Gojo Satoru vs Miguel

That night, the sky was indigo, stars twinkling like scattered diamonds. Unfortunately, no one appreciated the beauty of the night; every Jujutsu Sorcerer was busy eradicating Cursed Spirits.

*BOOM BOOM BOOM*

The sounds of explosions from the battle echoed everywhere, indicating the intensity of the battlefield.

Both the ground and the air were filled with rampaging Cursed Spirits of various sizes.

Of course, it wasn't just the Cursed Spirits suffering losses; the Jujutsu Sorcerers also incurred significant casualties.

*BOOM*

The explosion was followed by the figure of someone landing on the asphalt. Moments after the smoke and dust cleared, it was Miguel trying to rise after falling to the ground.

"Miguel? What are you doing?"

Nanako, about to confront Ijichi, was distracted, seeing her teammate and shouted in annoyance.

"Watch and understand."

Scratching his head, Miguel didn't have time to pay attention to others. He was thinking about the white-haired man who shattered his confidence as the strongest African Jujutsu Sorcerer.

"So stubborn."

Hearing the voice behind him, he swung the Black Rope without hesitation.

*Whoosh*

Unlike usual, Satoru didn't just remain silent and rely on Infinity. Instead, he intercepted the rope with his hand.

(But it's infused with an unusual curse. Infinity is disrupted.)

With just one glance, his Six Eyes analyzed the rope in the opponent's hand, which had the ability to neutralize Cursed Techniques.

The Black Rope's ability reminded Satoru of the Inverted Spear of Heaven, which nearly killed him in the past.

Because of this, he couldn't rely on Infinity.

(Half of it is gone...)

Sweat beads dripped down his cheek; now Miguel somewhat regretted taking this commission.

Unlike others in Suguru's team, he was just a mercenary. In other words, he did it all for money and had no intention of sacrificing his life!

Moreover, it pained him to see the Black Rope getting shorter every time it was used in this fight.

"How many decades do Jujutsu Sorcerers in my country need to make this?"

"I don't care."

Ignoring Miguel's complaint, Satoru aimed his right hand at a Cursed Spirit the size of a building approaching.

A condensed energy ball formed in his palm. Then, the energy ball shot towards the Cursed Spirit and exploded. The shockwave from the attack caused windows in nearby buildings to shatter.

(Danger! Gojo-san is angry!)

Seeing this, Ijichi broke into a cold sweat.

(So this is the Limitless Technique mentioned by Geto. A technique capable of influencing atomic levels and controlling space-time with precise manipulation of Cursed Energy. And what enables him to do this is his eyes.)

Miguel recalled the information Suguru provided.

(My mission's deadline is still 12 minutes away. I have to be serious!)

The Black Rope shot towards Satoru, but he wasn't the target; it aimed at the outdoor AC behind him.

*BAM*

Satoru didn't even dodge; he just watched the outdoor AC crash into Infinity and shatter.

"Haaaa!"

Moving at high speed, Miguel appeared behind Satoru, clenched his fists, and punched with all his might.

*Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh*

Satoru maneuvered swiftly to avoid Miguel's relentless attacks. Cautious of the Black Rope, he didn't rely on Infinity.

*Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh*

Satoru displayed extraordinary agility and skill.

*BAM*

Thrown backward by the whip of the Black Rope, he stomped his foot, creating a small crater in the concrete he stood on. His figure appeared in front of Miguel; his left hand punched the stomach, and his right hand slapped the face.

Using Miguel still in the air, Satoru kicked him, sending him flying.

"Arhhhhh!!!"

Unlike in shonen manga fights, they fought without speaking.

"Feel this!"

After landing, Miguel controlled the Black Rope to take the electrical cable. Then, the cable transformed into green snakes.

"Tsk."

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Satoru accelerated his momentum, destroying the snakes.

Though not seeing Miguel's figure, none could hide from the observation of the Six Eyes. In an instant, he knew the other party was hiding on the back of a Cursed Spirit coming to attack him.

Hovering dozens of meters in the air, Satoru clapped his hands. The next moment, he disappeared, while the Cursed Spirit only struck empty air.

"Hmph!"

"WOW!"

Lying on the back of the Cursed Spirit, Miguel could only watch as Satoru unleashed a barrage of punches.

*BOOM*

The Cursed Spirit fell to the ground, its massive body exploding, and purple fluid scattered everywhere.

Fortunately, Miguel dodged the previous attack, flipping backward several times, stepping on a car, and leaping into the air.

He used the Black Rope to coil around the power pole, maneuvering like Spider-Man.

*Whoosh*

Unfortunately, when Miguel propelled himself onto the building, he was stunned to see Satoru in the air, standing upside down. As a result, he collided with him and was thrown backward.

Satoru advanced, grabbed Miguel's neck, and threw him down.

"Arhhhhh!!!"

Crashing hard onto the ground, Miguel rolled several times, groaning in pain.

Just as he stood up, Satoru was already in front of him, unleashing a flurry of punches.

Not given a chance to breathe, Miguel exchanged blows with the other party. However, he was clearly disadvantaged.

*BAM BAM BAM BAM*

Satoru struck Miguel's body without giving him a chance to retaliate.

*BAM*

Spitting blood, Miguel was once again thrown backward and crashed into the outdoor AC. He quickly leaped to the side. A moment later, Satoru struck his previous standing position, smashing the outdoor AC to pieces.

Satoru wanted to pursue, but he was blocked by several Cursed Spirits.

Sitting behind the Cursed Spirits, Miguel adjusted his glasses.

(That was dangerous... I should just attack and escape. I have to hold out for the last 10 minutes. If I die, I'll curse you, Geto.)

Though regretting accepting this mission, Miguel had no intention of leaving before completing his task. His professional ethics didn't allow him to do so!

＊＊＊

At Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

Yuta and Suguru had just finished a brief confrontation.

"Is this the first time you've felt the surge of emotions and your body filled with Cursed Energy, isn't it?"

Suguru's eyes were filled with greed at Rikka behind Yuta.

"That increase in physical abilities... That sense of power... Your senses are sharper too, right?"

Black mist appeared behind him, and a small Cursed Spirit emerged from the mist, spitting out nunchucks, which Suguru took.

"Lowly creatures won't be able to match you. I have to destroy you myself."

Yuta took a horse-stance position, his gaze fixed on Suguru with intense focus.

"Follow me, Rikka!"

Still looking relaxed, Suguru still managed to convey his idealism.

"Humanity stands atop the food chain, yet they imagine the existence of higher beings and call them 'gods'."

"Isn't that strange?"

"Meanwhile, Jujutsu Sorcerers can exist without belief."

"..."

Yuta completely disregarded the rhetoric spoken by others.

He was furious because his friends were injured because of him.