Toji clenched his teeth, his hand tightening around the hilt of the blade hard enough to whiten his knuckles. "You're talkin' a lot for someone who was bleeding out on the floor just minutes ago, brat."
"Maybe I am. It's just... I've never felt so alive before," Gojo replied, lifting his head. "Now, I hope you're ready, because I'll only kill you once I'm... satisfied."
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'I already killed you once.' Toji planted his feet firmly on the ground as he adjusted his grip on the Inverted Spear of Heaven. "This will be a separate job."
With those words, Toji launched himself forward, the force of his movement shattering the pavement in a cloud of dust and debris.
The world around him became a blur, pure speed making the air scream in his ears. He was a predator in motion, and the Inverted Spear carved through the space ahead with deadly precision, aimed straight at Gojo's heart.
Satoru tilted his body to the side at the very last millisecond. The blade passed inches from his chest, close enough to tear a few threads from his clothing.
Toji didn't stop. He spun his body in a fluid motion, the Spear tracing an upward arc toward Gojo's neck. The attack was so fast it looked more like a silver blur than a physical weapon.
The bounty hunter felt the blood pounding in his veins, instinct honed sharp guiding every strike. He didn't need cursed energy — his body was the weapon, trained to the limits of human perfection. Every blow was calculated, yet feral, like a tiger ripping into its prey.
Satoru, however, moved as if he were dancing. He ducked his head, the blade passing so close it sliced the tip of a strand of hair. With a sidestep, he dodged another strike, his body flowing like water, always one step ahead.
'How did he get so fast!' Toji roared in his mind, frustration mounting as he unleashed an unforgiving flurry of blows. The Spear traced deadly arcs, each attack faster and more precise than the last — yet all found only empty space. 'Change of plans.'
Seeing his strikes failing, Toji stomped down with brutal force, shattering the asphalt beneath him, the ground erupting in a spray of jagged fragments.
Spinning his body hard, Toji swept the air with his leg, hurling the debris toward Gojo like a concrete machine gun. 'While you activate the Infinity and think I'll come at you head-on again, I—'
Moving at high speed, Toji slipped around the debris, the Inverted Spear ready to pierce Gojo's flank. But when he reached the boy's blind spot, he froze. Gojo wasn't there.
"This time, my eyes are fixed on you," a cold, sharp voice spoke behind him.
Toji reacted purely on instinct, swinging the Spear in a strike, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp hiss. But once again, it met only nothing.
"Black Flash."
Before he could process it, a tremendous impact struck his right rib, the force pushing him back a few centimeters. 'Ugh!' The pain came right after, but it was nothing Toji couldn't endure. What truly unsettled him was the laughter that followed.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Gojo's laugh was pure ecstasy — a mix of triumph and something almost manic.
The dopamine spike, the overwhelming sensation of finally grasping the world around him, fused with the rush of unleashing a Black Flash.
For Satoru Gojo, that moment was more than a fight — it was transcendence. He felt every fiber of his being vibrate, as if he had broken the chains that bound him and touched the divine.
'I want more!' Satoru thought as he charged at Toji. 'Black Flash!'
BAM!
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