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

Satoshi stared curiously at the thin, egg-like membrane barrier outside the Tombs of the Star.

Then, without meaning to, he clicked his tongue in admiration.

Tengen really has some skill when it comes to barrier techniques.

Even though he could sense the Tombs of the Star inside the barrier due to his familiarity with it, entering and exiting still depended entirely on Tengen, the master of the domain.

Of course, he could force his way in using his Zanpakutō's overwhelming power—send a flying brick right through the thing—but if he did that, Tengen would absolutely blow her top.

So, Satoshi gave up on that idea.

"Hurry up already!" Tengen let out a relieved breath, rolled her eyes at Satoshi, and rushed him along.

It was clear she didn't want him lingering around the Tombs of the Star any longer.

Tengen was just as frustrated. At this point in the entire world of jujutsu, it was probably only Satoshi who could track her down.

This annoying guy.

"Let's see how you perform tomorrow."

With that, Lord Tengen waved her hand casually.

The elegant forms of the Tombs of the Star and Lord Tengen began to blur and distort, until they completely vanished from Satoshi's sight.

A dazzling light burst forth, and Satoshi instinctively shut his eyes.

When he opened them again, he had already been teleported out of the Tombs of the Star.

He glanced around at the familiar streets, then turned to look at the faint, fading outline of the Tombs of the Star behind him and fell silent.

After a long pause, he turned away and began walking toward the high school.

...

The next day, the first light of dawn crept over the horizon.

Shortly after daybreak, many idle sorcerers made their way toward the high school.

There was only one reason: today was the day of the main event of the Sister School Goodwill Event.

Not long after, several sorcerers appeared in the plaza of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

They were graduates of major jujutsu clans and the two main technical colleges.

Most had come in organized groups to support their respective teams.

Some were there to cheer for their own campuses, while others believed Satoshi had a real shot at winning—but that group was relatively small.

After all, his opponents were nothing short of monstrous.

In any case, this Sister School Goodwill Event had been hyped for a long time.

Satoshi was set to face off against the strongest duo of the younger generation.

No one could suppress their curiosity.

Of course, there were still many wild cards. The Kyoto Jujutsu High team was definitely no pushover.

There was Mei Mei, a Grade 1 sorcerer with terrifying power.

Though only a Grade 2, Iori Utahime's technique was one of the most formidable offensive support-style Cursed Techniques around.

And then there was Kamo Kenshin, the genius of the Kamo clan, long renowned abroad and considered a top-tier Special Grade candidate.

This lineup alone could have taken the championship in any of the previous Goodwill Events.

If Satoshi or the Tokyo High team underestimated them, they'd be in for a nasty surprise.

Just thinking about the battle to come made time seem to fly by.

Everyone was on edge, glancing at the contestant area again and again.

They couldn't wait. What they wanted was carnage!

Finally, the first team to draw attention stepped onto the field: the host team, Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Satoru, with his eye-catching white hair, stood front and center.

The three walked out of the contestant tunnel, all wearing the classic black technical school uniforms, confidence radiating from their faces.

The Tokyo supporters instantly erupted into cheers when they spotted Satoru and the other two.

This was their home turf, after all. And after nine years of dominance, Satoru and Suguru had built a huge following.

Among the crowd was Nanami Kento.

He had once mistakenly believed Satoru was the one who saved his life, and vowed to enroll in Tokyo Jujutsu High because of it.

Even after learning it had actually been Satoshi who saved him, his resolve hadn't changed. He was still determined to attend.

Today, he had come just to cheer them on.

The roar of the crowd was so loud it made their eardrums ache.

"Suguru, Shoko, seems like there are way more people here today," Satoru said casually, a smile on his face and his hands resting behind his head as he scanned the packed stands.

"Tch. You two just love this kind of scene, don't you?" Shoko shoved her hands into her shirt pockets, rolled her eyes at Satoru, and muttered in disdain.

"I don't. I didn't. Don't make stuff up," Suguru replied with a half-bent posture and hands in his pants pockets. "It's clearly Satoshi who gets off on this stuff."

Satoru: "?"

...

Elsewhere, a luxurious viewing platform with the best vantage point was already filled.

Those seated here were high-ranking figures in the jujutsu world.

Among them was Yaga Masamichi, a teacher at Tokyo Technical College.

He immediately spotted the trio from Tokyo.

Seeing their delinquent-like appearances, Yaga's face darkened. "Even if they are the strongest group at the school, I still feel like they're all just a bunch of problem children…"

Standing beside him was none other than Yuki, the Kyoto Jujutsu High teacher.

Today, Yuki wore a sleek, sleeveless black sweater. Her long golden hair flowed freely behind her. Her fair skin gleamed like jade, and her star-like eyes gave off a natural allure.

She drew plenty of attention.

But Yuki couldn't care less.

Even when the Tokyo team walked out, she didn't spare them a glance.

Arms folded, head tilted, she stared out the platform's window in boredom.

No one knew what she was thinking…

Soon, footsteps echoed from the opposite contestant tunnel.

One set was heavy, as if wearing combat boots, while the other two were much lighter.

Those familiar with the lineup instantly guessed—it had to be the Kyoto Jujutsu High team.

And a moment later, their guess was confirmed.

The contestants from Kyoto Jujutsu High entered the plaza through the tunnel.

Graduates of the Kyoto school erupted into cheers at the sight.

Though Kyoto's influence in the Kanto region was relatively small, it was by no means insignificant.

Put simply, they were a powerhouse, just not the dominant one here.

Leading the team was Kamo Kenshin, a third-year student.

Even if he wasn't as striking as the Gojo brothers, his looks were certainly above average. He was tall, with long black hair tied in a high ponytail streaked with white. He carried himself with the refined bearing of a noble.

Maybe due to his life experiences, his brown-grey eyes held a steady clarity, like rippling water that drew people in.

(To be continued.)

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