Chapter 22- Gojo pov
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The temple was suddenly engulfed in a sinister domain. Guide Agent Kondo smirked, his plan unfolding.
Realizing he had lost control, he walked away nonchalantly.
Not far ahead, he collapsed, blood streaming from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
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Far away from Hokkaido, a woman fed her child while chatting on the phone, a smile playing on her lips.
"I see you've already taken care of the agent," she remarked.
"Yeah, I'm busy right now. I'll come by later," said the woman on the phone.
"Mom, teacher said we're going on a picnic tomorrow. Can I join?" The kid asked eagerly.
"Of course, Yuki. You can join them," came the warm response form his mother.
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—Gojo pov—
As days passed without any word from Sumiko, Hikari, or the agent they had sent, Yaga grew increasingly concerned. He urgently contacted Gojo and Geto for assistance.
"Go to Hokkaido and check on them. Help Sumiko and Hikari if they're in trouble," Yaga instructed with a furrowed brow.
Worried for his sister, Gojo wasted no time. Using his instantaneous teleportation, he vanished from sight in an instant, appearing directly in Hokkaido.
Meanwhile, Geto opted to travel by riding his dragon, trailing Gojo closely from behind, ready to provide support if needed.
As time passed, Gojo's breathing grew labored with each second that ticked by, his concern for his sister mounting with each heartbeat. Recalling his previous interactions with her, he agonized over the possibility that all his efforts to mend their relationship might be in vain.
Inside, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions raged. He wrestled with guilt for any past dismissiveness and regret for not cherishing their bond sooner. Now, faced with the grim reality of a dead agent and the presence of a sinister parasitic creature, his worry escalated to a new level.
Examining the scene with meticulous detail, Gojo's keen eyes honed in on the peculiarities. The agent's brain was conspicuously absent, replaced by an eerie, intelligent parasite fueled by malevolent curse energy.
This revelation sent a shiver down his spine, knowing the implications of such a dark entity running loose.
Confronted by the menacing hybrid of dungeon monsters and cursed energy, Gojo recognized the potential catastrophic consequences.
However, his immediate concern was the safety of his sister and Hikari. With a resolute gaze, he teleported near the looming domain.
Hovering above the ominous structure, Gojo's determination shone through as he kicked open an entrance through the dark sphere.
His entry was swiftly, a testament to his unparalleled combat prowess and unwavering resolve in the face of danger.
Breaking the domain shattered its upper layers completely, dispersing the oppressive darkness that had engulfed the area.
As the dust settled, Gojo's keen gaze scanned the aftermath below.
Looking down, he spotted a cursed spirit emerging from the remnants of the shattered domain.
The creature's malevolent eyes locked onto Gojo, its presence a stark reminder of the dangers lurking within the domain.
In the heart of an expansive cursed domain, Gojo Satoru, a sorcerer of unparalleled prowess, stood resolute.
His trademark blindfold veiled his piercing eyes, concealing the infinite power that simmered within.
Before him, the Swamp Spirit, an entity born of twisted energies and muck, stirred with malice. Its domain seethed with the eerie tranquility of a primordial bog, shadows dancing ominously beneath the surface.
Gojo exhaled slowly, his breath mingling with the charged air. His reputation as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer rested not on brute force alone,
But on his mastery of "Infinity," a technique that defied conventional limits. The Swamp Spirit sensed the impending clash, its form undulating with anticipation, tendrils of cursed energy coiling like serpents ready to strike.
A surge of azure energy erupted from Gojo's outstretched hand, forming a barrier of distortion that rippled through the domain. The Swamp Spirit's assault of muddied tendrils lashed out, seeking to ensnare Gojo within its suffocating embrace.
With effortless grace, Gojo danced between the tendrils, his movements a ballet of precision and finesse. Each strike he deflected, each attack he countered with a calculated surge of his own cursed energy.
The Swamp Spirit, enraged by Gojo's defiance, summoned forth its ultimate technique—a deluge of swampy mire that threatened to drown everything in its path.
The very essence of the domain shifted, terrain warping under the weight of the Spirit's dominance. Yet Gojo remained undeterred, his resolve unshaken amidst the rising tide of darkness.
With a snap of his fingers, Gojo shattered the mire, dispersing the illusion with a surge of "Infinity." His presence expanded, distorting reality itself as he closed the distance to the Swamp Spirit in an instant. Their clash reverberated through the domain, each blow a testament to the struggle between human will and malevolent intent.
As the battle raged, Gojo's mind raced with strategies, seeking a weakness amidst the Swamp Spirit's impenetrable defenses.
The spirit's core, a pulsating nexus of cursed energy, beckoned like a siren's call—an invitation to end the conflict once and for all. With a surge of determination, Gojo plunged into the heart of the domain, his power igniting in a blinding display of brilliance.
The Swamp Spirit, sensing its imminent demise, unleashed a final surge of desperation—a vortex of cursed energy that threatened to consume everything in its wake.
Yet Gojo stood firm, his very presence a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness. With a resounding cry, he unleashed his ultimate technique—a cataclysmic surge of "Limitless," tearing through the Swamp Spirit's core with unparalleled force.
In that fleeting moment, time itself seemed to stand still. The Swamp Spirit's form disintegrated into ethereal tendrils of dissipating energy, vanquished by the sheer magnitude of Gojo's power.
Silence descended upon the domain, broken only by the echoes of a battle waged and won.
Gojo exhaled slowly, his blindfold concealing a rare smile of satisfaction.
With the cursed spirit defeated and his anger vented, Gojo Satoru bellowed for Sumiko and Hikari to reveal themselves. Despite his earlier concerns, he now sensed their unmistakable presence within the domain. The turmoil that had gripped his heart began to ease, replaced by a growing sense of relief.
"Sumiko! Hikari!" Gojo's voice reverberated through the lingering echoes of battle, cutting through the oppressive silence that followed the clash with the swamp spirit. His blindfolded gaze scanned the murky surroundings, searching for any sign of movement or response.
Again he shouted"Hey, Sumiko, Hikari, where are you? Come out by yourselves. I don't want to search and waste my energy!" Gojo's voice echoed through the dense, dissipating mist of the swamp domain, carrying with it a mix of urgency and relief.
As the domain slowly disappeared the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. Turning, he saw Geto emerging from the outskirts of the domain, his expression grave yet determined. His dragon, a shadowy presence overhead, circled protectively.
"Gojo," Geto greeted tersely, his voice carrying a weight of concern that matched his expression. "I followed as quickly as I could."
"Thank suguru, Wait for Sumiko and hikari here. I will look at something over there." Saying so he pointed to the previous direction where he found the agent body.
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