Good Will Event Phase One: Weight of an Insurmountable Dream
Hours later, happening at the same moment in two different rooms, both Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High gathered their first-year students. In each school, the atmosphere felt heavy—charged with anticipation, rivalry, and the unspoken weight of history. Principals **Masamichi Yaga and Yoshinobu Gakuganji stood before their respective students, their voices carrying authority shaped by years of loss and tradition.
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Tokyo Jujutsu High
Yaga:
"This year's Good Will Event will go differently, since both schools no longer have second-year students anymore. So I'm evidence of that. This time, only the first years will do Phase One."
His voice was steady, but the meaning behind his words was grim. The absence of second years wasn't a rule change—it was a scar left by tragedy.
With a knowing smile on his face, one that barely softened the weight of his words, he let the silence sink in.
Geto:
"So Shoko will be the doctor."
He said it plainly, but there was concern behind his tone. He understood better than most how easily things could spiral out of control.
With a questioning look, **Gojo** tilted his head slightly.
Gojo:
"They say a Kyoto student will assist Shoko."
He glanced over with an amused expression, clearly entertained by the idea rather than worried.
Mei Mei:
"Which means Phase One will be a two-against-two between first years."
She laughed—over-the-top, full of pure confidence—as if the outcome was already decided.
Gojo:
"Ha, do they really think they stand a chance?"
He retorted with a calm, level-headed tone that somehow made the arrogance worse.
Geto:
"Satoru, maybe being this level of overconfidence is not a good thing… it's clouding your judgment."
He said it seriously, his eyes sharp.
With a baffled look, Gojo turned toward him.
Gojo:
"My judgment? No way. It's us. Like we could even beat us—we're the strongest."
He continued with a teasing tone, completely sincere in his belief.
Gojo:
"Come on, we can even split up to cover more ground… and if we encounter any of the Kyoto side, we can deal with them."
The challenge was laced in his words, spoken like a casual fact rather than a boast.
Mei Mei:
"I want to see how this goes."
She continued to provoke his bluff, eyes glinting with interest.
Geto:
"Are you willing to bet on it?"
He asked calmly, already knowing the answer.
And she stood on it, not backing off.
Mei Mei:
"Who knows, maybe I already have."
Nearby, Kai looked at Emi, the two of them listening quietly as the upperclassmen discussed the Good Will Event and everything that was about to unfold. Kai's expression remained calm on the surface, but his mind was racing.
Kai (thoughts):
"This is far different from the manga and anime. We never got to see the Good Will Event from the past, or for Yuta, or for Megumi and Yuji in the main cast. So why is this different? Is it because of my existence? And what other changes are there? So far, Toji having a firstborn child—Emi as his daughter—already changed everything. Originally, only Megumi existed."
The weight of deviation pressed heavily on him. Every change meant unknown consequences.
Yaga continued to explain the event for Phase Two.
He sighed and shook his head before continuing, as if even explaining it annoyed him.
Yaga:
"Phase Two shall be one-on-one battles. Normally, this is how it should go. But this time, both Tokyo and Kyoto first years will team up to fight a team of both Tokyo and Kyoto third-year students—Kamo Aoi and Gojo Mizuki."
The room stiffened immediately.
Names like that carried pressure.
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Kyoto Jujutsu High
Not so far away, the same explanation was being given to the Kyoto first-year students. The tension in the room was thick, especially with Naoya Zenin and Aoi Kamo present together, neither willing to back down.
Gakuganji spoke in a tired tone, clearly unimpressed by their attitudes.
Gakuganji:
"Both you heirs to the Zenin and New Shadow School will have to deal with Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru."
His words dripped with sarcasm, as if daring them to complain.
Kusakabe:
"Yes, I know who Satoru is—gifted from birth with the Six Eyes and the Limitless curse technique."
He followed up with the same tone, like he had said it a thousand times before.
Naoya:
"He set ablaze the jujutsu world, but I don't see how he's so different from me."
