112 The battle of the stronguest {112}
Kenzo's grin stretched wide as his shadow soldiers swarmed Gojo. Each blow, propelled by his potent mana reserves, chipped away at the Six-Eyed King's playful demeanor. This wasn't just about revenge, it was a strategic showcase of his growth, a dance within the chaos of battle.
Suddenly, a shift. Gojo's playful mask vanished, replaced by an icy focus. A burst of his signature Limitless technique erupted, sending several shadows flying. But Kenzo, anticipating this, commanded two shadows to merge, creating a hulking monstrosity. It lunged at Gojo, its mass enough to momentarily disrupt the Limitless barrier.
Kenzo seized the opportunity. His fist, infused with his surging mana, connected with Gojo's jaw, snapping the Six-Eyed King's head back with a sickening crack. A stunned silence descended upon the warehouse.
But Gojo, ever the enigma, grinned, blood trickling down his chin. "Not bad, student," he chuckled, wiping away the crimson stain. "Seems you've learned a thing or two about exploiting weaknesses."
The playful facade returned, but a hint of respect flickered in his eyes. Kenzo, however, remained stoic. This was no time for celebrations.
A mischievous glint flickered in Gojo's eyes despite the barrage of shadow punches. While Kenzo chuckled, enjoying the sight of his teacher overwhelmed, Gojo saw an opportunity. His Limitless technique, usually a passive barrier, transformed into a strategic weapon.
With a flick of his wrist, he activated Maximum: Cursed Reversal. As shadow soldiers collided with his Infinity, their mana, instead of harmlessly bouncing off, reversed its flow, surging back towards them. Suddenly, the shadows stumbled, their own power turning against them. Some even exploded, dissolving into wisps of dark energy.
Kenzo's laughter died in his throat. His amusement quickly morphed into surprise as his army faltered. Gojo, with a playful smirk, moved in for the counteroffensive.
He unleashed a precise burst of Blue: Cursed Technique Lapse. This negative energy attraction pulled the remaining shadows towards him, clumping them together into a dense, writhing mass. Kenzo, caught off guard, was engulfed in his own creation.
"Fun's over, student," Gojo taunted, his voice laced with amusement but also a touch of respect.
The warehouse crackled with tension as Kenzo issued his command, "Alright, guess you're stronger than my lower-ranking soldiers. Igris, Malgrim, Hanami, Choso... you're allowed to use your full might against him."
The atmosphere thickened as Igris, Kenzo's loyal knight and right-hand man, stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over Gojo.
Malgrim, the demonic general, emerged from the darkness, his oversized axe glinting in the dim light, a feral grin splitting his face.
Two figures in the forefront drew Gojo's immediate attention. Hanami, the embodiment of winter, stood tall, her massive tan form adorned with black lines, a helmet-like head revealing rows of sharp teeth. Where eyes should be, branches swayed, sensing the surrounding energy. Black lines zig-zagged down her face, a stark contrast to the white cloth draped across her left arm, its fingers tipped with black. A single, vibrant flower bloomed on her left shoulder.
Beside her stood Choso, but a dark reflection conjured by Kenzo's shadow magic. His black skin shimmered with faint hints of purple, mirroring Hanami's own markings. His long, stringy black hair spiked upwards in two high ponytails, framing his small, dark purple eyes. Blood markings, mirroring those on the original Choso, stretched across his face and nose, pulsing with potential cursed energy. He wore a loose, light tan robe underneath a purple gi-vest, and a matching scarf adorned his neck.
Noticing the three black and blue figures surrounding him, their imposing forms contrasting his own white hair and delicate features, Gojo, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist a quip. "Damn, didn't think you were that kinky," he said with a playful smile, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Kenzo's eye twitched. He ignored the comment, focusing on the task at hand. "Attack!" he commanded, and the warehouse erupted in chaos.
Igris charged, his sword singing. Malgrim roared, his axe a blur aimed to cleave Gojo in two. Hanami, channeling her cursed energy, conjured thorny vines that lashed out with surprising speed. And Choso, using Blood Manipulation, hardened his blood into razor-sharp projectiles, aiming them at Gojo's blind spots.
Gojo, despite his playful demeanor, moved with lightning speed. He deflected Igris's attack, used Blue to redirect Malgrim's axe, and countered Hanami's vines with a burst of Red, forcing them to wither and crumble.
Yet, Choso's blood projectiles, propelled by dark magic, surprised Gojo, slicing through his Infinity barrier and grazing his arm.
