40 Knocked out (40)

As the tempest of their clash intensified, Gojo, with a sudden burst of energy, unleashed a full-powered red technique toward Kenzo. The pulsating crimson energy hurtled through the air with relentless speed.

Kenzo, relying on the nimbleness of his Monarch Domain, evaded the direct impact, a mere blur of shadows as he danced away. However, Gojo, ever the strategist, anticipated the dodge. Another red technique surged forth, aiming unerringly at Kenzo's gut.

The impact was visceral, sending Kenzo spiraling through the air, a puppet caught in the grip of an unseen force.

The Domain quivered with the aftershocks of the clash, shadows rippling in response to the intense exchange of curse energy. Amidst the chaotic dance of power, Kenzo's resilience wavered, yet the twisted joy of the battle burned brightly in his eyes.

Amidst the chaotic dance of curse energy, Kenzo's voice cut through the air, a symphony of determination echoing in the chaos. "I'm not backing down, Gojo-sensei!"

Gojo, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint, responded with a smirk. "Good.guess you truly weren't all talk."

The battlefield crackled with tension as they continued their deadly waltz. Kenzo, manifesting the Domain, unleashed a barrage of shadows and swift strikes. "You won't break through my domain, sensei!"

Gojo, dodging with uncanny grace, retorted, "A domain is only as strong as its creator. Yours seems a bit... shaky."

Kenzo's grin widened, a touch of madness in his eyes. "I like it that way. Unpredictable."

As the Domain pulsed with shadowy energy, Gojo, his blindfold falling away, unleashed a torrent of blue. "Let's see how you handle this!"

Kenzo, teleporting between shadows, countered with a taunt, "You're too slow, sensei! Try to catch me!"

The air crackled with tension as Kenzo and Gojo faced off in the twisted reality of Gojo's domain. Both combatants were battered, bloodied, yet exuded an aura of unyielding determination. Gojo, his white hair tousled and his clothing showing signs of the fierce battle, grinned confidently.

Kenzo, though bloodied, was far from defeated. His eyes gleamed with an unquenchable fire as he crouched into a defensive stance, shadows swirling around him. Gojo, entering the fray with a burst of speed, unleashed a flurry of strikes. Kenzo, in a dance of evasion and defense, managed to block some of the blows, but many landed with a bone-crushing impact.

He however gains the chance to punch his sensei and so he does, strengthening the power in his fist to punch him

"You're not bad, Kenzo," Gojo remarked, his voice a low rumble amid the chaos of the domain.

Kenzo, panting but refusing to yield, shot back, "I'm just getting started, sensei."

The clash of their bodies echoed through the domain. Gojo, employing a mixture of martial arts and curse techniques, moved with fluid grace. Kenzo, though struggling, unleashed a barrage of shadow-infused strikes. Each exchange was a dance of pain and resilience.

Gojo, closing the distance between them, delivered a powerful kick that sent Kenzo skidding across the twisted terrain. Rising to his feet, blood dripping from his lip, Kenzo grinned defiantly. "Not bad yourself, sensei. But I won't fall so easily."

As Gojo's body stood relatively unscathed, a triumphant smile adorned his face. With a confident stance, he summoned a surge of energy, unleashing a full-powered red technique. The force of the attack was like a tempest, slamming into Kenzo with devastating impact.

The collision shattered the fragile structure of Kenzo's newly formed domain. Shadows dissipated, and the twisted reality crumbled around them. As Gojo reappeared where Kenzo's body landed, the once defiant teenager seemed to have been overpowered. His form lay still on the fractured ground, seemingly knocked out by the overwhelming force.

Gojo, though victorious, didn't wear the expression of an indifferent conqueror. Instead, he looked down at Kenzo's unconscious form with a mix of pride and contemplation.

"Good effort, Kenzo," Gojo muttered, a hint of approval in his voice. He then paused, considering the growth he witnessed in his student. The white-haired sorcerer reached down, lifting Kenzo's body with ease, a subtle acknowledgment of the potential he saw.

Gojo materialized in front of Shoko, cradling Kenzo's unconscious body in his hands. Shoko's eyes widened in disbelief, registering the battered state of Gojo and the unconscious form he carried. Her expression was a mix of surprise and concern, silently questioning whether Gojo had truly needed to unleash such intensity upon Kenzo.

As Gojo gently laid Kenzo down.

Shoko, watching Gojo disappear with a bemused shake of her head, muttered under her breath, "Really, Gojo?" She sighed, contemplating the enigmatic nature of the man.

"Guess I need a smoke break," Shoko declared, her tone a mix of exhaustion and amusement. With a heavy exhale, she focused her attention on Kenzo, who lay unconscious on the ground, still recovering from the intense battle.

Time skip

As Kenzo stirred back to consciousness, he found himself surrounded by a surreal digital landscape. A luminous blue screen materialized before him, displaying the cryptic message: "{Survive 25% Gojo}."

{Description:You have decided to fight the strongest sorcerer of today,survive against a 25% power Gojo Satoru}

{Reward: 25000000 exp}

{10 high grade potions}

{All skill gets upgraded.}

{Skill armor Contruction's has been acquired}

{The user has learned more about their innate techniques}

{Every job-related skills have been upgraded.}

As Kenzo's vision cleared, the unfamiliar room unfolded before him like a mysterious canvas. His eyes, adjusting to the surroundings, soon locked onto the presence of a tall woman. Her silhouette was framed by long, brown hair cascading in a graceful ponytail, reaching past her shoulders. Soft brown eyes, marked with a touch of weariness, gazed intently, accentuated by a mole beneath her right eye. Thick, expressive eyebrows added character to her features.

Adorned in a white lab coat, she exuded an air of professionalism over a blue turtleneck sweater. The deep navy blue pants gracefully tapered just above her ankles, while cream-colored high-heeled shoes completed her ensemble. A sense of quiet authority emanated from her presence, leaving Kenzo to wonder about the nature of this place and the role she might play in it.

"Oh, you up kid "She said upon noticing he was awake.

"Who are you "Kenzo said upon seeing her.

"I'm Shoko Ieiri, the school nurse," she responded her expression a blend of concern and curiosity.