'Hmm? He's not going to fight anymore?'
Kazuma was a little disappointed because there were still many moves yet to be used.
For example, Yuta's copy.
He wanted to see if Yuta could copy his ninjutsu.
Yuta said, "No more fighting. You are strong enough to protect Yuji, but..."
At this point, hesitation flashed in his expression.
Seeing this, Kazuma smiled bitterly. Did he look like a bad guy?
He naturally understood the other party's concerns.
Then, he waved his hand casually, and the space in front of him twisted, forming a fist-sized vortex.
Kazuma reached in, fumbled around for a moment, and soon retrieved a strangely shaped box.
Yuta asked, "Is this... the prison realm that seals Gojo-sensei?"
He immediately stepped forward, eyes fixed on the object in Kazuma's hand.
There was no doubt—this was the Prison Realm, the only thing in the world capable of sealing Gojo.
But why was it in Kazuma's possession?
"As you can see, Yaga and the others entrusted this to me."
"This is a hot potato. You should know that the top leaders have issued a special warning—anyone who tries to unseal Gojo will be killed without mercy."
The reason Kazuma had agreed, aside from the reward, was because of his gratitude to Gojo.
After all, Gojo was the first person he had taken advantage of. The dual Kamui was the reward he had obtained from him.
"I see..."
Yuta heaved a sigh of relief and let his guard down completely.
Entrusting Kazuma with such an important object was proof of immense trust. It seemed his earlier concerns had been unnecessary.
Kazuma was already wanted by the top brass, yet still willing to go to such lengths to protect Yuji. This would bring him serious trouble.
Thinking of this, he felt a little ashamed and looked at Kazuma apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I was too suspicious before."
Kazuma waved it off indifferently and said, "It's okay. You don't know me well enough yet, I understand."
With all concerns set aside, the atmosphere changed.
Looking at Yuji, Yuta's previously cold face suddenly broke into a warm smile.
Yuta said, "Haha... Yuji-kun, I apologize for scaring you earlier."
"???"
Yuji touched his head, feeling a strange warmth in his heart.
So this senpai had been acting all along?
He hadn't been abandoned after all—he still had Kazuma, everyone at Jujutsu High, and Choso, who had been with him these past few days.
Even though he wasn't ready to admit being his younger brother just yet.
Thinking of this, Yuji's expression suddenly changed and he said, "Oh no! Choso is still fighting that guy!"
...
Under a bridge
A battle to the death was raging on.
Bang!
Choso's figure flew backward, smashing into a bridge pillar, leaving behind spider-like cracks.
At this moment, his entire body was stained with blood, covered in deep, shocking wounds.
He had lost count of how many times he had been knocked down.
He only knew one thing—he had to defeat his opponent quickly to save his brother.
Naoya bent slightly, breathing heavily. Naoya couldn't help but admire Choso's incredible willpower.
With such severe injuries, anyone else would have collapsed long ago.
Even with the Blood Manipulation Technique that allowed for regeneration, he shouldn't have lasted this long.
Yet, he still stood.
"What kind of monster are you? An indestructible cockroach?!"
Despite having the absolute advantage, impatience crept in Naoya's heart. And deep down, he had an uneasy feeling.
He had a feeling that if this dragged on, he might be the one to lose.
Choso wiped away the blood from his eye and muttered, "I'm just an unqualified brother."
"My brother is being hunted, yet I still can't get rid of you. It's ridiculous."
Naoya said, "Tsk! You stubborn fool, I'm going to grind you to dust this time! Let's see how you stand up again!"
He activated his technique once more. In an instant, he closed the distance between them.
But this time, Choso dodged in a way that seemed almost unnatural.
Naoya didn't believe it—he assumed it was just luck, a lucky guess.
But in the following exchanges, the technique that he had always relied on… seemed to fail.
Every single attack was dodged perfectly!
"How is that possible?!"
After avoiding another attack, Choso smirked.
"Haha, your technique doesn't seem to work anymore."
In reality, Choso had been preparing for this moment all along.
He had focused all his cursed energy into his eyes, enhancing his dynamic vision to the extreme.
His eyes were nearly blinded by blood, yet he could still track his opponent's every move.
Then, another attack came.
But suddenly—
Gasp!
Blood gushed out from Choso's body. His hands pressed against a stone pillar, barely holding himself up.
Naoya revealed a sinister grin. A blood-stained dagger—a Cursed Tool, was now in his grip.
"Did you think I only fight with my fists?"
"Using a dagger may seem dirty, but if I kill you, no one will know, right?"
The dagger had already severed the tendons in Choso's hands and feet. Now, he couldn't move.
Only death awaited him!
Twirling the dagger, Naoya approached slowly, his voice filled with mockery.
In truth, his clan despised Toj. Yet, he had always regarded Toji as an idol.
Toji was a master of Cursed Tools. That was why he had trained so hard with cursed tools.
That was why, in the moment their figures crossed, he had been able to sever Choso's tendons instantly.
"Let me think… how do I want you to die?"
"You're already bleeding out. Even if I do nothing, you'll die soon. How does that sound?"
"If you kneel and lick my boots, maybe I'll give you a quick death. Hahaha!!"
Looking at the weak and speechless Choso, Naoya laughed wildly.
A special first-grade sorcerer, unable to defeat his opponent despite having the advantage?
It was a disgrace!
That's why—even if Choso begged for mercy, even if he licked the soles of his shoes—he wouldn't let him die easily.
However—
Just when he thought victory was his—
A voice, cold and hoarse, rang out.
"You... thought you won..."
Suddenly, the blood pooled at Choso's feet erupted!