“Now this is getting interesting,” Satoru smirked, his sharp ears catching every single challenge hurled from the stands.
Standing proudly in the middle of the arena, his voice boomed across the room: “I won, so I get to pick my next opponent, right?
In that case, I challenge the inheritor of the Ten Shadows Technique!”
Satoru pointed his finger straight at the Zenin family section.
The entire hall exploded.
“For real?
Two ancestral techniques clashing this early?” “This trip was worth every single penny!
Unbelievable!”
The crowd cheered as excitement reached a fever pitch.
Meanwhile, Tobu rubbed her temples.
Suddenly getting dragged into the spotlight like this was entirely unnecessary.
She glanced over at Naobito and saw the old man frantically making hand gestures filled with anticipation.
Naobito quickly flashed a enticing sign language message:
“Win this, and I’ll give you three days off.” “Seven days, deal!” Naobito responded with a fiercely decisive look.
“Seven days it is, but you better give it your all!”
Tobu nonchalantly took off her cumbersome Kimono, revealing her neat sportswear underneath.
Drawing two short swords directly from the shadows, her aura shifted instantly.
Her appearance left the hall in utter shock.
Everyone knew how traditional and misogynistic the Zenin family was, yet the inheritor of their ultimate technique was a cute, spunky girl.
Previous rumors had deliberately tried to convince everyone that this genius was a boy, but now, the truth was out in the open.
“So it really is you?” Satoru spoke up, his tone sounding as if he had already guessed it earlier.
“Thanks for the cherry pie from before,” Tobu lightly twirled her dual short swords.
“To return the favor, I’ll try not to hit you too hard.” “Damn it!
I told you that was my little brother’s pie!” Satoru growled.
Is that really what’s important right now?
Kaito sat below listening to these two “kids” bicker, holding his head while silently cursing.
In another corner, Toji watched with amusement.
Normally, Tobu only had two modes: cold and silent with enemies, and open with him.
For her to talk this much with an opponent she just met for the first time was a rare sight indeed.
Perhaps the Six Eyes kid really had managed to spark her interest.
“MATCH START!
WILL BOTH COMPETITORS STATE THEIR NAMES!”
Unlike his half-hearted demeanor in the previous match, Satoru stood tall, radiating an overwhelming divine aura: “Gojo Satoru — Six Eyes.”
His eyes shone brilliantly under his white hair, showing that he truly respected his opponent.
“Zenin Tobu — Ten Shadows Technique.”
As soon as the two names were uttered, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze.
The intersection of the two strongest techniques in history was about to take place right here.
Tobu didn’t summon physical entities.
Her small hands intertwined to form the shape of a dog’s head, cursed energy surging thick and black.
“Divine Dog.”
Instead of a pair of furry Shikigami stepping out, two bubbling masses of pitch-black shadows—resembling hot asphalt—shot forward from beneath Tobu’s feet.
They possessed no fixed shape, existing only as shadows bearing razor-sharp fangs and claws.
Tear!
A dry sound of ripping fabric echoed.
The entire hall fell silent.
On Satoru’s right arm, a deep scratch appeared, fresh red blood soaking through his sleeve.
“Oh my god, look!
Gojo is hurt!”
Murmurs erupted like a disturbed beehive.
The Zenin family shifted from stunned silence to an outburst of joy.
Naoya had exerted all his strength earlier without even touching the hem of Satoru’s clothes, yet Tobu needed just a single move to make the Limitless user bleed.
Over at the Gojo section, the elders turned pale.
They realized the problem: it wasn’t that Limitless was bypassed, but rather that this girl’s attack speed was too fast—fast enough to exceed Satoru’s reaction time for activating his technique manually.
In a corner of the stands, Toji smirked.
Kaito and the woman with the forehead scar continued to observe calmly.
Kenjaku licked his lips slightly, whispering: “Interesting…
The way she executes her technique is truly unique.”
Normally, Ten Shadows required three steps: hand signs, shadow projection, and naming.
But Tobu had optimized the process.
She skipped physical shadow projection entirely, using cursed energy to force her Shikigami to exist in their “Raw Shadow Form.”
The advantage: Attack speed reached its absolute maximum, trajectories became unpredictable, and the Shikigami were virtually immortal because they had no physical bodies to destroy.
The downside: It consumed a terrifying amount of cursed energy to maintain the shadow structure.
But for Tobu—who possessed a vast reservoir of cursed energy—that downside was nothing more than a grain of sand in a desert.
“Haha…
blood?” Satoru looked at his wound.
