The sky shattered.
It was a literal shattering.
The massive Curtain that had originally loomed over the entire Goodwill Event grounds, blocking even cell phone signals.
First, a tiny crack appeared.
And then...
CRACK!
The crisp sound of splintering exploded against everyone's eardrums.
It wasn't an ordinary sound, but the mournful wail of a barrier made of cursed energy being forcibly torn apart by sheer brute strength.
The black canopy peeled away like a broken eggshell, revealing the azure sky outside.
And along with it, a figure suspended in mid-air.
Snow-white hair danced wildly in the wind, and a black blindfold covered those eyes capable of seeing through everything in existence, but the aura radiating from him was more dazzling than the midday sun.
The strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era, Satoru Gojo.
He hovered there casually in the air, hands tucked into his pockets, like a deity looking down upon the mortal realm.
"Oh?"
That lighthearted voice carried clearly through the air to every corner of the battlefield.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the blindfold as he scanned the battlefield below.
Instead of the expected scene of devastation where students were desperately holding on, a bizarre sight unfolded.
Massive plant roots lay severed across the ground, looking as if they had been sliced cleanly by something incredibly sharp.
Hanami, the Special Grade Cursed Spirit that had the Jujutsu High group on high alert, was now kneeling on the ground, its body trembling violently.
Its left shoulder along with half its chest had been completely gouged out by some terrifying force, exposing blackened, writhing tissue within.
And facing it...
The boy named Yoru stood there silently, clutching a black tachi.
There were few wounds on the boy's body; only the blade still radiated a heart-stopping heat.
But looking closely, one could see his right hand gripping the sword was trembling uncontrollably.
White steam wasn't just rising from the blade; it was also billowing from the surface of his skin.
He was pushing himself to the limit.
After switching between Thunder Breathing and Sun Breathing repeatedly, combined with that stamina-draining Crimson Flash, Yoru was currently only holding on through a single breath of Total Concentration Breathing.
"It seems I'm late?"
Satoru Gojo paused for a moment, then his lips curved into a meaningful smile.
Despite the blindfold, everyone could sense his surprise.
This was a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
A Special Grade that possessed intelligence, understood tactics, and could even use Domain Expansion.
To think it had been pushed to this state by a first-year student who hadn't even been officially ranked yet.
'Is this... the key that can completely incinerate this rotten jujutsu world?'
Satoru Gojo murmured to himself, his Six Eyes operating at high speed to analyze the residual cursed energy traces of Yoru's previous strike.
No, there was no cursed energy.
That strike still hadn't utilized any cursed energy.
It was pure swordsmanship, pure physical strength, and some kind of principle that transcended the jujutsu system.
"How interesting."
The smile on Satoru Gojo's face deepened.
Although Yoru had already taken control of the situation, Gojo had no intention of staying idle.
Since he was here, he had to do something, right?
After all, as a teacher, he needed to show off his skills in front of his students once in a while to establish some authority.
"Even though my help isn't needed anymore..."
Satoru Gojo slowly raised his right hand, his slender finger tapping lightly in the air.
"Let's clear the field a bit."
Vrrr—!
The air began to vibrate.
A suffocating pressure instantly enveloped the entire forest.
It wasn't directed at anyone, but the mere presence of this power was enough to distort the surrounding space.
Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Aoi Todo... everyone reflexively looked up at the figure in the sky.
Even Yoru, who had just been in a life-and-death struggle with Hanami, sheathed his sword and looked up.
Atop those fingertips...
Red and blue lights began to converge.
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."
Two completely opposite infinities were forcibly fused together in this moment.
Repulsion and attraction.
Positive and negative.
Creation and destruction.
At a single point on his fingertip, it was born.
Hollow Purple.
It was a purple sphere of light.
It didn't look large, not even as big as the cursed energy seeds released by Hanami.
But the moment it appeared, the surrounding light was swallowed whole.
Even sound vanished.
Only that purple glow remained as the sole color in the world.
"Run!!!"
Hanami, on the ground, let out a heart-wrenching scream.
As a Special Grade, it knew the horror of that move better than anyone.
It was absolute destruction.
A conceptual strike that was undefendable, unavoidable, and lethal upon contact.
Ignoring its agonizing pain, it frantically channeled its remaining cursed energy, trying to burrow into the ground to escape.
However, it was already too late.
Satoru Gojo's finger flicked forward lightly.
"Hollow Purple."
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Because the speed of sound couldn't even begin to keep up with the speed of that attack.
Purple light instantly pierced through heaven and earth.
Everywhere it passed—be it trees, rocks, air, or the cursed spirit's defenses—all vanished into nothingness.
They weren't destroyed.
They were simply erased.
Like an eraser gently swiping across a drawing, wiping everything there completely clean.
"Is it over?"
Yuji Itadori's mouth hung wide open, his jaw practically hitting the floor.
Is this... the strongest of the modern era? Gojo Sensei's true power?
Compared to this power, their previous battle was like a mere child's game.
However.
Just as the purple sphere was about to completely consume Hanami.
"It's not over yet!"
Yoru's voice suddenly rang out.
His eyes were fixed intently on the other side of the battlefield as Shiranui was drawn slightly once more.
Over there...
A violent aura, seemingly from subterranean lava, was descending from the sky at an incredible speed, heading straight for the despairing Hanami!
That's... another Special Grade!