He tried not to laugh, doing the IShowSpeed face, his ego shining brighter than his cursed energy.
Aoi:
"Hold on, dawg—no way you just compared yourself to the person whose existence made curse spirits stronger just to keep the balance."
Utahime quickly stepped in between them before things escalated further.
Panic laced her tone as she tried to calm the situation.
Utahime:
"That should be Phase One. And you said that in Phase Two, Aoi and Mizuki will be in a duo to fight Satoru, Suguru, Kusakabe, and Naoya. Is that not unfair, since both Aoi and Mizuki are very close and have experience teaming up?"
Gakuganji barely looked at her.
Almost not caring in his response, he answered:
Gakuganji:
"Well, this is meant to encourage more teamwork in the future and for more of the big clans to get along. This is an act by the higher-ups to try to adjust to modern times, passed by vote of the jujutsu society."
He looked deeply at the iced-out chains on his wrists and neck, symbols of power and tradition colliding.
Aoi:
"Those old traditionalists actually agreed to this? Is it only because both Mizuki and Yuki pressured for this to happen?"
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Outside Jujutsu Tech
Far outside the barrier of Jujutsu Tech, at a Starbucks, Mizuki stood with a latte in hand, waiting impatiently for Yuki to return with muffins. The city buzzed around them as they continued touring Tokyo, catching up after a long time apart.
Annoyance finally broke through Mizuki's always-cold expression.
Mizuki:
"Does it take thirty business days just to buy muffins?"
The heat of the sun seemed almost enough to melt her own intense mood.
Yuki:
"I got your favorite."
Not wanting to waste any more time, Mizuki replied:
Mizuki:
"Fine, whatever. Give it here."
As she took the drink, a thought crossed her mind.
Yuki:
"So you met him, right? How was he?"
Mizuki already knew who she meant—the man from her travels overseas.
Mizuki:
"He truly is Earth's strongest sorcerer."
She put down the cup of milkshake, memories flooding back uninvited.
Yuki:
"I remember when I shared the same thoughts. There's a much wider world outside of Japan that most never get to see because they choose not to."
She tried to shift the topic, subtly guiding the conversation back to why Mizuki had returned.
Mizuki:
"Shouldn't we be heading to Jujutsu Tech for the Good Will Event by now? It should have started."
Suddenly, Yuki jumped up and grabbed Mizuki's arm, pulling her toward another street, her eyes practically glowing with excitement.
Yuki:
"You've got to try this new pastry shop, Mizuki."
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Back in Jujitsu Tech
Out in the forest, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were walking through the dense trees, their steps light despite the uneven ground beneath them. The barrier surrounding the Good Will Event pulsed faintly above, distorting cursed energy signatures and drawing in hostile spirits like moths to a flame. Their focus was sharp—locked onto Grade 1–level curse spirits, the kind that tested even seasoned sorcerers.
The forest itself felt alive, branches creaking, shadows stretching unnaturally as curse energy stirred beneath the soil.
Gojo:
"Suguru, this would be a lot faster if we split up."
He said it casually, hands in his pockets, sunglasses hiding eyes that were already mapping the battlefield far beyond what anyone else could perceive.
Geto:
"In the event one of us is teamed up on by the Kyoto High team."
His response was calm, calculated. He understood Gojo's strength—but overconfidence invited risk.
Gojo:
"You know, I never took you as the type to be scared of a challenge, Suguru."
That last word hit exactly where Gojo intended.
For a brief moment, Geto's expression tightened.
Pride—quiet but unyielding—was something they both shared.
Without another word, Satoru and Suguru split up, veering off in opposite directions. Neither voiced it, but both knew the real reason:
they hoped to encounter the Kyoto team alone.
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On the Kyoto side
a similar sentiment had been agreed upon by Kusakabe and Naoya. The air around them felt sharper, more volatile, curse energy rippling faintly with every step.
Naoya:
"It's time I see the difference between the Gojo heir and myself as the future heir of the Zenin."