There was no fear in his Six Eyes—only wild excitement.
“It’s been a really long time since I last saw this color.”
“And I’m surprised to see the blood of the ‘Chosen One’ is no different from an ordinary person’s,” Tobu retorted with a cold smile.
“Of course, I’m still a normal human after all.”
“Normal my foot!” — The crowd cursed in unison in their minds.
The surprise advantage from that first wound vanished quickly as Satoru regained his focus.
Tobu understood that the chance to injure her opponent through carelessness had passed.
She charged forward, closing the distance to engage in hand-to-hand combat.
The arena exploded with the collision of two opposing martial disciplines.
Tobu used close-quarters combat techniques honed from Toji’s survival instincts.
Unfancy, every punch or parry aimed directly at the body’s lethal weak points.
Satoru used the orthodox, textbook martial arts of the Gojo clan—a combination of Judo and Sumo—using composure to control motion.
Bang!
Thwack!
Tobu threw a vicious hook to his ribs, but Satoru parried it with precise timing.
She spun around to deliver two wind-cleaving kicks, but this time, her shin came to a sudden halt mid-air.
An invisible, absolute, and cold distance stood between the two of them.
“Quite a hard turtle shell, huh?” Tobu pulled her leg back, her lips curling in irony.
“You flatter me.” Satoru maintained his playful expression, even though his sleeve was already stained red from the old wound.
Limitless was now fully active, turning him into an invulnerable entity.
“To return the favor for this injury, let me show you this.”
Satoru extended both hands, swirling them oddly in the empty air.
A convergence of space formed, compressing into a brilliant blue orb carrying an infinite gravitational pull.
“Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”
“Dangerous!”
Tobu instantly formed a hand sign.
This time, she compressed her cursed energy tightly, summoning Nue in a miniature form to maximize speed.
Nue grabbed her shoulders and spread its wings, shooting up into the air the exact moment the blue sphere swept through where she had been standing.
BOOM!
A massive hole was blasted into the sturdy wall behind her, its structure crushed into fine dust.
The crowd collectively swallowed their saliva.
If Naoya were conscious and standing here right now, he would surely exclaim: Forgive me, Satoru-sama, for failing to make you go all out.
“Not over yet.”
Satoru used Blue to shorten spatial distance, appearing directly in front of Tobu before she could even touch the ground.
He swung down a punch carrying the weight of infinity.
“Release Nue!
Rabbit Escape!”
In a fraction of a second, thousands upon thousands of white rabbits flooded out from the shadows like a sweeping tsunami.
Swarming around Satoru, they used their own bodies to form a dense cushion, absorbing the momentum of his punch.
The sight was reminiscent of Yugi’s Kuriboh card going up against the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
Satoru didn’t flinch.
He activated Blue again, turning it into a mini “black hole” that sucked the entire herd of rabbits into its vortex.
His Six Eyes scanned through the sea of chaotic lifeforms, locking onto the single rabbit bearing the mark of the Ten Sacred Treasures—the true core of the technique.
Before Satoru could land a finishing blow, however, Tobu swiftly released the technique, turning the rabbits back into invisible shadows.
The two children stood facing each other, their breathing beginning to turn heavy.
“You really are formidable,” Tobu wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.
“You’re not bad yourself.” Satoru smiled, but his deep blue eyes had grown more serious than ever.
The air in the stands felt stripped of oxygen.
Even the most veteran jujutsu sorcerers held their breath, sweat pouring down their foreheads.
They couldn’t believe their eyes: Was this truly the power of two six-year-olds?
If they reached this level at just six years old, would the title of “Special Grade” even be enough to define them when they grew up?
The elders who were loudly gossiping earlier were now dead silent.
Compared to Naoya’s flashy yet shallow performance, the confrontation between Satoru and Tobu was on an entirely different level.
Satoru adjusted his breathing slightly, his Six Eyes seeing through the surging flow of cursed energy inside Tobu: “You still haven’t tamed the rest of your Shikigami, have you?”
“And you…” Tobu smirked, her gaze no less sharp.
“You still can’t use Reverse Cursed Technique to heal the wound on your arm, right?”
They looked at each other—a strange moment of mutual understanding between those standing at the pinnacle.
Without the need for any more meaningless probing attacks, both decided to bet everything on one final move.
“Let’s end it here.
Our strongest attack?”
“Agreed.”
The elders started to panic as they realized the density of cursed energy in the room was rising exponentially.
“Run, quickly!
Those two are going to flatten this place!”
“Phase, Twilight, Eyes of Wisdom.”
