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As Yuji sprints through the forest, dodging branches and leaping over obstacles, he hears Todo's heavy footsteps closing in behind him. He knows he has to keep moving, to draw Todo away from the others, but his mind is a whirlwind of thoughts.
Yuji's training with Gojo-sensei had been rigorous, pushing him to his limits, but it wasn't just Gojo's lessons that shaped him. His entire life had been a series of experiences that taught him the value of life. Before, he believed that preserving life was the highest priority. But after his encounter with Mahito, that belief had evolved. He learned that he must never lose to ensure someone dies properly—especially not until he kills Mahito.
Coming to a sudden halt, Yuji skids to a stop with his back heel, turning to face Todo. The massive third-year approaches, a grin plastered on his face. "Are you content with being weak, Yuji Itadori?" Todo asks, his tone almost teasing, but with a serious edge.
Yuji shakes his head, his expression resolute. "No, I'm not."
Todo's grin widens. "Good. Because if you were, our brotherhood would have to end here."
Yuji, confused but not entirely surprised by Todo's eccentric behavior, replies, "We've only just met today, though."
Todo chuckles, his voice booming through the forest. "That doesn't matter, Yuji! Connections are forged in the heat of battle, and you, my brother, are someone I can respect." He takes a step closer, his massive frame towering over Yuji. "You've got potential, but you're holding yourself back."
Yuji narrows his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Todo's expression becomes serious. "Cursed energy, Yuji. It's the foundation of everything we do. But it's not just about having it, it's about using it effectively." He taps his abdomen. "Most sorcerers, like you, instinctively spread cursed energy throughout their entire body. It's a natural defense mechanism, but it's not the most efficient."
Yuji listens intently, absorbing every word.
"To truly maximize your power, you need to learn how to condense your cursed energy," Todo explains, "Focus it into a single point when you strike, or when you're about to take a hit. That way, you can deliver or absorb a much more powerful blow. It's about precision, not just raw strength."
Todo then leans in, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "And now, Yuji, I'm going to beat that knowledge into you until it becomes second nature."
Yuji takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of Todo's words. This is no ordinary fight. It's a lesson, a challenge, and an opportunity to grow stronger. With a determined nod, Yuji clenches his fists. "Alright, I'm ready."
Todo's smile returns, more feral this time. "Good. Let's see if you can keep up, brother!"
With that, the battle resumes, but this time, Yuji isn't just fighting to win—he's fighting to learn. Each punch, each dodge, is a lesson in harnessing cursed energy more effectively.
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[Auther: There's a few things I wanna go over, while Nobara is her and Maki is...well Maki. I'm skipping them and Panda. Not cause I hate them but...we're 30 chapters in and only at what ep, 18??? Nah, I'm finna end this at chapter 300 or something, gotta skip this part, I'll refrain from doing so in the future.]
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Locked in fierce combat, the air crackles with tension as Noritoshi Kamo, the third-year from Kyoto, releases three arrows in rapid succession. His eyes gleam with focus, each arrow whistling through the air with deadly precision. Across from him, Megumi Fushiguro reacts instantly, his tonfa spinning in his hands as he deflects the first two arrows with swift, precise movements. The third arrow, however, is intercepted by one of Megumi's summoned toads, which catches it in mid-air before it can reach its target.
As the toad drops the arrow, Megumi notices something unusual—traces of blood glisten on the arrowhead. His eyes narrow, realizing that this isn't just a typical attack. "Blood manipulation…" Megumi mutters under his breath, his mind racing as he pieces together what Noritoshi is doing.
Noritoshi watches Megumi with a calculating gaze, the smirk on his face widening as he sees the realization dawn on his opponent. "You're sharp, Fushiguro," Noritoshi says, his tone almost appreciative. "These arrows aren't just ordinary projectiles. The blood on them allows me to control their trajectory, defying the very laws of physics. You can't just rely on simple defenses against me."
Megumi stays calm, his expression unyielding. "I figured as much. But that doesn't change the fact that if you keep using your blood like this, you're going to run out of it. Even you have limits, Kamo."
Noritoshi's smirk doesn't falter. Instead, he raises his bow, nocking another arrow with practiced ease. "Oh, you're worried about my well-being? How touching. But you can relax—these arrows were prepared in advance. I'm not foolish enough to deplete my reserves so easily."
