The air crackled with raw energy as Yuto and Gojo faced off, the ground beneath them a jagged mess of craters and shattered stone from their earlier clashes. Dust hung thick, swirling in the faint golden haze filtering through Tokyo Jutsu High's battered courtyard, casting an eerie glow over the scene.
Yuto's chest heaved, his eyes burned with unshakable resolve. Across from him, Gojo stood tall, his sharp blue Six Eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and focus, tracking every flicker of movement.
"You're still standing, huh?" Gojo said, his voice light but carrying a razor's edge. "Guess I underestimated you a little, Yuto-kun. Let's kick this up a notch." He snapped his fingers, and the air warped as multiple [Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue] orbs flared to life around Yuto. Each one pulsed with gravitational fury, tugging at him like invisible hands clawing to rip him apart.
Yuto gritted his teeth, muscles straining against the relentless pull. He wasn't about to let Gojo pin him down. With a surge of [Mana Burst A], magical energy exploded from him in a brilliant flare, shattering the orbs' grasp. He hit the ground running, hands flashing as he summoned a storm of projected swords—each blade sharp and gleaming with magical intent. They streaked toward Gojo like a hail of deadly comets, only to slow and hang uselessly in midair, caught in the infinite void of [Limitless].
Gojo smirked, brushing an imaginary speck off his sleeve. "Nice try, but you're gonna have to try harder than that." His tone was taunting, daring Yuto to push past the impossible.
Yuto's mind raced, his [Eye of Karma] flickering to life. The world sharpened into focus, Gojo's karmic threads shimmering faintly before him—lines of fate and cursed energy woven tight around the sorcerer's untouchable aura. There it was: a tiny waver in the flow of [Limitless], a crack in the armor. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He just needed the right weapon to exploit it.
He clenched his fist, magic surging as he projected a spear into existence—not a weapon of certain death, but one of precise disruption: [Gae Dearg], the Crimson Rose of Exorcism. Its crimson blade gleamed with anti-magic power, capable of piercing through enchantments and severing the flow of magical energy. "Let's cut through that infinity," Yuto muttered, darting forward.
He feinted with a barrage of projected swords, forcing Gojo to lean heavily on [Limitless]. Then, at the precise moment the weakness flickered, Yuto hurled [Gae Dearg] straight at the vulnerable point. Gojo's Six Eyes caught the motion, and he raised a hand, [Cursed Technique Reversal: Red] bursting forth in a violent wave of repulsive force. But [Gae Dearg] wasn't an ordinary spear—its anti-magic edge slipped through the infinite space, disrupting the cursed energy sustaining [Limitless]. For a split second, the barrier faltered.
Seizing the opening, Yuto summoned [Excalibur], the holy sword blazing with radiant light. With a roar, he swung it down, unleashing a torrent of energy that crashed into Gojo before his defenses could fully recover. The impact sent Gojo staggering back, a shallow cut opening across his shoulder, blood seeping through his uniform. He quickly regained his footing, a fierce grin spreading across his face.
"Not bad," Gojo said, wiping the blood with his hand. "You scratched me. But playtime's over." He clasped his hands, and the air grew heavy, bending under an unseen weight. "[Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void]!"
The world twisted, and Yuto was plunged into an endless abyss. Infinite information flooded his senses—colors bleeding into shapes, sounds crashing like waves, a relentless tide threatening to shatter his mind. He staggered, vision swimming, but he refused to buckle. With a surge of will, he activated [Territory Creation A]. A faint shimmer rippled outward, carving a small pocket of space around him—a forge born of magic, a sanctuary against the overwhelming void.
Inside this bubble, the noise dulled, and Yuto could breathe again. Flames roared to life around him as [Flame EX] ignited. The heat was searing, a furnace of his own making, and within it, he began to forge.
"This ends now," he said, voice steady as he poured everything into his next projection. The fire danced, shaping a blade unlike any other—[Tsumukari Muramasa], the ultimate sword said to cut through bonds, fate, causality, and karma itself. Its edge gleamed with a dark, hungry light, and Yuto gripped it tight, feeling its strain tug at his life force. His [Red Dragon Heart] and [Dual Heroic Spirit Physique Correction] bolstered him, but the cost was palpable.
Gojo, sensing the threat, shouted, "[Hollow Purple]!" Blue and red fused into a violet torrent of destruction, surging toward Yuto. Time slowed as Yuto swung [Tsumukari Muramasa], its blade meeting [Hollow Purple] head-on. The sword didn't just clash—it severed, cutting through the cursed energy and disrupting its existence. A blinding flash erupted, a roar shaking the earth as the domain shattered into fragments. Both fighters were hurled back, the ground splitting beneath them.
Yuto stumbled, his body in pain. The strain of wielding [Tsumukari Muramasa] gnawed at him, his vision blurring, but he forced himself to his knees. Across the ruined courtyard, Gojo staggered, his [Limitless] flickering erratically. The sword's power had breached his infinity, leaving a deep gash across his chest, muscles and bones visible. Blood dripped onto the broken stone.
Gojo's eyes widened, a rare flicker of shock crossing his face, but he wasn't finished. With a snarl, he summoned [Cursed Technique Amplification: Blue], the gravitational force yanking Yuto toward him. Yuto countered with [Mana Burst A], breaking free and lunging forward, [Tsumukari Muramasa] still pulsing in his grip. He swung again, the blade carving a second slash across Gojo's abdomen.
Gojo gasped, blood spraying as he stumbled back. Desperate, he tried to activate [Unlimited Void] once more, but Yuto pressed the attack. Dropping the fading [Tsumukari Muramasa], he projected [Excalibur], the holy sword blazing with radiant light. With a final surge of strength, he swung it down, unleashing a torrent of holy energy that overwhelmed Gojo's faltering domain. The blast sent Gojo crashing to the ground, his body slamming into the dirt with a heavy thud.
The dust settled, and Yuto stood. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body on the verge of collapse, but he remained upright. Before him, Gojo lay battered on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, his Six Eyes dim with exhaustion. He was alive, but barely conscious, his chest rising and falling weakly.
The onlookers below stared in stunned silence. Miwa's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. "He… he won," she whispered, barely able to process it. Mai and Momo exchanged glances, their usual banter forgotten. Even Principal Yaga's scowl softened into something like awe.
Gojo coughed, a weak laugh escaping his lips as he looked up at Yuto. "Well, damn," he rasped, a pained grin tugging at his mouth. "You actually did it. Guess I owe you one." His voice was rough, but there was respect in it—a rare concession from the strongest sorcerer.
Yuto nodded. "Told you," he said, voice hoarse. He steadied himself, standing tall over the fallen Gojo, the victor of a battle that had pushed them both to their limits.
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