“Cursed Technique Lapse – Blue: Maximum Cursed Energy Output!”
Satoru compressed almost all his cursed energy into his palm.
The brilliant blue sphere expanded and then contracted, violently vibrating to create a terrifying gravitational force that shattered and instantly pulverized the surrounding stone floor.
On the opposite side, Tobu was equally impressive.
The shadow beneath her feet erupted.
Max Elephant appeared, but not to launch a direct attack.
It sprayed water upward into the air, creating a dense rain of cursed energy that covered the entire arena.
Immediately after, Nue spread its wings high above, its wings gathering electrical energy to the point of emitting ear-splitting crackles.
Thunderbolt.
The high-voltage current transmitted through the ionized water droplets, transforming the entire space into a lethal electric field with zero blind spots.
“Hey, are you trying to play Pokémon here?” Satoru couldn’t hold back one last tease, despite the sweat soaking his forehead.
CRASH!
Two massive streams of energy collided at the center of the arena.
A blinding explosion swallowed all sound and light.
The shockwave was so powerful that it blew away the four sturdy walls of the hotel.
When the dust cleared, the magnificent banquet hall was reduced to a desolate pile of rubble.
Satoru and Tobu were both still standing, but both had been thrown outside the boundary of the flattened ring.
“The match…
is a Draw!
Because both contestants have been knocked out of the ring!”
The referee’s announcement echoed amidst the rubble, followed by a deathly silence.
A draw?
The audience was stunned.
Those who had bet on an overwhelming victory for the Six Eyes now felt their worldview collapsing.
From this day forward, the Jujutsu world was no longer a solo stage for the Gojo family.
A new “Pair of Titans” had formed: Gojo Satoru and Zenin Tobu.
(As for the Kamo clan?
Perhaps they could only sigh and keep…
trying hard to have more children).
While Naobito and the First Elder smiled in satisfaction—knowing full well that neither child had drawn their final trump card—new whispers began to circulate among the crowd.
“The Gojo family still holds the advantage, don’t they?
They have twin Six Eyes users.
If that Satoru kid is already this strong, the other one must definitely be a similar monster!”
The eyes of the entire hall turned toward the Gojo clan’s stands.
There, amid the rubble and lingering smoke, Gojo Kaito remained seated.
While everyone around—including high-grade sorcerers—had fled in panic when the explosion occurred, the child known for his “Heavenly Restriction” stood right there, the wrapped Asauchi resting on his shoulder completely unmoved.
“This compensation bill is going to hurt…”
Naobito and the Second Elder of the Gojo family experienced telepathy for the first time in their lives.
Although the cost of repairing this skyscraper hotel was a drop in the bucket compared to the massive wealth of the Three Great Families, it was still equal to the lifetime income of a mid-grade jujutsu sorcerer.
Amidst the ruins, Satoru happily ran over to Kaito, his blood-stained sleeve unable to suppress his triumphant demeanor: “Did you see how cool I was?
I got revenge for you!”
When did I ever hold a grudge against them?
Kaito looked at his older brother helplessly.
Satoru was truly the type of person who thought the universe revolved around him, but he still smiled gently:
But that girl is no joke either.”
Kaito discreetly evaluated Zenin Tobu.
She wasn’t strong merely because she possessed the Ten Shadows; her creativity elevated the technique itself.
Refined practical martial arts, sharp tactical vision, and especially her optimization of shadow usage—something previous generations of the Zenin clan had never managed to achieve.
As for Satoru, manipulating Blue for spatial teleportation and compressing cursed energy to maximum output at six years old was a miracle.
Just a tiny error in spatial convergence would have shredded the user’s body instantly.
Truly two monsters.
“Oh right, Kaito,” Satoru suddenly paused, his Six Eyes staring intently at the ground around where Kaito sat.
“How come after such a horrific explosion, the area where you and Mother were sitting is…
completely intact?”
Kaito casually sheathed his sword: “I just swung my blade fast enough to create a localized low-pressure zone.
Basically, it formed a vacuum wall that neutralized the incoming shockwaves.”
Satoru froze for a few seconds before shouting: “Are you even human?
That’s not swordsmanship anymore, that’s physical cheating!”
“Look who’s talking—the guy who just flattened the entire hall,” Kaito teased, leaving Satoru scratching his head with a chuckle.
Today was a satisfying day for Satoru.
Not only because he got to meet his younger brother again, but also because he found a worthy rival—a friend on his level so he would no longer feel lonely at the top.
