Chương 2: Chapter 2: A Whispering Grimoire
The marketplace bustled back to life, the near-confrontation fading into a murmur of gossip. Gojo, however, remained intrigued. This world, the Clover Kingdom, pulsed with an unfamiliar magic, a power source vastly different from cursed energy. His blindfolded eyes, though shut, were bombarded with residual traces of the dark magic he'd neutralized. It was tainted, a twisted version of the vibrant mana he sensed everywhere.
Seeking a quiet corner, Gojo retrieved his grimoire from a hidden pocket. It was a plain, unadorned book, unlike any he'd seen in his past life. It offered no response to his cursed energy, a frustrating yet strangely intriguing silence.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd, approaching him with nervous determination. It was the boy from the market, the one with wind magic. His name, as Gojo recalled, was Yuno.
"Thank you, mister!" Yuno said, his voice trembling slightly. "You saved everyone."
Gojo gave him a playful nudge. "No need for formalities, kid. Just call me Gojo." He studied Yuno, his sky-blue eyes gleaming even beneath the blindfold. "You have the makings of a strong mage."
Yuno puffed out his chest, a hint of pride flickering in his cerulean eyes. "I'm going to be the Magic Knight Captain someday! The strongest in the kingdom!"
Gojo raised an eyebrow. "Magic Knight Captain? Ambitious, aren't we?"
Yuno explained his dream of joining the prestigious Magic Knights, his voice filled with unwavering determination. Gojo listened, a hint of a plan forming in his mind. This world, with its emphasis on magic control, could hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his own grimoire.
"Alright, kid," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Tell you what. I'll help you train for the Magic Knight entrance exam. But be warned, it won't be easy. This magic of yours...it's rough around the edges."
Yuno's face lit up with a grin. "Thank you, Gojo! I won't let you down!"
Thus began an unorthodox training partnership. Gojo, drawing upon his mastery of cursed energy manipulation, developed an unconventional training regimen for Yuno. He taught Yuno to refine his wind magic, to focus his mana with a precision that surprised even the young mage.
During their training, Gojo couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. He'd occasionally glimpse fleeting shadows at the edge of his perception, whispers like tendrils brushing against his senses. It was as if someone, or something, was monitoring their activities.
One evening, as they sparred under the setting sun, Gojo felt a surge of dark magic erupt from a nearby alleyway. A figure cloaked in darkness, its crimson eye burning with malevolent energy, emerged from the shadows.
"You again?" Gojo drawled, a playful smile on his face despite the sinister aura radiating from the figure. "Seems like you haven't learned your lesson about messing around with dark magic."
The figure lunged, its dark magic twisting into a menacing claw. But Gojo was ready. He deflected the attack with a casual flick of his hand, his blindfold flickering open – a chilling display of power that sent shivers down Yuno's spine.
"This time," Gojo declared, his voice laced with a dangerous edge, "we're going to find out who you're working for."
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