Megumi keeps his stance steady, his mind weighing his options. Noritoshi's mastery over Blood Manipulation is a formidable threat, especially with his ability to prepare attacks in advance. The arrows, laced with blood, could easily strike him from any angle, making it difficult to anticipate their true trajectory. Megumi's usual strategy of wearing down his opponent might not work here, especially if Noritoshi has already calculated his moves.
Noritoshi takes a step forward, his bow still drawn. "You're holding back, Fushiguro. I can see it. Summon another shikigami. Fight me seriously, or this will end in your defeat."
Megumi remains silent, not giving in to the taunt. Divine Dog is already occupied he thinks, silently hoping the spirit is handling its fight. But there's more to it. Summoning another shikigami might split his focus, and against someone as sharp as Noritoshi, that could be a fatal mistake. Instead, Megumi tightens his grip on his tonfa, steeling himself for the next move.
"I'm not interested in your mind games," Megumi replies coolly. "I'm here to win, not to satisfy your ego."
Noritoshi's eyes flash with interest. "Then show me, Fushiguro. Show me the strength of a Zenin who turned his back on his clan. Or… is this all you've got?"
"Tch." The obvious bait, Noritoshi was using wouldn't fool Megumi but it did show his confidence in victory.
As the battle intensifies, Megumi Fushiguro finds himself on the defensive, fully aware of the threat posed by Noritoshi Kamo's formidable Blood Manipulation. The air between them hums with cursed energy, each movement calculated and precise.
Megumi's eyes are narrow as he watches Noritoshi carefully, knowing that the Kyoto third-year isn't just any opponent—he's a member of the prestigious Kamo Clan, wielding an inherited cursed technique that allows him to control anything his blood touches.
Noritoshi, on the other hand, regards Megumi with a mix of respect and expectation. He knows that Megumi possesses the Zenin Family's Ten Shadows Technique, a powerful ability that enables him to summon shikigami from his shadows.
Noritoshi's thoughts briefly flicker to the Zenin twins, Mai and Maki, who did not inherit their clan's powerful techniques. His expression hardens as he focuses back on the fight. If only they had the potential that Fushiguro has, he muses.
Without warning, Noritoshi fires an arrow upward, blasting a hole through the roof above them. Dust and debris rain down, creating a cloud of distraction. In that split second, Noritoshi blitzes forward, his speed almost blinding.
But Megumi's reflexes are sharp, honed by countless battles. He brings up his tonfa just in time, blocking Noritoshi's strike, though the impact sends a jolt through his arms. He's faster… and stronger than before, Megumi realizes, his mind racing to keep up with his opponent's sudden burst of power.
"Your reflexes are impressive," Noritoshi comments, his voice calm yet laced with intent. He doesn't give Megumi a moment to breathe, pressing the attack with relentless precision. Each strike is heavier than the last, and despite Megumi's best efforts, one of his tonfa shatters under the pressure.
Noritoshi's blood-red eyes glint as he continues his assault, a slight smirk on his face. "You're wondering how I've become stronger, aren't you?" he asks, almost tauntingly. "It's all thanks to Blood Manipulation. I can control my own body's temperature, pulse rate, the number of red blood cells, and even the composition of my blood. This technique, Flowing Red Scale, allows me to enhance my physical abilities far beyond their natural limits."
Megumi grits his teeth, backing up as he tries to assess the situation. "It's like doping…" he mutters under his breath, his mind working to find a way to counter Noritoshi's overwhelming power.
Noritoshi's smirk fades slightly at the mention of the word. "Doping?" he repeats, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "Don't reduce my technique to something as crude as that. This is a refined art, an expression of my control over my own body, my blood. It's a mastery you wouldn't understand, Fushiguro."
Megumi doesn't respond, but his mind is racing. He's not just strong—he's precise. Every movement, every strike is calculated. He's controlling his body with such finesse that it's like fighting a machine. But even as he thinks this, he knows that he can't afford to let Noritoshi dictate the pace of the fight.
With a swift movement, Megumi channels his cursed energy, preparing to summon another shikigami. He knows that he needs to shift the balance of power in this fight, to disrupt Noritoshi's rhythm. I can't let him keep the upper hand, Megumi thinks, his gaze focused and determined. If I want to win, I have to use everything at my disposal.
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[Auther: ...Sorry to the Panda Maki & Nobara fans....]
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