His smile was thin, eyes gleaming with ambition.The wind suddenly shifted.
Leaves trembled violently as phantom images sliced through space, afterimages stacking atop one another as Naoya moved at extreme speed. His presence blurred, vanished, then reappeared across the forest floor as he tore through curse spirits without slowing down.
Each encounter ended the same way.
Ten blows.
Harsh, vicious strikes—precise and merciless—landing faster than a curse spirit could even comprehend its own existence. They died before fear could register, before pain could take form.
Blitz..
With a burst step, Naoya kicked the leg of a curse spirit clean off balance. In the same breath, he followed up with multiple strikes to its limbs, his focus razor-sharp as he applied his curse technique with surgical precision.
He froze only the impact zones, timing it perfectly—
every five-strike volley locking space itself for a fraction of a second as the fading of animation frames left the space .
The limbs shattered repeatedly, cracking apart like glass under pressure, before collapsing uselessly onto the forest floor. The curse spirit's body followed, already fading, already dissolving.By the time the corpse hit the ground, Naoya was long gone.Nothing remained but distorted foliage and a thin residue of cursed energy—
the only proof he had ever been there.
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Elsewhere in the forest, Kusakabe moved at a slower, steadier pace. His breathing was controlled, his senses sharp but restrained. Unlike Naoya, he wasn't chasing glory.
He was thinking.
Kusakabe:
"I have been thinking… the best way to improve, when the day comes that I reach my limit, would be binding vows."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Kusakabe:
"But there is a lot of risk when it comes to them. Very few sorcerers even try."
The words lingered in the air as he stopped.
A Grade 2 curse spirit emerged from between the trees, its form warped and twitching, curse energy leaking uncontrollably from its frame.
Kusakabe reached for his sword.
The blade slid free with a clean metallic whisper.
Kusakabe:
"New Shadow Style: Quick Draw."
One motion,One strike.
The curse spirit was beheaded instantly, its body collapsing before it could even react. The head rolled once before dissolving, leaving behind a faint reflection in the polished steel of Kusakabe's blade.
The reflection shimmered—
cursed purple blood drops of his blade ,as the remaining curse energy distorted by lingering energy.Kusakabe stared at it for a moment longer than necessary.
Then he sheathed his sword.
The forest grew quiet again—but not peaceful.
Something stronger was moving.
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With a shadow looming over Kusakabe, unseen by normal eyes but unmistakable under the perception of a seasoned swordsman, he did not turn around. He did not flinch. He only lifted his sword.
Before the curse spirit could even strike, shadows manifested—overlapping silhouettes of Kusakabe himself, forming around the curse spirit and swallowing its presence entirely
Simple Domain…
The air inside warped.
Simple domain:
an anti-domain technique that erects a small domain complete with a barrier around the user to protect them from the effects of a Domain Expansion.Created as a counter for domain expansions, Simple Domain neutralizes a domain's guaranteed-hit function by affecting its barrier and not the imbued cursed technique.However, against a proper domain expansion, Simple Domain can only hope to buy its user time. Powerful domains can destroy simple domains within seconds.Simple Domain can also be used offensively. There are also several swordsmanship techniques within the New Shadow Style that operate around countering anyone who enters the range of the user's Simple Domain.
With an open slash to the leg, Kusakabe severed it cleanly. He turned and bent down smoothly as the curse spirit stumbled forward, now balanced on a single leg, its shrill cry cut short by confusion and pain.
Boom…
The curse spirit collapsed hard against the ground.Yet something was still off.
Kusakabe straightened, his head tilting slightly as his gaze shifted toward the trees deeper within the forest. His instincts screamed—not danger yet, but intent.
Kusakabe:
"Your concealment is good… only a shame that I can sense intent to harm."
From the shadows of the trees, a teen in a Jujutsu Tech uniform stepped out. His long hair rested at his shoulders, his posture relaxed, almost casual, as if he hadn't just been stalking another sorcerer.
He smiled.
Geto:
"Only expected from a student of the New Shadow Style."
