about survival.
He only wanted one thing and that is to kill the person!
Because this—was humiliation beyond endurance!
Fighting was one thing.
Being mocked—
Being toyed with—
Being treated like some kind of entertainment!
That was unforgivable.
Jogo looked around quickly with his rage filled eye.
Only to find that, Gojo had already disappeared. Again.
"Where…?!" His voice sharpened, his eye scanning his surrounding like a simp searching for his idol. "Where did he go?!"
Before he could again shout in rage.
A relaxed voice echoed nearby.
"Wari, wari~ (Sorry, sorry~)"
Jogo turned sharply at his voice, after getting ridicule by the person so much it would be a miracle if he wasn't able to recognize whose voice it was.
And as he have thought.
Standing calmly in the open street was Gojo Satoru.
But the person next to him is what surpise Jogo.
It was a young girl in an exorcist uniform that was staring at him with a calm and serious eyes.
It was Benio Adashino.
Jogo frowned deeply.
"An exorcist… child?"
Confusion flashed across his eye as thoughts began to run in his head.
What was he planning?
Was this some kind of mockery?
"Bringing a kid here…" Jogo sneered coldly, to cover his inner confusion. "What? Planning to use her as a shield?"
Even though Jogo himself know that it wasn't the case he still couldn't help but take the chance to ridicule Gojo.
Gojo laughed lightly, not minding his provocation.
"Nope." He waved casually, before patting Benio lightly on the shoulder. "I'm just giving my lovely student here, some on-site teaching."
He grinned proudly.
"After all…" He puffed his chest slightly. "I'm a greatest teacher there is."
Jogo stared at him with a peculiar look on his face.
Greatest teacher?
How are you able to say that after dragging your own students into a battlefields?!
Still, a cruel smile slowly appeared on Jogo's face. He didn't mind it at all. Since—
"How stupid…" He muttered. "Bringing dead weight yourself…"
His cursed energy surged violently. Flames intensified.
"You really want her to die that badly?"
Gojo chuckled in front of his provocation. As a mocking smile appeared across his face.
"It's fine." He shrugged casually. Then tilted his head.
"After all…"
His smile widened slightly,
"Omae wa yowai (You're weak)."
Silence.
Total silence.
Even distant observers froze.
Those watching from afar—
Exorcists.
Spectators.
All held their breath.
Jogo too stood motionless. His mind echoed with those words.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Weak
Weak…?
Weak…!!
His cursed energy surged violently. Flames erupted from his body uncontrollably. The volcanic lid on his head trembled violently.
Then—
CRACK—!!
It shifted.
Three pillars of violent flame erupted from the vents across his body.
"STOP LOOKING DOWN ON ME—!!!"
His roar shattered the air. His single eye bulged outward, voice breaking under rage.
"SEE IF I DON'T SWALLOW YOUR SMUG FACE TOGETHER WITH YOUR STUDENT!!!"
Flames exploded violently across the street.
Before, Jogo took a deep breath.
Then, His hands formed seals.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
A strange smile formed across his face.
Mad.
Unstable.
At the same time, Gojo spoke calmly beside Benio.
"Listen carefully, Benio."
His voice shifted slightly.
Still playful, but now instructive.
Teacher-like? Maybe....
"A very important lesson is coming."
Benio nodded slightly, her eyes sharp and focus.
Gojo gestured toward Jogo casually.
"First…" He said calmly. "Let me introduce today's subject."
He smiled.
"This miserable person..."
He pointed lazily.
"Is what's known as a Curse Spirit."
Benio narrowed her eyes slightly, this was something new to her.
Meanwhile—
Jogo's cursed energy surged wildly. Drawing power violently from the surroundings. From the negative emotions of the humans!
The air distorted.
Heat intensified.
A dark sphere formed behind him.
Swelling outward.
Expanding rapidly!
"Domain Expansion…"
Jogo's voice echoed in the battlefield.
Low.
Filled with rage.
Madness. Uncontrollable madness surged through his mind.
Power flooded his body as the black sphere expanded even more—
Swallowing everything.
Gojo.
Benio.
And himself.
The world seem to have vanished.
As the three person dissapear without any movement.
.....
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
Then, Cracks began to appeared across the black void.
Molten rock surged upward.
Ground shattered.
Flames erupted everywhere.
The landscape shifted violently—Transforming into a hellish volcanic environment.
Lava rivers.
Molten stone.
Blazing infernos.
"COFFIN OF THE IRON MOUNTAIN!"
Jogo declared coldly.
The Domain completed.
Fully formed.
They now stood—Inside a volcanic hell.
.....
A massive boulder lifted into the air.
Jogo hurled it forward violently.
"Die!!"
The rock surged toward Gojo—
But, Gojo simply raised one hand in response to the attack.
The boulder shattered midair.
Broken into dust.
Before touching him.
Jogo's eye trembled. Unease began creeping into his thoughts once again.
"Tch…" He muttered. "Ordinary exorcist burn to ash the moment they enter this Domain…"
His gaze shifted.
Specifically toward Benio.
She stood calmly, Observing. Curious.
Not afraid.
And that only made him feel even more irritated.
Inside his mind, Shame surged violently.
He remembered every moment of the battle.
Every strike.
Every humiliation!
Gojo had never treated him seriously. He knew it!
Only played.
Toyed.
Mocked.
As a Special Grade Curse Spirit…
As a being meant to surpass humans.
He could not tolerate this!
No matter what—
Even if he failed—
Even if he died—
He would kill the girl beside him!
Just once.
Just to break that mocking smile.
....
"Gojo-sensei…" Benio spoke calmly from inside the invisible orb. Her voice steady and calm, contrast to her surrounding.
"What should we do now?"
Gojo smiled slightly. Clearly pleased at her calmness.
"Good question." He slowly removed his blindfold.
Revealing, His brilliant blue eyes again to the world.
Glowing faintly. Beautiful.
"The most effective way to counter a Domain…" He explained calmly. "Is to deploy one of your own."
"I WILL BURN YOU TO ASHES, GOJO SATORU!!" Jogo roared violently, as flames erupted wildly from the molten ground. Hot lava like streams surged forward.
Sweeping toward them violently. With the full intention of burning them alive.
Benio closed her eyes briefly instinctively, then reopened them again the next second.
Trusting him.
Believing in her teacher.
Sure enough, At three meters distance...the lava stopped.
Frozen.
Unable to advance.
It was blocked by Infinity.
Gojo placed his blindfold inside his pocket.
Then spoke calmly. Softly.
"Domain Expansion…" His voice echoed through the volcanic hell. Blue eyes gleamed brilliantly.
His right hand rose slowly.
Two fingers extended.
As a single-handed seal was formed.
He continue, Quietly. Clearly.
"Unlimited Void."
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