HRU: Chapter 305/306

Chapter 305: Special Spells

They looked up at Gojo Kumaen. After all, both of them were from the Gojo Clan, and as the head of the family, Gojo Kumaen should know more than they did.

But facing everyone's expectant and doubtful gazes, he smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, even I was surprised by Satoru's condition. But no matter what, Satoshi is a genius sorcerer trained as the next head of the Gojo Clan. He has never let us down."

Hearing this, the others all nodded in agreement.

Naobito said, "It was indeed an incredible battle. But don't forget, Satoshi's target is two teams."

At that, everyone's expressions turned a little strange.

Could he really still have a chance against an opponent like the current Gojo Satoru?

You couldn't even defeat Satoru alone... how could you fight both teams?

But it was understandable. The combat ability Satoru just displayed was overwhelming, even among Special Grade sorcerers.

Yuki looked at the screen, where the dust was gradually settling, and said thoughtfully, "The result of the fight is about to be revealed."

At her words, everyone's eyes turned to the large screen.

As time passed, the aftershocks from Gojo Satoru's attack began to dissipate.

The first thing that came into view was a devastated forest.

Everyone had expected such a scene.

But even so, when they truly saw that level of destruction, a wave of tension surged in their hearts.

If the battle had taken place inside Jujutsu High, even the reinforced barriers might not have held.

At this moment, Satoru had been elevated to the same threat level as his brother, Satoshi.

All eyes were fixed on the battlefield, searching for the victor.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from the dust.

A figure slowly emerged.

The entire audience held their breath. Silence fell.

The person appearing now was likely the winner of the battle.

They stared at the screen, afraid to blink.

Finally, the dust cleared.

But the person standing there wasn't Gojo Satoru.

It was Satoshi, standing silently with a blank expression.

It was easy to tell—the armband colors were different.

Satoru belonged to the Tokyo team, whose color was blue. The Kyoto team wore red.

But Satoshi's was a unique, vibrant purple.

At that moment, the purple light on the boy's arm was especially striking.

Then, the Zanpakutō Sode no Shirayuki reappeared in his hand, confirming his identity once again.

"That was really dangerous, Satoru," Satoshi raised his eyes and smiled faintly.

After a moment of stunned silence, the audience in front of the screen could no longer sit still.

They suddenly understood something, and their expressions began to twist.

The excitement from earlier vanished instantly, replaced with disbelief and resentment.

"What just happened?!"

"Why are both Gojo Satoru and Satoshi still standing?!"

"It's a spell... Don't forget, Satoshi can use jujutsu now too..."

"Damn it, I forgot! He demonstrated it back during the entrance exam!"

"This isn't over..."

"Technically, Satoshi's jujutsu shouldn't surpass Satoru's, but it doesn't necessarily mean Satoru will win either."

Some still refused to accept the outcome and continued scanning the screen for the Tokyo team.

In the distance, where the lingering smoke obstructed the view, a dark silhouette appeared.

A young boy staggered up from the ground, swaying like a reed in the wind.

He clutched his chest, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Soon, a black-haired boy rushed to his side and supported him.

The blue armbands on their arms confirmed their identities.

It was Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

Shoko followed close behind, her expression solemn. She immediately activated her Reverse Cursed Technique to heal Satoru's injuries.

Even she hadn't expected Satoru to lose in the end.

On the high platform.

"Satoshi really won." Yuki smiled, her face blooming with pride.

Everyone stared at Satoshi on the screen with complex expressions.

No one had expected him to turn things around in such a desperate situation.

How did he manage to do it?

Toji and Yuto both let out long sighs of relief.

Toji looked at Gojo Satoru, who had now stood back up. His eyes were solemn.

He didn't believe Satoru would fall so easily.

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In that instant, Satoshi had launched two simultaneous spells, overcoming Satoru's attack and turning the tide.

But the match wasn't over yet.

If nothing unexpected happened, the next moment would be the most difficult.

As expected, Suguru was about to take action.

Satoshi had nearly lost to Gojo Satoru just now.

Now, he would face the strongest duo of the younger generation.

Could he hold them back?

The others slowly turned their eyes back to the screen, anticipation filling their gazes.

Meanwhile, in a remote corner of the auditorium...

Choso watched the screen with slight regret in his eyes and muttered softly, "The Gojo brothers really are monsters. A duel between Special Grade sorcerers… as expected.

I wonder how likely I am to defeat them.

I can't wait to say hello."

He was looking forward to facing his future opponent.

Inside the stadium.

Under the healing of Ieiri Shoko's Reverse Cursed Technique, Satoru's condition quickly stabilized.