The tension settled heavy between them.
Neither moved,Neither blinked.
They waited for the other to make the first mistake.
Kusakabe:
"I'll give you a chance to forfeit, since I'm a nice guy."
A grin crept onto his face—half joking, half daring.
Geto:
"No can do. As a jujutsu sorcerer, I wouldn't have that option when dealing with a curse user."
Kusakabe's thoughts moved rapidly as he assessed Geto Suguru.
Geto:
"He's a shikigami user.
Their weakness is close-range hand-to-hand combat. They usually rely on distance.
And the fact he stayed hidden until I exposed him…"
He planned to deal with me first… then Naoya.
Kusakabe tightened his grip.
Kusakabe:
"In that case… let me show him why I train so hard—to prove curse techniques aren't the only path to strength."
Curse energy flared around Kusakabe, coating his body like a second skin.
Curse Energy Reinforcement…
He moved,Four steps—no more.
Geto barely had time to react before Kusakabe was already within striking range, his blade drawn in a clean arc toward Geto's torso—
—but an outstretched arm stopped it.
An insect-like limb, hard and segmented, blocked the strike effortlessly.
Another curse spirit emerged, phasing into reality—a grotesque fusion of bat and chameleon. Its mouth opened wide, unleashing sonic waves that ripped through the air.
Kusakabe rolled aside just in time.
The tree behind him was blasted in half—
yet a moment later, it faded from existence.
Still—Thud…
The sound echoed as if the impact had truly happened.Kusakabe steadied himself as the first curse spirit—a hybrid of praying mantis and grasshopper—launched forward. He parried it with the blunt edge of his sword, redirecting its momentum.
Boom…
Dust erupted,The earth cracked beneath Kusakabe's feet.
His eyes widened in shock—Geto was suddenly beside him.A powerful kick slammed into Kusakabe's exposed ribs. The impact sent him crashing into the ground, yet even as he fell, he never let go of his sword.
He rose—Only for a knee to smash into his chin.
Kusakabe:
"What speed… my whole body felt that. And worse yet—I can tell he held back."
Boom…
Curse energy flared violently as Kusakabe's body was rag-dolled backward, rocked by Geto's knee.
Geto:
"Did I overdo it a bit? Maybe seventy percent is too much."
Blood flowed from Kusakabe's nose as he slowly stood up. He wiped it away, feeling the warmth against his skin—
And grinned,Not fear,Excitement.
Kusakabe:
"You could be perfect… to indirectly help me improve."
His mind stilled.
His expression shifted.A thousand-yard stare replaced his grin.Geto felt it instantly—the curse energy around Kusakabe changed, flaring violently like a fire that had finally been given oxygen.
Kusakabe:
"War Spirit."
A binding vow, pre-set on Kusakabe himself.
Binding vow:
are considered by all jujutsu users to be one of the essential tenets of jujutsu sorcery. Binding Vows are essentially contracts that an individual can make with one's self or another person. The act of abiding by the rules and restrictions agreed upon in these contracts can result in a greater power or the achievement of a goal, but breaking a binding vow has uncanny repercussions.Self-imposed restrictions that are potentially harmful to the creator, such as willingly limiting the amount of curse energy they can use for a period of time, can increase the amount of the user's curse energy and of their curse techniques.
As a product of negative emotions, curse energy responds to the desires of its individual user. As a result, the user can increase the power of their cursed energy by stating a self-imposed "curse restriction" that creates riskier conditions to use their abilities.by divulging one's curse technique, it creates more risk for them, making their curse energy swell in response to its user's resolve.
In addition, creating rules for using one's curse energy and abiding by those rules will allow their curse technique to improve in strength. The penalty of breaking a binding vow with oneself is the loss of whatever was gained through the contract.
War spirit:
Whenever the user entered a state of battle lust and excitement, their overall abilities rose continuously through curse energy,the longer they maintained the state—without a defined upper limit.
