Gojo was brooding again.
What else was there to do? He had searched high and low, and still, there were no answers. No cursed spirits to exorcise, no masterminds to face. The weirwood trees continued to resist his every attempt at destruction. What was he even supposed to do at this point?
He couldn't remain in the lands beyond the Wall forever. Not with the White Walker shikigami spawning in the trees. Gojo knew how quickly his strength could fade—he had learned that lesson all too well during his battle with Toji Fushiguro. If he stayed here too long, he would grow weak. And weakness wasn't something Gojo was willing to accept.
He needed new leads. A new idea. Anything.
His mind wandered again, but this time, there was a shift. A subtle change in the air. A faint presence of cursed energy. It was distant, but unmistakable. Gojo's senses sharpened.
A crow.
Gojo's eyes narrowed. Black bird manipulation. It was something familiar to him. Mei Mei had used a similar technique in the past, and it was a power that never failed to pique his interest. The cursed energy surrounding the crow was distinct—like a signature. It had to be controlled by someone.
Without a moment's hesitation, Gojo reached into his pouch and pulled out a stone infused with cursed energy. He threw it with precision, aiming for the crow's heart. The stone hit its mark, and the crow fell to the ground, lifeless.
A small smile curled on Gojo's lips.
Now he had a lead.
He could track down the crow's master. And once he did, he would make them talk. No more guessing. No more waiting. Gojo would tear the answers from whoever was behind all of this madness. It would be a simple task—just find the one controlling the crow and extract the information he needed. He had no time to waste.
But then, a cold sensation washed over him.
Ten of them.
Gojo's smile faded as he felt the presence of the White Walker shikigami rising from the cursed energy. Ten of them, summoned at once. They were small fry, Gojo thought dismissively. Nothing he couldn't handle.
But there was something else. Something deeper in the air. The summoning felt different. Like a ritual was taking place.
Gojo's eyes flicked to the horizon. It didn't matter who or what was summoning them—he was done waiting. He would deal with these shikigami, find the source of this cursed energy, and put an end to it.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Gojo summoned his cursed energy, ready to face the White Walker shikigami. His smile returned, cold and confident. He would tear through them and find the answers. No more hesitation.
The cursed ritual would end here.
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