Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

Outside the forge, two figures, one tall, one small, stood silently at the far end of the corridor. Neither moved, their expressions were complicated.

"Clan head, is Satoshi right? Are the Six Eyes truly invincible?"

Hearing the boy's question, the old man sighed. He reached out, gently ruffling Satoru's pure white hair before shaking his head.

"I never expected Satoshi to have such a deep understanding of the world of sorcery."

A hint of regret flickered in his eyes.

"It's a pity Satoshi lacks talent in jujutsu. With his insight, he could've guided the Gojo Clan to even greater heights…"

Satoru looked up at the old man beside him, his bright blue eyes filled with curiosity.

"Clan head, even if Satoshi doesn't have Cursed Energy, he'll still become someone extraordinary in the world of sorcery!"

His voice was firm, unwavering.

"If Satoshi is willing to take over the Gojo Clan, I'll help him manage it. No matter what, I won't let him bear that burden alone!"

Satoru felt his brother's love and care for him. At the same time, guilt gnawed at him, guilt over Satoshi's situation. It was this guilt that made him willing to give his brother everything he had.

The old man stared at Satoru in stunned silence, then sighed, a trace of warmth flashing across his face.

"Satoru, being the clan head isn't easy. If you truly care about Satoshi, then you should bear that pressure yourself. Perhaps, once you stand in that position, you'll find a way to change his fate."

Regret filled his voice as he spoke of Satoshi.

He had brought Satoru to the forge today for two reasons.

One was to visit Satoshi, it had been a long time since the two brothers had seen each other.

The other was to test Satoru's compatibility with a Grade 1 Cursed Tool. If possible, he intended to equip Satoru with the katana Yoru.

However, what he hadn't expected… was for Shunichi to show up and express such hostility toward Satoshi.

"I won't allow Shunichi to remain your bodyguard any longer," the old man declared.

"Understood, Clan head."

Satoru's expression turned as cold as his brother's.

If the clan head didn't punish Shunichi, then he himself would.

Because in what world, in what universe, could his brother be called a waste?

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Inside the forge, Shunichi's face twisted in anger at Satoshi's scathing words.

He wanted to argue back, but he had no ground to stand on. So instead, he redirected his frustration toward Gojo Takuya.

"Young master Satoru will carve his own future!" Shunichi scoffed. "But tell me, was I wrong?"

"Does Gojo Takuya really have the talent to train an apprentice?"

"He claimed this weapon was a cursed tool that you forged!" Shunichi sneered, turning his mocking gaze back to Satoshi.

"You expect me to believe that? You can't even tell the difference between a cursed tool and an ordinary blade! Face it, Gojo Takuya, you're getting old. Your eyesight must be failing you."

Shunichi's taunts only made Satoshi's expression grow colder.

"Who told you this isn't a cursed tool?" Satoshi asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Shunichi let out a derisive laugh. "I figured it out myself! This weapon doesn't contain even a shred of Cursed Energy. How could it possibly be a cursed tool?"

"I can't sense a single trace of cursed energy or jujutsu from this thing. It's just a regular sword."

He spoke with full confidence.

But to his shock, Satoshi didn't even flinch.

Instead, he sneered.

Then, shaking his head, Satoshi looked at Shunichi like he was a clueless child.

You seriously think you're qualified to judge cursed tools?

You should try seeing Zenin Toji's special-grade weapons first," he said coolly. "Then come back and tell me what you think you know.

Without another word, Satoshi stretched out his right hand.

"Give it to me."

Shunichi frowned.

"Let's have a duel," Satoshi said, his tone unwavering. "Your cursed tool is a katana too, right?"

"Let's see whose weapon is truly superior."

For the first time, a flicker of unease flashed through Gojo Shunichi's eyes.

Something felt off.

Why was Satoshi so confident?

Could this sword actually be a cursed tool?

But even if it was, so what?

Satoshi didn't even have Cursed Energy.

What could he possibly do, even with a cursed weapon in his hands?

Shunichi wanted to take up Satoshi's challenge. He wanted to put this insolent brat in his place.

But deep down… he hesitated.

Striking a direct descendant of the Gojo Clan came with consequences.

As if sensing his reluctance, Satoshi smirked.

"It's fine, Uncle Shunichi. Let's make a bet."

Gojo Takuya's brows furrowed at those words.

"Master Takuya can be the witness," Satoshi continued.

"If the sword I forged is stronger than yours, you'll step down from your position and apologize to Master Takuya. Every time you see him in the future, you will keep your distance."

"But if I lose…"

Satoshi paused, his smirk widening.

"I'll never approach Satoru again. Not even once."

Shunichi's eyes widened slightly.

"How about it?" Satoshi tilted his head. "Haven't you always worried about the 'Twin Curse'?"

"If I stop interacting with Satoru, that should put your mind at ease, right?"

His voice was lighthearted. Almost playful.

But that mocking smile on his face, that was the final straw.

"Satoshi, you—!"

Takuya's expression changed.

He had always told Satoshi not to compare himself to Satoru.

But that didn't mean he wanted the brothers to become estranged.

And the stakes of this bet…

They were far too unbalanced.

Takuya opened his mouth to stop him, but Satoshi cut him off with a sharp look.

"Master Takuya, you're just here to be the witness," Satoshi said firmly.

"Now then, Uncle Shunichi…" He met Shunichi's eyes, full of confidence.

"Are you scared?"

Shunichi clenched his fists.

A direct descendant of the Gojo Clan… looking down on him like this?

Unforgivable.

For the Gojo Clan… for Master Satoru's future.

Even if I must offend a member of the main family, I accept the consequences.

"Fine," Shunichi spat through gritted teeth.

"I accept your bet, Young master Satoshi."

His fingers curled around the hilt of his own katana, his trusted Cursed Tool, Cicada Cry.

Victory was already his.

Because no matter what Satoshi thought he had.

A man with no Cursed Energy could never defeat him.