In exchange, the user's emotions and thoughts were forced to remain locked in that mindset.The punishment for breaking it—The soul slowly losing the passion to fight…
and the will to challenge itself.
Kusakabe:
"Haha… oh, you fucked around. Now it's time to find out."
He slashed.
Curse energy poured through his blade.
Shadow Style: New Dawn…
A crescent-shaped shadow tore through the air, racing toward Geto.One of Geto's curse spirits moved instantly to intercept—The attack passed straight through its body.
Yet something strange happened.
The curse spirit's shadow lost a limb, severed cleanly—unnoticed at first.
Geto's instincts screamed,Danger..Real danger.
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He continued to slash with his blade, releasing more shadow slashes that bypassed Geto's Grade 1 curse spirits entirely. Kusakabe moved with relentless precision, continuing to avoid incoming blows and parrying whenever necessary with his sword. Yet even when his blade never touched the curse spirits directly, their shadows were being torn apart instead—ripped, shredded, and severed piece by piece until—
Kusakabe:
"Shadow Style: Fall From Grace."
Reality seemed to shift.
The shadows of the curse spirits began to distort, writhing unnaturally before forcibly pulling themselves back together. But in exchange for restoring their shadows, the physical bodies of the curse spirits began to fall apart instead—muscle tearing, limbs unraveling, cursed flesh splitting as if undone by invisible hands.
Both Grade 1 curse spirits collapsed simultaneously, reduced to torn remnants dissolving into residual curse energy.
Geto:
"Is that his curse technique…?"
Before he could finish the thought, Kusakabe swung his blade again—and this time, he began to sing.
Kusakabe:
"I hear voices in my head… they counsel me… they understand… they talk to me."
Geto's brows furrowed.
Geto:
"Is he singing…? But why does that song sound familiar?"
The shadows behind Geto opened.
From them emerged a massive, insectoid humanoid golem, its form shifting constantly as plates of earth and chitin layered over one another—a Special Grade curse spirit. Its presence alone distorted the flow of curse energy around it. More Grade 1 curse spirits surged forward, rushing toward Kusakabe from all sides.
Kusakabe:
"You got your rules and your religion, all designed to keep you safe."
A massive curse spirit shaped like an ant golem turned its head toward Geto upon manifestation, its voice deep and resonant.
Chikyū Umare:
"No. I'm not doing it. I already know why you brought me out."
In the background, Kusakabe continued dodging with impossible speed, his curse energy continuously increasing through reinforcement. Each swing of Shadow Style: New Dawn carved through curse spirits relentlessly, while his repeated use of shadow style: Fall From Grace converted intangible damage into something devastatingly real.
Kusakabe:
"But when your rules start getting broken, you start questioning your faith."
Meanwhile, Chikyū Umare and Geto argued mid-battle, the clash of philosophies as tense as the clash of curse energy.
Chikyū Umare:
"You only want me to be your meat shield because you're scared what his curse technique will do to you."
Kusakabe:
"I have a voice that is my savior, hates to love and loves to hate."
Geto exhaled sharply.
Geto:
"Fine. I'll take you to see Cinderella."
Kusakabe:
"I have a voice that has the knowledge, and the power to rule your fate."
Chikyū Umare:
"Yess! You won't regret it."
The slashes began manifesting not only from his blade, but from the surrounding trees as well. Their shadows twisted violently, launching arcs of pure darkness that moved faster than sound, cutting through curse spirits one after another.Each strike of Shadow Style: New Dawn left behind nothing but residual curse energy, the remains dispersing into the air like black ash.
Kusakabe:
"Let's skip to the good part."
Kusakabe:
"I hear shadows cryin… I see sorcerers dyin… I taste cursed blood dryin… I feel curse energy risin."
He rushed toward Geto at full speed.
Each step cracked the ground beneath him as he burst forward, the sheer force of his movement shattering soil and stone. Chikyū Umare moved instantly, intercepting him before he could reach Geto.
Sword and fist collided.
