"Then it seems there's only one fight left. Beat me, and you'll get your things back," Shiro Sakamaki said with a relaxed tone, twisting his neck as if he were just warming up. "I was just getting started. Come on, let's work up a sweat."
Gojo Satoru let out a helpless sigh. "Looks like there's no other way. I really do live a hard life."
As he spoke, he slowly removed the black blindfold from his face. His snow-white hair spilled down freely, and as his pale lashes fluttered, his piercing sky-blue eyes were revealed—eyes that seemed to reflect the entire heavens.
Knowing full well that his destructive capabilities weren't on par with Shiro's, Gojo decided to strike first. The moment Shiro locked eyes with him, Gojo vanished.
In the next instant, Gojo reappeared in front of him and struck Shiro clean in the abdomen. A flash of black light erupted as Shiro was launched backward, smashing into the ground and leaving a crater behind.
But Gojo didn't gloat. He felt it the moment his palm landed—it was like striking solid steel. A jarring shock surged up his arm, numbing his hand. Even when hammering the mechanical monster, he hadn't felt such resistance.
Not far away, Kana's expression suddenly shifted at the sound of impact. Her mouth crackled with purple lightning, ready to strike. Though her time with Shiro had been brief, she already felt deeply bonded with him.
Shiro quickly sent her a sharp glance, silently signaling her not to interfere. At the same time, he tossed her the gear that pulsed strangely in his pocket.
"Kanna-chan, hold onto this for me while I stretch my legs."
Without hesitation, Kanna reached out her dragon claws and gripped the gear, securing it with her strength.
Shiro rose from the crater just as Gojo charged again, but paused mid-attack, catching Kangna's tense posture. Seeing Shiro wave her off, Gojo resumed, and the two clashed at full force.
Shiro threw a punch, the wind howling with its power. Gojo saw it coming and tilted his head to dodge, raising a hand for a counterstrike—only to catch the curve of Shiro's smirk.
A sense of unease hit him.
In that moment, thunder boomed as a bolt of lightning split the sky, striking down like divine judgment. The explosion churned up the earth, but Gojo blocked it with ease.
Had it not been for his Limitless technique, and that strike hit squarely, it would've been devastating.
Before he could refocus, a wave of shadow erupted beneath him. Sixteen spears shot upward like predators in the dark, slicing through space itself.
Simultaneously, Shiro clapped his hands—the alchemical circuitry beneath Gojo's feet flared, collapsing the ground below.
Caught off-balance, Gojo couldn't dodge. The spears raced toward him.
Sensing the danger, Gojo's voice rang out—
"Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void!"
The world twisted.
Color drained away, replaced by monochrome nothingness. In the center, a black hole-like sphere pulsed, drawing in thought, time, and perception.
A flood of infinite information assaulted Shiro's mind. He felt his body freeze, overloaded by pure awareness.
This was Gojo's domain—a place of immeasurable knowledge where time stands still, yet the mind is forced to observe everything.
A cruel paradox: all-seeing, yet paralyzed.
But Shiro wasn't helpless. He had two ways to break free.
One was activating Absolute Reason, shielding his mind from sensory overflow. The other…
Gojo was just about to declare his victory when a deep, cold voice echoed across the void:
"Domain Expansion: Sea of Roaring Thunder!"
Instead of resisting, Shiro countered with a domain of his own.
To him, battling in an ultra-rational state lacked thrill. He chose to meet Gojo head-on.
A massive surge of power erupted outward, tearing through Gojo's domain. For a split second, the two realities clashed.
Shiro's domain swallowed everything in an ocean of darkness—true darkness that even light couldn't penetrate.
The air crackled with tension. Though Kanna and the others were pulled into its radius, they remained unharmed. Everything was under his control.
Sensing danger, Kanna flew upward, carrying Misaki, Sayuri, and Eriri out of reach, her instincts screaming despite knowing Shiro wouldn't harm them.
In the suffocating dark, Gojo's exceptional perception faltered. Then came the thunder—low, rolling rumbles that grew louder, until the entire world seemed to tremble with each crash.
Waves surged around them, not of water, but raw, primal lightning.
Gojo had to use spiritual energy to protect his ears from the deafening roar.
Then, slicing through the pitch black, a jagged arc of pure white lightning ripped across the horizon, cutting straight through his field of vision like a divine sword.
The battle had just shifted.
And for the first time, Gojo Satoru didn't smile.
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