Having completely fallen out with the Jujutsu Sorcerers, Ronawa suddenly found herself not knowing where to go.
Heading back to Shoko Ieiri was definitely out of the question.
Not that she was afraid, but it obviously wouldn’t work for Shoko’s sake.
With nothing better to do, Ronawa simply bought a popsicle and headed alone to the rooftop of a skyscraper in Ginza.
Dangling her legs over the edge, she sat there taking in the view.
Have to admit, Tokyo’s skyline was genuinely stunning.
It was an international metropolis, after all, boasting a population in the tens of millions.
Right then, a familiar voice drifted from behind her.
“I thought you’d find a place to hide.
Didn’t expect you to be this bold.”
The newcomer was none other than Satoru Gojo.
Ronawa didn’t even turn her head.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, why should I hide?
Unlike a certain someone, who is usually everywhere, but completely disappears during critical moments.
Truly awful.”
That’s right, Ronawa was directly taking jabs at Gojo!
The ‘Strongest Modern Jujutsu Sorcerer,’ yet where are you when it’s time for a raid?
You only show up after the team fight is over, huh?
Faced with Ronawa’s complaints, Satoru Gojo was left speechless.
He could, of course, explain that he had received an urgent mission and temporarily left Tokyo.
But saying that now was pointless.
Ronawa’s existence was exposed, and she had just fought a massive, bloody battle with the vanguard.
Returning to how things were before was impossible.
Truth be told, Satoru Gojo was nursing a massive headache right now.
On one hand, he didn’t know how to face the other Jujutsu Sorcerers.
On the other, he didn’t know how to handle Ronawa.
What a headache!
Although Gojo wasn’t present when the ambush occurred, with his abilities, figuring out the cause and effect was child’s play.
He naturally knew exactly how the situation had escalated.
In all fairness, Gojo didn’t think Ronawa was in the wrong.
She had even been somewhat restrained.
Before fighting back, she had issued a “disclaimer,” giving those sorcerers a chance to leave.
Had it been Gojo in her shoes, he wasn’t even sure if he’d have done the same.
More likely, he would have just started killing.
He couldn’t exactly expect her to not resist when being besieged, and just obediently surrender her life.
But at the same time, Gojo didn’t know what he was supposed to do to give the Jujutsu Society an explanation.
Though he was normally rebellious and didn’t give a damn about the Jujutsu higher-ups, he was, at the end of the day, still a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
He could disregard the brass, but he couldn’t stand in complete opposition to the entire Jujutsu world.
And fundamentally, the responsibility for the Ronawa situation lay with him.
Had he been decisive and exorcised her from the start, none of today’s events would have happened.
To some extent, one could say the people who died at Ronawa’s hands today…
all had Satoru Gojo to thank for an assist.
This made things incredibly awkward.
After pondering for a long time, Gojo finally came up with a makeshift solution.
He looked at Ronawa, her white hair fluttering in the wind, and spoke up.
“I will give you two months.
Grow as much as you possibly can in this timeframe.
After two months, I will find you.
At that time…
whether you survive or not will be entirely up to you.”
Fight Satoru Gojo in two months?!
Hearing this, the popsicle in Ronawa’s hand immediately lost its appeal.
She wanted to negotiate with Gojo, maybe even just ask for an extension.
Unfortunately, Gojo didn’t give her the chance.
With a flash of teleportation, he vanished.
But in the distance, unnoticed by Ronawa, Gojo was actually looking back at the somewhat gloomy white-haired girl.
He thought to himself: Don’t disappoint me, Ronawa!
The reason he set this two-month pact was simple:
Gojo needed to give the sorcerers an explanation.
It was a mess he made, so he had to show some kind of gesture.
Arranging an all-out battle against Ronawa in front of all the sorcerers was an excellent gesture.
Gojo would use Ronawa’s behavior over these two months to determine exactly how he should handle her.
Right now, Ronawa was facing the crushing pressure of him—the strongest modern sorcerer.
Faced with this kind of life-and-death pressure, no matter how good Ronawa was at putting on a front, her true nature would inevitably be exposed.
If Ronawa, out of fear of being killed by him, went on a frantic killing spree to boost her strength…
Gojo would track her down and kill her long before then.
Conversely, if Ronawa managed to hold onto her bottom line and refrain from slaughtering innocents despite this immense pressure…
then, the worst-case scenario was that Gojo would just hold back during their duel and give her an opening to escape.
With his strength, pulling that off would be a breeze.
Everything depended on what choices Ronawa made over the next two months.
He hoped she wouldn’t let him down.
Back on Ronawa’s end, after confirming that Gojo had truly left, she abandoned all image management.
Visibly frustrated, she practically tore a hand through her white hair and sighed heavily.
She felt under an absurd amount of pressure right now.
A showdown with Satoru Gojo in two months?
You’ve gotta be kidding, how could she possibly beat him?
True, the current Ronawa was certainly not weak.
Even though she hadn’t yet grasped Domain Expansion, her raw stats were already comfortably at the Special Grade level.
But the problem was, the gap between Special Grades was unfathomably massive.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that sometimes, the difference between two Special Grades was larger than the difference between a Grade one and a special grade.
And Satoru Gojo was unequivocally the ceiling of Special Grade.
Just like a monster like Ryomen Sukuna, he existed in a league entirely his own.
And Ryomen Sukuna, with just one single finger, could instantly one-shot a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
One could only imagine how broken Satoru Gojo was.
Facing an opponent like that, Ronawa truly just wanted to sigh.
Of course, it wasn’t like she had absolutely no way out.
If Ronawa completely abandoned her bottom line and went on an unrestrained massacre, killing tens or hundreds of millions of people…
by that point, her conceptual parameters would absolutely be able to crush Satoru Gojo.
But the thing is, doing something like that was impossible for her.
Though she had accepted the reality of becoming a Cursed Spirit, she had zero intentions of being a lawless monster.
At the end of the day, she simply hadn’t been a Cursed Spirit for very long.
While she was far more decisive and ruthless in combat due to her cursed nature, she still harbored human morals in her heart.
Letting loose and slaughtering innocents was a line she simply couldn’t cross.
Ronawa considered herself not exactly a saint, but definitely not an evil person either—she was just a normal person with a basic moral compass.
Trying to make her instantly pivot into a world-destroying Demon King?
Yeah right.
As if it were that easy.