Chapter:12, Gojo training Hikari

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Gojo Satoru and Hikari stood ready to face each other in a training match. They were surrounded by an air of anticipation as Sumiko, Gojo's sister, watched cheerfully from the sidelines.

Despite her playful teasing and occasional taunts, which were meant to spur him on, Hikari remained unfazed and focused. Gojo Satoru, always the confident and reliable senior he is, took his stance, prepared to push Hikari to his limits. This was no ordinary training; it was a chance for Hikari to prove himself and grow stronger under Gojo's expert guidance.

The fight started with a flurry of hand-to-hand combat, each kick and punch resonating with determination.

Hikari, though at a disadvantage against the formidable Gojo Satoru, refused to back down. He matched Gojo's strikes with his own, his eyes filled with the resolve to grow stronger. The echoes of their clash reflected the hard training Hikari had endured in past days, each moment driving him to push beyond his limits and prove his potential.

Dodging Gojo's swift kick, Hikari aimed a punch at his stomach. However, Gojo effortlessly blocked the strike, showcasing his superior skill and experience. Despite the setback, Hikari's determination didn't waver as he prepared for the next exchange.

In the midst of the fight, Gojo offered some advice: "Try concentrating your curse energy in one point, whether it's your fist or your kick." Hikari nodded, absorbing the lesson as he prepared to apply it in their ongoing battle.

With Gojo's advice in mind, Hikari tried to concentrate his energy into his fist, but the process took too long. Seizing the opportunity, Gojo swiftly kicked him, stating, "It takes too long. Your enemies that come to kill you won't let you finish your preparation." Hikari winced but understood the urgency of mastering this technique quickly.

"Also, you can create a shield of cursed energy to protect your vital points. It's like your barrier technique, but caution is necessary," Gojo added, his tone both instructive and stern. "Mastering this defensive skill could be the difference between life and death in a real fight."

"I remember Black Flash was supposed to be the name of this technique that Satoru is teaching me now... But it's not the real deal. What he's teaching are the basics of manipulating cursed energy at my will," Hikari thought to himself, realizing the importance of mastering these foundational skills before advancing to more complex techniques.

Using cursed energy as a means to defend, attack, and heighten the senses," Hikari mused, recognizing the multifaceted applications of the power Satoru was teaching him. The more he practiced, the more he understood the depth and versatility of manipulating cursed energy.

Wossh *

As Gojo propelled towards him, catching him off-guard, Hikari instinctively activated his technique, using his barrier to shield himself while also harnessing the power of Althing. This unexpected turn of events empowered Hikari to take control of the situation for a second, turning the tide of the confrontation in his favor.

With Althing activated, Gojo's state weakened while Hikari received a boost, though the difference wasn't significant. Thousands of hands swarmed around Satoru, slowing his movements and creating an opportunity for Hikari to gain the upper hand in the confrontation.

As Althing's hands swarmed towards Gojo, aiming to immobilize him, he swiftly dodged their grasp with agile movements. However, the relentless persistence of the hands proved to be a formidable challenge. Despite Gojo's efforts to evade them, the hands regenerated quickly, refusing to relent. Frustration gnawed at him as he grappled with the constant barrage, realizing that these hands wouldn't simply disappear, their resilience testing his patience and resolve.

Despite Hikari's technique and the onslaught of Althing's hands, Gojo refrained from unleashing the full extent of his power. Instead, he relied solely on his limitless technique to defend himself, keeping his six eyes dormant. This strategic decision indicated Gojo's confidence in his abilities to handle the situation without resorting to his most potent techniques. .

*Swoos bang..*

Satoru's fist struck Hikari's barrier with a resounding thud, producing a loud sound that echoed through the training grounds. "Damn, your barrier is as resilient as ever!" Satoru remarked, a mix of frustration and admiration evident in his voice. Despite his best efforts, the barrier held firm, showcasing Hikari's impressive defensive skills.

With a resigned sigh, Satoru took a step back, creating a brief pause in the intense exchange. His keen eyes remained locked on Hikari, assessing his next move. Meanwhile, Hikari braced himself, mentally preparing for whatever Satoru had in store.

