Chapter 57: Yasaka Magatama
Was he enduring extreme pain every day, swallowing those filthy things, just to protect such humans, all so that this scum could continue to release their malice safely and wantonly?
What is the point of this endless cycle?
"Hey! What are you looking at? Want to meddle in other people's business?"
A thug noticed Geto Suguru at the alley entrance, glared at him viciously, and brandished the stick in his hand.
Geto Suguru did not move.
His eyes grew cold bit by bit, until the last trace of warmth vanished.
The habitual, gentle mask on his face shattered completely, leaving only frozen indifference and deep disgust.
He didn't even use Cursed Energy; he just strode forward.
Seeing that he actually dared to approach, the thugs cursed and rushed at him.
The next second, the crisp sound of breaking bones and shrill screams echoed through the alley.
Geto Suguru expressionlessly flexed his wrists, while at his feet lay several limp, twisted, unconscious bodies.
He was very measured in his strikes, causing them pain without being lethal.
He walked over to the terrified middle school student, picked up the wallet from the ground, and handed it back to him.
The middle school student took the wallet with trembling hands, tears still hanging on his face, and stammered his thanks: "Th-thank you..."
Geto Suguru looked at him, at this face belonging to the weak, but his heart could no longer ripple; there was only endless exhaustion and emptiness.
"Go."
His voice was dry and hoarse.
The middle school student scrambled away as fast as he could.
Geto Suguru stood in place; the sunlight shone on him through the narrow alley entrance, but it couldn't dispel the bone-chilling cold.
He looked down at his hands—hands that could exorcise Cursed Spirits and just as easily break human bones.
Protection? Meaning?
He scoffed, his laughter filled with self-mockery and despair.
The sea off Okinawa was eerily calm, forming a stark contrast to the devastation left behind by Typhoon "Storm God" as it passed through.
The sun scorched the sea surface intensely, steaming up misty water vapor, yet it could not dispel the heavy and violent Cursed Energy residue lingering in the air.
Toho Hiroshi and Satoru Gojo hovered high in the sky; the Six Eyes and the Sharingan locked onto the source of the Cursed Energy almost simultaneously.
Below, the originally azure seawater had become murky, and a massive Uzumaki composed of seawater and violent air currents slowly rotated.
In the center of the Uzumaki, a massive, indistinct silhouette could be vaguely seen, constantly roaring and struggling.
It had no fixed form, sometimes resembling a twisted tornado, other times transforming into the face of a hideous beast, exuding a heart-stopping aura akin to a natural disaster.
Special Grade Cursed Spirit — "Wild Storm," born from people's fear and sense of powerlessness regarding typhoons.
"Whoa, that's a big one."
Satoru Gojo whistled, the Six Eyes beneath his sunglasses flashing with excited analytical light. "The energy structure is quite interesting; it's composed purely of nature's fury and human fear. It's a bit cleaner than those slimy vengeful spirits."
Toho Hiroshi's Sharingan rotated slowly, capturing the constantly gathering and dispersing energy flow at the core of "Wild Storm." "Its core is unstable, but it's constantly absorbing energy from the atmosphere to repair itself. If we drag this out, the range will only get larger."
"Then let's finish this quickly~"
Satoru Gojo grinned, pale blue Cursed Energy bursting from his body. "Domain Amplification..."
Before he could finish, the "Wild Storm" below seemed to perceive a fatal threat, emitting a screech that tore through the sky as its massive body suddenly exploded.
It wasn't a self-destruction, but rather it transformed into thousands of razor-sharp, lethal torrents composed of high-pressure wind blades, surging upwards like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, instantly covering the entire airspace.
Each attack contained the terrifying power of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, enough to easily tear through steel.
"Hey, hey, that's a bit too enthusiastic for a greeting!"
Satoru Gojo exclaimed, yet he showed no sign of panic.
The [Limitless] silently activated.
All the wind blades and water arrows approaching within a certain range of his body had their speed infinitely slowed, eventually becoming trapped as if in an invisible quagmire, freezing in mid-air to form a strange and spectacular scene.
"Returning these to you!"
Satoru Gojo waved his hand casually, and the massive repulsive force of [Red] erupted. Those frozen attacks returned along their original paths at an even more violent speed, colliding with the subsequent incoming torrents and exploding into countless chaotic fireworks of energy in the sky.
Meanwhile, Toho Hiroshi's figure flickered like a ghost amidst the airtight attacks.
[Kamui] intangibility allowed him to ignore physical impacts, and occasionally, he would precisely slash them apart with the [scarlet blade] in his hand, causing them to disperse into Cursed Energy particles.
He did not stay in one place to defend; instead, he continuously used Kamui to perform short-range space jumps, rapidly approaching an energy convergence point that "Wild Storm" had temporarily exposed while launching its attack.
That was perhaps a weakness or its core.
"Satoru, lower left, that rotating airflow node."
Toho Hiroshi's cool, calm voice was transmitted via Cursed Energy.
"Understood!"
Satoru Gojo laughed in agreement, clasped his hands together, and the ultimate suction force of [Blue] instantly acted upon the position indicated by Toho Hiroshi.
The seawater and air in that area were frantically compressed and pulled. "Wild Storm," which was in the process of re-condensing its form, let out a painful roar, its massive body involuntarily dragged toward that point, its movements clearly distorted and sluggish.
The red light in Toho Hiroshi's Mangekyo Sharingan surged violently.
After three years of continuous tempering and realization, the Reverse Cursed Technique had long since become a passive, deeply instinctual restorative power, operating as naturally as breathing, constantly nourishing his body and eyes, and completely smoothing out all minute damage from using the Mangekyo the moment it was produced.
At this moment, under the combined effect of this extreme energy output and perfect restorative power, he felt an unprecedented, scorching throb deep within his eyes, as if some deeper shackle was loosening; the world in his field of vision became clearer, and the trajectories of energy flow became nearly transparent.
But he had no time to delve into this strange sensation; his combat instincts drove him.
"Susanoo: Second Form!"
Following his cold, low shout, Cursed Energy burning with a dark purple, ghostly light soared into the sky, rapidly constructing a half-body giant filled with flesh and meridian tissues.
One of the giant hands of the Susanoo in its Second Form suddenly raised; within its palm, highly concentrated Cursed Energy and Dōjutsu Power intertwined, condensing into three massive Magatama-shaped energy entities—Yasaka Magatama!
These three Magatama displayed a color interwoven with dark purple and scarlet, with ominous black flames burning at their edges, containing within them a destructive energy capable of tearing the sky apart and evaporating the ocean.
"Wild Storm," held fast by [Blue], seemed to perceive the arrival of doom, emitting a desperate and frenzied roar. It struggled with all its might, drawing seawater from several miles around to surge into the sky, transforming into countless massive water tornadoes in an attempt to make a final stand.
"Be annihilated."
Toho Hiroshi's gaze was icy as the Susanoo's arm swung out violently.
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