A violent shockwave erupted as a shadow slash tore through the still shadow of Chikyū Umare. A moment later, real damage appeared on the curse spirit's arm—splintering and breaking apart—only for it to rapidly regenerate using earth manipulation.
Chikyū Umare:
"I will not do this forever, Geto. Figure out a plan. I'm not a masochist."
Kusakabe:
"I hear voices in my head, they counsel me, they understand… they talk to me—oh! They tell me things I'll do to you. They talk to me."
He pressed forward again, clashing directly with the Special Grade's fist. The impact sent Kusakabe skidding backward, but shadow slashes erupted from every angle, fracturing and breaking apart Chikyū Umare's body repeatedly.Each time, the curse spirit rebuilt itself using earth manipulation, reconstructing limbs and torso even as chunks fell away mid-motion.The clashes echoed across the forest, thunderous and continuous, shaking leaves loose from trees as Geto watched intently.
Geto:
"Seems like his curse technique allows him to manipulate the shadows of others… using the shadows as the medium to transfer damage."
Chikyū Umare slammed its arm down, and the ground erupted into jagged pillars of earth.
Kusakabe avoided them effortlessly, vanishing into the darkness.
Shadow Step…
He leapt into the air, stepping on his own shadow beneath him to evade a strike from Chikyū Umare mid-motion.
Kusakabe:
"Shadow Style: Zombie Slash."
The still shadows of the earth pillars themselves came alive, manifesting slashes of pure darkness infused with curse energy. The shadows turned against their own hosts, slicing through the pillars and tearing them apart from within.
This opened a clear path.
Kusakabe surged forward, reaching Chikyū Umare and slashing again as the shadows of trees, rocks, clouds—everything— joined the assault.Even Chikyū Umare's own shadow betrayed it. Dark slashes erupted simultaneously, ripping its body apart from every direction. The curse spirit attempted to strike back, reaching toward Kusakabe—Only for its arm to sever and crash to the ground.
Boom…
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Chikyū Umare:
"Ahhh… how are you only a Grade 2 sorcerer… this era has monsters even at this level."
His limbs that lay scattered across the ground began to be cut further into dust, shredded relentlessly by additional shadow slashes that seemed to arrive without warning. Each fragment disintegrated before it could reform, forcing Chikyū Umare to push his curse energy harder and harder. His reinforcement surged violently, temporarily climbing toward Temporary Special Grade output, layers of earth and curse matter stacking around his core in a desperate attempt to compete.
Yet even as that happened, Kusakabe's curse energy continued to rise, steadily and unnaturally—almost as if responding instinctively to the challenge itself, meeting the incoming pressure head-on rather than being overwhelmed by it.
Geto:
"How is this even possible… I get manipulating shadows, but how is his curse energy refinement rising as well…?"
Geto narrowed his eyes, feeling the weight of Kusakabe's presence press against the surrounding space.
Geto:
"I can already feel it—the density, the pressure. His curse energy is already reaching Semi-Grade 1 levels… not far from Special Grade."
A smile crept onto Geto's face—not arrogance, but intrigue. His mind worked quickly, calculating possibilities, patterns, weaknesses. With a few subtle hand signs, a plan formed and was transmitted directly into the consciousness of Chikyū Umare, who in turn mirrored the smile, understanding immediately and preparing to follow through.
Meanwhile, Kusakabe's curse energy continued to surge unchecked. His facial expression twisted into something unhinged, eyes wide and unfocused, a grin carved by battle lust rather than reason. He barely moved now—only subtle shifts in weight, slight tilts of the blade—yet every attack from Chikyū Umare was torn apart as all surrounding shadows reacted on his behalf, intercepting, slicing, and redirecting strikes before they could land.
Kusakabe stepped forward, placing his foot on his own shadow beneath him, accelerating instantly as he launched upward, aiming directly for Chikyū Umare's head.
Geto:
"It's like he's in a state of enlightenment… something only achieved through Black Flash."
As if responding to those words, black sparks ignited around Kusakabe's blade.
The strike landed.
