"BOOM—!!!"
Two bursts of special-grade cursed energy, like apocalyptic storms, collided violently in the sky above Jujutsu High.
Visible ripples of black and dark red energy surged in every direction like a mad tsunami.
The already devastated ruins of the school buildings were instantly reduced to powder under the weight of the terrifying shockwave.
Even the moisture in the surrounding air evaporated instantly under the friction of such intense cursed energy, letting out a series of piercing sonic booms.
Yuta Okkotsu gripped the special-made katana Yoru had gifted him with a death grip.
The cursed energy around him surged like boiling lava, causing his black hair to dance wildly in the gale.
"Rika—!!!"
Following Yuta Okkotsu's shrill roar that seemed to erupt from the depths of his soul...
Behind him, the mountain-sized special-grade vengeful cursed spirit, Rika Orimoto, threw open her maw filled with jagged, saw-like teeth.
"Yuta—!!!"
"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!!"
Rika let out an ear-piercing shriek.
Her massive, twisted, bone-spiked arm, carrying a terrifying force capable of crushing mountains, slammed down toward Suguru Geto.
Standing atop the ruins, Suguru Geto's signature gojo-kesa fluttered violently in the wind.
He wore a calm yet profoundly mad smile on his face.
Faced with Rika's world-shaking strike, he merely raised his right hand.
"Go, Tamamo-no-Mae."
"Go and tear apart that pathetic pure love."
"Whirr—!"
Following Suguru Geto's cold command...
The narrowed fox eyes of the special grade imaginary vengeful spirit, Tamamo-no-Mae, suddenly erupted with a crimson light.
The nine massive fox tails behind her swelled instantly, like nine pillars holding up the heavens, and lashed out with a space-tearing force to meet Rika's giant arm.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Deafening collisions exploded in mid-air like a rapid succession of thunderclaps.
Rika's arm and Tamamo-no-Mae's tails twisted and fought madly; every impact tore pitch-black rifts into the atmosphere.
The violent shockwaves of cursed energy shook the barrier over Jujutsu High so hard it seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
And at the very moment the two special-grade cursed spirits began their life-and-death struggle...
Yuta Okkotsu's figure burst forth from Rika's shadow like a bolt of black lightning!
"Die!"
His custom katana carried a chilling flash of blade light, aimed directly for Suguru Geto's throat.
"Too slow."
Suguru Geto's lips curled into a cold smirk.
He shifted slightly, dodging Yuta's thunderous strike like a phantom.
Then, he swung a palm-edge strike infused with dense cursed energy, slamming it hard against the back of Yuta's blade.
"Clang!"
A sharp metallic ring echoed.
Yuta felt an irresistible, overwhelming force surge through the hilt. His palm split instantly, and blood splattered.
He was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily into a remaining wall.
""
Yuta Okkotsu groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.
But the killing intent in his eyes didn't fade; instead, it became even more frenzied.
He kicked off the wall, turning into an afterimage once more, launching a savage barrage of slashes at Suguru Geto like a tireless beast.
"It's no use, Yuta Okkotsu."
Suguru Geto strolled casually through the rain of blade light, taunting him with sharp words.
"Is this your so-called love?"
"You can't even master your own curse properly; you're just hacking blindly like a headless fly."
"Your ridiculous pure love is worth absolutely nothing before a true cause!"
Suguru Geto landed a heavy kick to Yuta's abdomen.
"Bang!"
Yuta was kicked away again, tumbling over ten meters along the ground before he managed to stabilize himself.
"Shut up..."
Yuta Okkotsu stood up unsteadily, clutching his stomach.
"I won't let you..."
"I won't let you insult Rika!"
"Whirr—!!!"
Along with Yuta Okkotsu's near-manic roar...
The already vast cursed energy within him surged again in a terrifying explosion, fueled by extreme anger and provocation!
He stared fixedly at Suguru Geto, his mind frantically replaying the image of Yoru swinging that black katana on the training grounds over and over again.
"Breathe..."
'Concentrate every ounce of power, every shred of will...'
Yuta Okkotsu's chest heaved violently.
Driven by an instinct etched into his very marrow, he began to unconsciously force his body to mimic Yoru's sword techniques!
Meanwhile...
Atop a bell tower several hundred meters away that had yet to fall...
A figure in a black trench coat, with the broken Shiranui at his waist, sat quietly on the edge.
Yoru.
He held a cold can of cola, his deep red eyes shimmering with an eerie light.
Transparent World, fully active!
In Yoru's vision, every detail of the battlefield below—even the blood flow, muscle contractions, and cursed energy circuits within Suguru Geto and Yuta Okkotsu—was clearly visible.
'That guy Geto...'
Yoru took a sip of cola, a helpless smile touching his lips.
'Even though he talks tougher than anyone, playing the part of a Demon King who wants to devour Yuta alive...'
'But every seemingly lethal blow is precisely adjusted at the last moment to avoid Yuta's vitals.'
Yoru looked at the brutal battle below, his mind clear.
He knew Suguru Geto was using this extreme method—even at the cost of bearing all the infamy—to force Yuta to grow.
To force this raw gemstone with infinite potential to fully bloom with his own light in this life-or-death crisis!
'However...'
Yoru's gaze suddenly locked onto Yuta, who was frantically mimicking his movements.
A rare look of shock flashed through his normally calm red eyes!
'This kid...'
Under the gaze of the Transparent World...
Yoru could see it with total clarity.
Yuta, standing on the edge of extreme rage and total berserk madness, wasn't just forcing himself to copy complex sword forms.
Even the frequency of his sea-like cursed energy flow was, in an incredible way...
Beginning to force the resonance rhythm of a Breathing Technique!
'A genius.'
Yoru's hand tightened on the cola can.
'No, "genius" isn't enough to describe this.'
'This is simply a...'
'A monster born for the sake of combat!'
On the battlefield below.
Yuta Okkotsu slowly raised his special-made katana.
He pointed the tip directly at Suguru Geto.
"Huu—"
Accompanied by a strange sound of breathing that seemed to make even the surrounding air tremble...
A faint, yet soul-shivering flicker suddenly passed through Yuta Okkotsu's originally clear eyes...
A flame!
Can he succeed?
That Sun Breathing which even the strongest in the jujutsu world, Satoru Gojo, could not understand or replicate.
Could it really be performed by this God of Pure Love who entered the jujutsu world less than a year ago...
In this absolute desperate moment...
Actually replicate it?!