Chapitre 31: Limitless Cursed Technique
Gojo Satoru pushed open the chapel doors.
"Tennai!"
Everyone's eyes turned toward him. The room boiled over as if cold water had been poured into hot oil.
"What's going on, Riko? Is that your boyfriend?!"
"So handsome!"
"He's so tall!"
"Hey, mister, take off your sunglasses!"
"..."
The girls' reserved nature kept them from rushing over to him, instead flocking around Riko Tennai, chattering excitedly.
Gojo Satoru's good looks were one thing, but even the female teachers were taking liberties with their authority.
After all, this was an all-girls school.
Riko Tennai, however, looked horrified.
It was like when your embarrassing older brother shouted your name in front of your classmates, waving his arms while approaching you.
As Gojo drew closer step by step, Riko only wanted to cover her face and flee.
"Ah—um, it's an emergency, so... sorry about this." Gojo actually removed his sunglasses, revealing his dazzling azure eyes. The commotion around him grew louder. With a radiant smile, he greeted the students and teachers as he walked through the crowd to stand before Riko.
"Don't get carried away, hey!" Riko, flustered, decided to accept her fate. "Ugh, I told you repeatedly not to show up in front of everyone!"
"Cursed users are closing in. Figure out the rest yourself," Gojo said, lifting Riko effortlessly and leaping toward the rooftop outside. "We're heading straight back to Jujutsu High."
Riko protested the entire way.
It wasn't until Gojo said, "You don't want to put your friends in danger, do you?" that she reluctantly quieted down.
Gojo carried Riko across rooftops, quickly reaching the rendezvous point. The others hadn't arrived yet.
After setting her down, his body suddenly tensed as he shielded her. A man wearing a paper bag mask appeared before them.
"My thirty million."
The paper bag man murmured softly, his gaze fixed on Riko. Given the trouble on his other front, he needed to act fast here.
Two identical copies of the paper bag man emerged from his body, forming a triangular formation around the pair.
Gojo finally looked annoyed. "I really don't get it. What's so special about this little girl? One after another, you all..."
He raised his hand toward the sky and activated his technique.
Boom!
Two of the paper bag men were instantly pulled into the air, colliding at incredible speed. The impact echoed loudly, and a powerful shockwave rippled outward.
The paper bag men melted like wax, disappearing quickly.
The remaining one jumped to a nearby rooftop, cold sweat dripping down his temple. Two clones destroyed in an instant? What just happened?
"They're not Shikigami! Which one is the real body?" Riko cried out.
"They're not Shikigami; they're clones. All of them are the real body," Gojo replied, pushing Riko's head down as he dodged a close-range punch and countered with his own.
The paper bag man stayed close, refusing to give Gojo space to use his technique freely.
Gojo found it slightly troublesome.
Sometimes, the overwhelming power of his techniques became a liability, as they weren't suitable for close combat. Managing the technique's direction while protecting Riko made controlling his cursed energy more complicated.
This cursed user could split into up to five clones, including the main body?!
Though there were only three here, the flow of cursed energy was clear under Gojo's Six Eyes. At least two more clones lurked in the shadows.
"They can freely switch which one acts as the main body. If the current main body is in danger, they can make a safe clone the new one."
What an irritating technique. The guy was like a persistent fly.
Gojo glared at the paper bag man, smirking.
"If two clones are destroyed simultaneously, you can't recreate them right now, can you? Is it impossible to make more in the short term?"
"A pretty clever technique. Still don't understand why you're so weak," he said, preparing for a bigger move.
"How do you know my technique?" the paper bag man muttered darkly, growing hesitant. His eyes darted briefly toward Riko.
"Unlucky for you, my vision is exceptionally good." Gojo removed his sunglasses, letting them hover between his hands.
The paper bag man's eyes locked onto Gojo's eerie gaze. Within those hollow sockets lay crystalline orbs, glowing faintly and floating amidst the void. Pupils dilated unevenly, and irises turned in chaotic, disordered directions. The sight was both unsettling and mesmerizing.
He felt as though he'd been completely seen through, his emotions descending into chaos.
Without saying more, Gojo flicked his hand, eliminating another paper bag clone. Then his form twisted and blurred as he appeared in front of another. Grasping the mask firmly, crimson strands from Gojo's hair pierced the clone's skull. A flash of red light emerged, and the paper bag man froze, his pupils contracting.
Gojo stood still, observing silently.
The cursed user was momentarily "not present."
The paper bag man leaped back, putting distance between himself and Gojo. Fear gripped his heart. His glance flicked to Riko before retreating another step.
Suddenly, Gojo spoke.
"My technique involves a converging infinite series. Any object approaching me will slow down infinitely, meaning it will never reach me."
The Limitless Cursed Technique employed the neutral Stopping Force. Once activated, attacks were reduced to an infinitely close state, rendering them incapable of ever hitting their target.
"And when amplified, the Limitless Cursed Technique becomes the positively oriented technique with attractive force—'Blue.'"
A technique reveal?!
The paper bag man's heart raced.
Gojo appeared before him in an instant, holding Riko and pointing a metaphorical gun at his forehead.
"And this, the divergent, repelling force of the technique, is—'Red.'"
Revealing the mechanics of the technique could enhance its power while increasing its success rate.
The paper bag man instinctively crossed his arms to block, his body leaning back on pure reflex.
Seconds passed. The expected attack never came.
He heard Gojo chuckle.
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