The spatial phenomenon rippled outward as Kusakabe split Chikyū Umare cleanly in half. The impact distorted the air, curse energy folding in on itself as Kusakabe's flow became sharper, cleaner—mind and body synchronizing perfectly in that fleeting instant.
Chikyū Umare:
"No—no! I'm not doing this shit, I don't get paid enough!"
Boom…
The air itself was sliced apart, detonating outward as Kusakabe's shadows shifted violently. He stepped on them mid-motion, redirecting himself for a follow-up stab aimed at Chikyū Umare's head. In response, Chikyū Umare hardened his body to its limit and detonated the earth beneath his own feet, blasting Kusakabe backward.Even so, Kusakabe maintained balance, landing cleanly on his feet. Blood streamed from his nose, but he wiped it away casually with the back of his hand, stepping forward again without hesitation. Shadows coiled around his foot, curse energy spiraling violently as the ground trembled, cracking into a shallow crater from the pressure alone.
His speed jumped to an entirely new level.
He stepped on the air itself, using his shadow as leverage to maintain momentum, and drove both knees into Chikyū Umare's head, flipping over him mid-impact. At that moment, Geto intercepted his descent, catching Kusakabe mid-landing——and kicked him squarely in the chest.
Kusakabe absorbed the blow, letting it propel him backward as he rebounded off the ground effortlessly.
Kusakabe:
"Yes… more like it. But sadly, why do all good battles have to end?"
Geto:
"Because a winner always owes the loser the courtesy of ending a battle they never earned."
Another kick followed, aimed at Kusakabe's ribs. Kusakabe caught it, standing upright as he spread his arms slightly to the side.
Chikyū Umare:
"I have your sword here. You can no longer use your curse techniques."
He held Kusakabe's blade in his grasp—taken during their last exchange.
Kusakabe only smiled.
He lowered his hands to his waist, bent his knees slightly, and launched another kick toward Geto.
Kusakabe:
"New Shadow Style: Simple Domain."
His shadow expanded beneath both himself and Geto, forming a Simple Domain with Kusakabe's body acting as the barrier. Within it, he countered Geto's strike before it could even connect, unleashing a relentless flurry of punches and kicks aimed precisely at Geto's joints, nerves, and balance points.
Geto:
"…Am I going to lose?"
The thought raced through his mind and doubts at the level of strength, he currently reached as blood sprayed through the air. His body was struck again and again—blow after blow, strike after strike—each delivered with ruthless efficiency. A final kick sent Geto flying upward. Kusakabe followed instantly, stepping through the sky by using his own shadow as footing, closing the distance as if gravity no longer applied.
Chikyū Umare:
"I can't let you kill him. He made a promise—and I'll make sure it happens."
A massive chunk of earth already suspended in the sky detonated, shards exploding outward in a defensive blast. Kusakabe's shadow engulfed his entire body, warping his silhouette into something demonic, almost Oni-like, as the shards passed harmlessly through him with his eyes glowing white and dark horns.
He landed.
Turning calmly, he faced Chikyū Umare and the now-standing Geto.
Kusakabe:
"All things must come to an end… and I was just reaching my peak in this battle."
From Geto's perspective, Kusakabe vanished. A thunderous impact followed.
The earth exploded as Chikyū Umare was sent flying, limbs severed, chest crushed inward. Kusakabe stood where he reappeared, shadows coiling violently around his body, condensing into his arms, then his hands—forming a shadow blade aimed directly at Geto's neck.
Kusakabe:
"Shadow style: path of Oni."
Geto:
"I admit defeat."
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Far in the distance, a faint blue glow faded behind his sunglasses as a tall figure with white hair and a serious expression turned away, already aware of the outcome.
Satoru:
"Seems like Kyoto isn't weak… I might finally get to let loose a bit."
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Author notes:
Oh my god bro this chapter was meant to be out 2 days ago, my whole chapter and other shit got deleted. Anyways I made it longer originally it as 3.5k words for the chapter , now it's 4.9k