Understanding those feelings, Kaito lightly patted his brother’s shoulder: “I’m going over to talk to them for a bit.
Want to come along?”
“You go ahead.
I need to go over to Mother and report that I’m safe first.”
Over at the Zenin family stand, the atmosphere was both lively and slightly tense.
Although the result was a draw, it was clear that Zenin Tobu had taken more damage.
Without Limitless to protect her, the full force of the shockwaves from that earth-shattering explosion had slammed straight into her small body.
Toji casually applied bandages to his sister’s scratches while teasing her: “Looks like Ten Shadows still isn’t quite enough to slap the Six Eyes around, huh?”
“Next time…
I will definitely beat that bastard,” Tobu muttered.
Though her words sounded annoyed, Toji couldn’t sense an ounce of malice in her tone.
For Tobu, the battle just now was the first time she could go all out; while Toji could overwhelm her in martial arts, he lacked cursed energy for her to truly play with everything she had.
Naobito led the Zenin group over.
He laughed heartily, slapping his thigh: “Haha!
Going toe-to-toe with the Six Eyes!
The Zenin family can hold their heads high today thanks to you, Tobu!”
“Truly worthy of being my daughter,” Ogi stood behind, shamelessly claiming the credit without a hint of embarrassment.
Tobu ignored Ogi completely, treating him like thin air, and silently held up four fingers toward Naobito.
“Four weeks of no training.”
“What?
The original deal was one week!” Naobito’s eyes widened, nearly dropping the sake bottle in his hand.
“Since you’re happier than expected, I have to charge an extra vacation fee,” Tobu replied nonchalantly.
“You sly little brat…” Naobito didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.
Just then, a figure walked gently toward the Zenin family’s table.
The surrounding servants fell silent, their eyes filled with terror and worship.
In their eyes, the white-haired child approaching was Gojo Satoru—the one who had just leveled the banquet hall.
Except it wasn’t Satoru.
Gojo Kaito stopped in front of Toji, ignoring all the probing glares and the flattering words waiting to burst out.
He extended his hand toward the man with the scarred lip—the one the Zenin family regarded as a “trash monkey.”
“Your sister’s fight was amazing.
That martial arts technique…
you definitely taught her, right?”
The entire hall went dead quiet.
The Zenin servants dropped their jaws in disbelief.
They couldn’t believe their ears: Why would a divine child of the Gojo family take the initiative to talk to, and even compliment, a man without a drop of cursed energy like Toji?
Kaito’s Six Eyes looked straight at Toji—not with the condescending gaze of a superior, but with the respect shared between those walking the most grueling path in the jujutsu world.
Old man Ogi rushed forward, his face plastered with a grotesque, flattering expression: “Divine child of the Six Eyes, your performance earlier was truly magnificent.
You and my daughter look wonderful together, and you’re the right age too.
Should the Gojo and Zenin families consider an engagement to solidify our position at the top of the Jujutsu world?”
Kaito narrowed his eyes.
His Six Eyes saw through the filth within this old man’s cursed energy flow.
He knew Ogi was mistaking him for Satoru, and the way the man used his own daughter as a bargaining chip disgusted Kaito to his core.
“I’m sorry, but you have the wrong person,” Kaito interrupted coldly.
“And I’m busy talking to Mr.
Toji.”
Ogi remained true to his nature, his shamelessness making him forget to read the room.
He waved his hand dismissively, pointing at Toji in contempt: “Why waste your time contacting this trash?
You don’t know, but he’s not like us.
He has no cursed energy, he isn’t a sorcerer, he isn’t even…
human.
He’s just rubbish.”
The murderous intent in Tobu’s eyes flared up instantly.
She was about to jump up to teach this old man a lesson he would never forget when…
Thwack!
A heavy sound echoed.
Ogi’s face contorted, his entire body flying straight into the ruined wall behind them.
Everyone around froze.
Ogi lay sprawled amidst the rubble, his eyes rolled back, not even having had time to understand what had just happened.
Kaito still stood there, lightly dusting off his hands as if he had just touched something filthy.
He smiled—a smile that didn’t reach his eyes—and held out his hand for Naobito and the Zenin clan to see:
“Oh, I’m so sorry.
I saw a venomous mosquito trying to harm Mr.
Ogi, so I overdid it a bit.
It seems excessive training has made me rather poor at controlling my strength.”
Kaito walked slowly over to the groaning Ogi, leaned down, his voice low yet carrying the pressure of a deity:
“By the way…
who did you say was rubbish just now?
I couldn’t hear you clearly.”