As the tension mounted, Satoru raised his hand, his movements deliberate and calculated. It was a familiar stance, one that signaled the imminent unleashing of his formidable power. Though not intending to unleash his greatest output, Satoru's next attack still promised significant damage to both Hikari and the surrounding environment.

Stop! Sumiko and Hikari to my office," commanded Yaga, the teacher, stepping in to defuse the situation. He had something important to discuss with both Sumiko and Hikari and also wanted to ensure the safety of the school property, preventing any further damage by Gojo's potential attack.

In a moment of quiet determination, Hirari and Sumiko glanced at Yaga, silently affirming their confirmation. Meanwhile, Hikari expressed gratitude to Gojo for his guidance, a sense of indebtedness evident in his demeanor.

Hirari and Sumiko exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting the solemnity of their decision. With a nod towards Yaga, they silently confirmed their agreement. Meanwhile, Hikari expressed gratitude towards Gojo, acknowledging the invaluable lessons imparted. In that moment, their resolve solidified, paving the way for their journey ahead.

In a serene moment, Hirari and Sumiko shared a silent exchange, their eyes conveying mutual understanding and determination. With a subtle nod towards Yaga, they affirmed their decision, each feeling a sense of purpose settled within. Meanwhile, Hikari stood before Gojo, gratitude shining in his eyes as he expressed heartfelt thanks for the guidance received. Gojo's teachings had not only equipped him with skills but also instilled a deeper sense of responsibility. As they stood together, a bond formed by shared experiences and aspirations, they knew that their journey ahead would be challenging, but they were ready to face it together.

In a moment of quiet determination, Hirari and Sumiko glanced at Yaga, silently affirming their resolve. The weight of their decision hung in the air, each understanding the gravity of their chosen path. Meanwhile, Hikari expressed gratitude to Gojo for his guidance, a sense of indebtedness evident in his demeanor. As they stood together, classmates bound by a common purpose, they knew that their journey ahead would test their mettle. Yet, fueled by their shared commitment and the knowledge imparted by their mentors, they faced the future with unwavering determination.

I glanced at Sumiko, attempting to break the awkward silence with a casual suggestion, "Sumiko, shall we go?" To my dismay, she brushed me off and strolled towards Yaga's office without a second glance, leaving me standing there with a bemused expression. "Hmm, don't wanna," I muttered to myself, feeling the sting of rejection.

As I contemplated her sudden coldness, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. "She's still angry at me... is this what people call tsundere?" I chuckled to myself, amused by the idea of Sumiko embodying the classic tsundere archetype. "Gojo tsundere! Sounds nice," I remarked sarcastically, expecting no response.

To my surprise, Sumiko abruptly turned back, her expression fierce as she attempted to kick me. "You! Who are you calling tsundere?" she exclaimed indignantly, her cheeks flushed with irritation. "I just don't like being around you. Standing next to you irritates me! That's all," she declared, her words laced with defiance.

Caught off guard by her sudden outburst, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Well, at least you're honest about it!" I retorted, dodging her attempted kick with a playful grin. Despite the tension between us, there was an undeniable comedy scene in our banter. As I continued to tease her, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Sumiko's fiery spirit, even if it meant enduring her occasional outbursts.

As Sumiko's attempted kick missed its mark, she lost her balance, prompting me to swiftly catch her legs to prevent her from tumbling to the ground. "Hey now, don't go kicking someone without any reason," I teased, flashing her a grin before releasing her.

With a mixture of surprise and indignation, Sumiko regained her footing, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Before she could respond, I playfully winked at her and sauntered away, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a moment, Sumiko snapped out of her daze, her fiery spirit reigniting as she shouted after me, "Wait, you bastard! I'll get killed you for this!"

Turning back with a smirk, I called out, "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots!" before breaking into a run, laughter bubbling up within me.

As I dashed away, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through me, fueled by the playful exchange with Sumiko. Despite our banter, there was an undeniable chemistry between us, a spark that ignited with every witty retort and mischievous grin.

Her threats only added to the exhilaration of the moment, and I found myself laughing even harder as I glanced back at her determined expression.

"Who will stop running and let some psychopath kill themselves?" I called back, my words tinged with humor as I continued to flee, the playful chase between us only adding to the undeniable thrill of our dynamic.

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