Once he understood Ronawa’s growth conditions, Gojo completely dropped his killing intent toward her.
Originally, he had fully intended to casually dispose of this newborn cursed spirit.
But upon sensing that Ronawa possessed the potential to threaten his life, his old habit of playing with fire flared up.
He wanted to see her grow up and give him a proper fight, just so he could enjoy the thrill of it.
And now, having learned her growth conditions and her personal philosophy, his desire to kill her vanished entirely.
A cursed spirit dedicated to maintaining the balance between life and death?
Any way you sliced it, she wasn’t evil.
Keeping her around might even prove useful down the line.
Finally, Gojo announced his verdict on how to handle her.
“From now on, you’re coming with me.
I’ll figure out a way to help you grow.”
“But in exchange, you’ll be under my strict supervision.”
“If I find out your actions don’t match your words, then don’t blame me for what happens next!”
Letting a highly unique cursed spirit like Ronawa go free was out of the question.
If she ever ran amok, the sheer scale of the disaster would be catastrophic—even Gojo wouldn’t be able to shoulder the fallout.
Yet snuffing her out prematurely felt like a waste.
Gojo was never the rigid, kill-every-curse-on-sight type of sorcerer anyway.
Keeping her close and watching her himself was the safest bet.
Ronawa had zero objections to this outcome.
Rather, it was perfect.
Her safety was guaranteed, and she got to mooch free food and shelter.
As the wielder of the strongest modern technique, Gojo’s income was exceptionally secure.
Tacking onto him and living comfortably as a freeloader was priority number one.
Following Gojo’s instructions, Ronawa handed over a single feather for him to use as proof of his mission.
After all, the massive phenomenon of her birth couldn’t be hidden.
Plenty of people knew Gojo had been dispatched to exorcise her.
If he didn’t hand something in, he wouldn’t be able to explain things to the higher-ups.
At the same time, doing this would trick everyone into thinking Ronawa had been successfully exorcised, vastly increasing her personal safety.
It was a win-win.
Under Gojo’s arrangements, Ronawa quickly changed her outfit.
Gone were the edgy, highly revealing clothes she had spawned in.
She swapped them for a much more casual cropped shirt and shorts.
Her overwhelming natural “talents” stretched the originally loose shirt tight, and her two long, fair, and well-proportioned legs were incredibly eye-catching.
In her past life, she would have absolutely simped for a girl of this caliber.
Too bad she was that girl now.
Still, copping a feel of herself wasn’t entirely out of the question.
Clothing aside, Ronawa also moved into the housing Gojo provided.
Considering how dangerous she could be, Gojo had specifically found her an isolated, detached house far away from crowds.
It was comfortable and heavily secluded.
It just gave her the distinct feeling that she was being kept as Gojo’s sugar baby.
But whatever, it wasn’t a big deal.
She had no shame anyway.
Now settled in a safe place, Ronawa finally had the mental bandwidth to carefully study her own abilities.
As the Cursed Spirit of Death, her powers were intrinsically tied to death.
First was her Innate Technique: Death of All Things!
Its effect was simple: it killed everything.
It bestowed the destiny of death upon any target.
That included cursed spirits, jujutsu sorcerers, ordinary humans—even conceptual entities.
Things like space, time, and cursed energy itself!
Mechanically, it was undeniably overpowered.
Absolutely game-breaking.
But the drawback was its colossal cursed energy consumption!
Furthermore, the more abstract, conceptual, or powerful the target, the more cursed energy it drained.
Take Satoru Gojo, for example.
Theoretically, Ronawa could just directly sentence him to death.
But right now, the gap in their power meant the only one executing theories would be Gojo.
She physically just couldn’t do it.
Besides that, she had other methods.
Namely, the physical manifestation of the concept of death: the Feather of Death!
This was the very same feather she had handed to Gojo to turn in.
The Feather of Death was the conceptual materialization of death, possessing a super-effective anti-trait against all “living things.” Any living being could be effortlessly pierced by it.
Furthermore, the damage dealt by a Feather of Death was fundamentally irreversible.
Not even Reverse Cursed Technique could heal it.
The limitation, however, was that they were incredibly hard to come by.
Only by personally witnessing a “death” did Ronawa have a microscopic chance of spawning a single Feather of Death.
Plus, they were single-use consumables; once used, they dissipated.
Use one, lose one.
Currently, she only had four of them in her possession.
Having given one away, she was down to three.
Good thing it was worth the trade.
Thanks to Gojo’s connections, Ronawa quickly obtained official identification.
With an ID, she could get a smartphone, create accounts, and happily surf the web.
Which led to this exact moment: Gojo coming to check on her, only to hear her wearing a headset and violently flaming her teammates.
“You are absolute trash!
How do you miss your Q?!”
“If you’re this bad, why are you even playing?
Go home and farm pigs!”
“You dare talk back?!
Believe it or not, I’ll crawl through this internet cable and kill you!”
Gojo was dumbfounded.
Was this really a terrifying Special Grade cursed spirit?
Was he sure she wasn’t just some gloomy shut-in NEET who stayed home gaming all day?
After a brief silence, Gojo interrupted her toxic tirade and got down to business.
“Come on, let me see what you can do.
If you perform well enough, there’s a reward in it for you!”
Ronawa immediately glared at him with utmost suspicion.
Are you sure it’s a reward?
You aren’t just going to look at my abilities and suddenly declare, “This woman is too dangerous to be kept alive”?
But considering Gojo’s personality, she ultimately decided to trust him.
It wasn’t like she had a choice anyway—could she even refuse?
She really couldn’t beat him right now.
Living in the middle of nowhere had its perks.
You didn’t have to worry about causing a panic.
Finding a random empty spot, Gojo shoved his hands in his pockets and signaled for Ronawa to attack.
Ronawa was eager to try, but unfortunately, she had zero actual combat experience.
She had no idea how to even throw a proper attack.
In the end, she decided that the “button-mashing blind flail” strat would have to do.
Watching Ronawa charge at him, attempting to just hammer him with her fists, Gojo sighed internally.
She really doesn’t know anything, does she?
Who fights like this?
But remembering that she had literally just been born, he let it go.
It was normal that she didn’t know anything.
If she actually knew how to fight, that would be concerning.
There was no need to dodge.
Gojo simply let Ronawa swing her fist right at his chest.
Right before impact, her fist stopped.
The Limitless!
Its underlying mechanic was to infinitely stretch the distance in front of him.
It made it so that any attack appeared to be only a fraction of an inch away, but in reality, it was crossing an infinitely expanding distance it could never traverse.
You had to admit, the move was absolute hax.
But luckily, Ronawa had cheats enabled too!
While she might suck at hand-to-hand combat, she had meta-knowledge on Satoru Gojo.
She knew exactly how the Limitless worked.
And as it so happened, her Innate Technique was the ultimate hard counter to this type of ability.
Infinitely expanding spatial distance, huh?
Die!
With a single flash of thought, her Innate Technique: Death of All Things activated.
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