Gojo stumbled back, a rare flicker of surprise on his face. The student he once trained had grown powerful, wielding techniques amplified by Kenzo's shadow magic. The playful dance was over; this was a serious fight.
The clash continued, a whirlwind of power and movement. Gojo, pushed to his limits, fought with focused intensity. Kenzo, seeing an opening, rallied his remaining shadow soldiers. Their dark tendrils swarmed Gojo, restricting his movements.
Gojo, weakened and trapped, finally seemed vulnerable. A smirk played on Kenzo's lips. But would this be victory or would Gojo find another way to escape, showcasing the true depth of his Limitless technique?
Gojo, surrounded by Kenzo's formidable forces, found himself in a precarious situation. Igris, with his Infinity-piercing blade, was a constant threat, while Choso's blood-manipulated projectiles chipped away at his defenses. And Hanami, wielding her Disaster Plants, conjured thorny vines and monstrous flowers that lashed through the air, aiming to ensnare Gojo.
But Gojo wasn't known for giving up easily. His Limitless, while not an absolute shield, held immense potential. He began to strategize, weaving his techniques into an intricate dance of offense and defense.
With a flick of his wrist, Gojo activated Blue: Cursed Technique Lapse.
This negative energy attraction pulled Malgrim's axe off course, sending it crashing into a nearby crate. He then followed it up with Red: Cursed Technique Reversal, amplifying the impact and shattering the crate into shrapnel. The shrapnel, imbued with reversed cursed energy, became makeshift projectiles, flying towards Hanami, forcing her to conjure a barrier of thorny vines for protection.
This maneuver bought Gojo some breathing room. He focused on Igris, the most immediate threat. His Infinity barrier wouldn't hold against the knight's cursed blade, but Gojo had another idea.
With a flick of his wrist, Gojo unleashed a burst of azure energy towards Igris. The knight, anticipating the Blue technique, leaped back with surprising agility. Gojo smirked, then directed a crimson blast of Red: Cursed Technique Reversal at Choso, forcefully pushing him away. The sniper threat neutralized, Gojo turned his attention to the berserker Malgrim.
He knew Kenzo and his shadow soldiers wouldn't fall for Hollow Purple, an attack that erases anything it touches. Instead, he focused the waning energy of his previous Blue technique, chanting silently. Each word resonated with power, amplifying the technique's pull: "Phase, twilight, eyes of wisdom." The once gentle blue aura intensified, becoming a swirling vortex of attraction.
Simultaneously, Gojo let loose a guttural roar, uttering another incantation: "Phase, paramita, pillars of light." The crimson energy from his earlier Red attack reversed its trajectory, hurtling back towards Malgrim with amplified force. This unexpected blow caught the demonic general off guard, sending him careening towards the strengthened Blue vortex.
As Malgrim neared the pull, Gojo concluded his final chant with a mischievous smile: "Nine ropes, polarized light, crow of liberation , between front and back." In an instant, the warehouse erupted in a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar.
The air itself seemed to tear apart, the raw power shattering Tengen's barrier like fragile glass.
Light, a thousand suns condensed into a singular point, engulfed the warehouse. The deafening roar ripped through the air, tearing apart Tengen's barrier like a wet tissue. Debris exploded outwards, propelled by the raw power Gojo unleashed.
Kenzo, with his honed instincts, felt the shift in energy moments before the detonation. Instead of horror, a grim determination settled on his face. With a flick of his wrist, a ripple of shadow energy engulfed him, teleporting him just outside the attack's radius. He landed hard on the rubble, coughing, his cloak singed at the edges.
Gojo, the epicenter of the blast, wasn't entirely unscathed. He stood tall, chest heaving, white hair slightly singed around the edges. A thin sheen of sweat covered his brow, a testament to the immense power he'd channeled. Despite the evident strain, a satisfied smirk played on his lips. "Looks like playtime's over, wouldn't you agree, Kenzo?" His voice rang out, laced with a hint of challenge.
The warehouse was gone, replaced by a crater smoldering with residual cursed energy. The battlefield had shifted, the once playful dance replaced by a brutal reality. Gojo, wounded but undeterred, stood amidst the ruins, awaiting Kenzo's next move.
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A/N So to whoever confuse at what Gojo say let me give yall a hint...he is surrounded by 3 tall dark creature that tower over him while with his appearance he look like a delicate flower....use your brain and put 2 and 2 together and you will get it.