He let out a long breath, then looked up at Satoshi with an unconvinced expression.

"Satoshi, you really are strong. What was that jujutsu just now?"

(To be continued.)

Chapter 306: Comprehending

Satoru's Six Eyes had failed to detect the awakening of Cursed Energy, causing him to fall into the same trap as Satoshi.

As a result, they lost the initiative during the clash just now.

Satoshi smiled. "Satoru, my warm-up is over. You and Suguru can come together now."

Satoru choked on his words.

"Alright, alright, Satoshi. Since that's your attitude, we won't hold back. Honestly, we've always wanted to beat you up." Satoru grinned, raising his fists into a fighting stance.

"Satoshi, since Satoru insists, I have no reason not to respond." Suguru smiled slightly, unbuttoning the top of his Jujutsu High uniform.

It seemed he was ready for battle too.

The defeat earlier had dampened their morale a bit.

It was a situation where they were sure to win.

Satoru couldn't help but feel frustrated, having been beaten once again by his younger brother.

But with his best friend at his side, his fighting spirit flared up again.

"Come on, Satoshi." Satoru laughed, showing his snow-white teeth.

Satoshi's heart was full of delight at the surprise Satoru brought him. In this tournament, his original intention was to gauge the peak combat level of modern sorcerers.

At this moment, Satoshi truly saw himself as playing the role of Sukuna, being tag-teamed in a Death and Annihilation-style trial.

If the two high school teams could really pose a threat to him here, then perhaps when Ryomen Sukuna returns in the future and he's not around, it wouldn't be such a tragic situation.

Though Satoru's earlier attack had indeed threatened him, he hadn't come just to witness his brother's growth.

He came to see Suguru, to see Shoko, and to see what kind of people made up Kyoto Jujutsu High.

Try to stay hidden and reap the benefits?

Sorry, that's not something Satoshi would ever allow!

Ten minutes ago, Satoshi might have thought it better to eliminate Satoru's group first.

After all, even with his Six Eyes activated, he couldn't detect the trio from Kyoto Jujutsu High. The fact that they could hide from his Six Eyes was proof of their ability.

Although using Satoru's group as a meat shield seemed a bit underhanded...

...

But if the Kyoto team continued to hide, then everything would become meaningless.

Through the battle with Satoru, he had deepened his control over Reiryoku and successfully comprehended a new Way of Ghost technique.

This time, it was a particularly useful Bakudō—Bakudō #58: Kakushitsuijaku (Footprint-Attentive Pursuing-Sparrows).

The effect of this Kidō was to sense spiritual pressure and track the enemy's position.

Though there was no spiritual pressure in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, the principle remained the same. Since Reiryoku and Cursed Energy serve a similar function, Kakushitsuijaku could be repurposed to track cursed energy with precision.

Unless the Kyoto team's concealment ability was extraordinarily refined—enough to completely erase their cursed energy and become like Toji with Heavenly Restriction.

In this world, only two people could completely restrain Kakushitsuijaku: Toji, who had no cursed energy, and himself.

For anyone else, once he used this Kidō, there was virtually no escape...

When he had first acquired the technique, Satoshi wondered what use something like Kakushitsuijaku could have. Now it felt like someone handing him a pillow just as he was about to sleep.

...

Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko surrounded Satoshi, fully focused on the upcoming duel.

But what surprised them was that Satoshi suddenly closed his eyes and appeared utterly relaxed.

This stunned the trio—and the audience watching through the broadcast from the Cursed Corpse live feed.

Was Satoshi being arrogant?

The match had only just begun! Although Satoshi held great prestige in the sorcerer world after destroying Sukuna's finger, Satoru had just proven he wasn't inferior and could even threaten Satoshi.

Of course, all of this was under the condition that Satoshi hadn't yet drawn his Zanpakutō, Sode no Shirayuki or Ryūjin Jakka.

If he used them, as the founder of the Zanpakutō system, he could very well establish an overwhelming advantage.

That was the opinion of many objective commentators.

However, Satoru and Suguru had many fans too. Some believed that the difference between Satoshi and the duo wasn't that wide.

Even though Satoshi had a Zanpakutō, Satoru and Suguru weren't pushovers—they had Zanpakutō as well.

Especially Satoru's, that elegant blade with dancing cherry blossom petals, was no less dazzling than Satoshi's.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Satoshi murmured to himself—

"Heart of the south, eye of the north, finger of the west, foot of the east, arrive with the wind and depart with the rain.."

At that moment, both Satoru and Suguru's pupils shrank slightly.

(To be continued.)