After returning home, Gojo slipped back into his routine without a single change. Like every other day, his life followed a rhythm of quiet discipline—eat lunch, take a short nap, wake up, practice swordsmanship until dusk, move on to physical exercises, and then, when the night grew silent, train his control over Limitless. Day by day, his strength, precision, and understanding of his Devil Fruit powers deepened.
Time flowed swiftly, and before he realized it, a full month had passed.
Now, on this particular night, Gojo stood in the center of his small hall. The only source of light came from a paper lantern flickering on the table and the silver glow of the moon streaming through the window. In his hand, he held a sack filled with dirt and small pebbles.
Without hesitation, Gojo threw the sack upward. As it spun in the air, its mouth opened, and a cloud of sand and dust rained down, scattering across the floor.
The moment the particles began to fall, Gojo activated Limitless. The air around him shimmered faintly—an invisible field separating him from the world. Within that barrier, silence reigned. He could feel nothing. No sound, no wind, no warmth. Even the air refused to touch him.
Alright… let's begin.
He focused, adjusting the space surrounding him—layer by delicate layer—until the barrier began to thin and respond to his will. A grain of dust brushed against his cheek. Then another. And another. But when the heavier pebbles descended, they stopped abruptly in midair, frozen a few inches from his body, repelled by the barrier.
Gojo's eyes widened slightly. He released the technique and, in one fluid motion, jumped high into the air, punching his fist upward. "Yes!" he shouted, a grin breaking across his face.
For the first time since he had begun training this technique forty days ago, he had achieved complete selective control over Limitless. Now, he could allow or deny contact at will—choosing what could touch his body and what couldn't. The sand had passed through, but the pebbles had been stopped cold.
This was the breakthrough he had been chasing.
More importantly, Gojo no longer had to fear suffocating within his own barrier. Before, when he used Limitless, even air could not pass through unless he released the technique, forcing him to stop after a short while. But now, he could permit air to flow freely, allowing himself to breathe naturally while still keeping the protection of Limitless active.
He exhaled slowly, letting the satisfaction wash over him. Forty days, he thought, and it finally paid off.
Gojo walked to the window and pushed it open. A cool night breeze drifted in, brushing against his face. He gazed up at the moon—large and luminous in the dark sky. His Six Eyes shimmered faintly in the moonlight, reflecting the stars above.
He had kept the blindfold off these past days during training. After all, mastering Limitless required precision, and that precision demanded the clarity of his Six Eyes. Still, unlike before, his vision didn't overwhelm him as much now. The dizzying flood of information had become something he could handle—barely, but steadily.
In the beginning, he could keep his Six Eyes open for only half an hour before exhaustion struck. Now, he could maintain them for almost an hour and a half. It wasn't a massive improvement in numbers, but the difference in control was immense. His stamina had also increased significantly over the past forty days, strengthening both body and mind.
Gojo stood quietly by the window, watching the pale light spill across the rooftops. The night was peaceful, yet his thoughts wandered to practical matters.
"From tomorrow," he murmured to himself, "I'll have to start hunting. My funds are completely gone."
According to his earlier estimates, the money he had brought should have lasted two full months, covering both his rent and the dojo fees. But he had overlooked one crucial detail—his growing appetite. As his strength grew, so did his body's demand for food.
He sighed softly. "I should've known better. That was careless of me."
Gojo chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. The faint breeze ruffled his white hair as he looked up once more at the moon. Its soft glow reflected in his eyes, making them gleam like fragments of starlight.
Tomorrow would mark the beginning of a new phase—one where training and survival would walk hand in hand.
After calculating everything carefully, Gojo was now left with barely three days' worth of money to sustain himself. Standing by the window, he exhaled softly, watching the cool night breeze stir the curtains. He murmured, "It'll be a new experience for me… hopefully, a fun one too."
After saying this, he quietly closed the window and turned toward the kitchen. The faint creak of the wooden floor followed him as he walked. He prepared a simple dinner—just rice, meat stew, and tea—and ate slowly, his expression calm, almost meditative. After finishing, he cleaned up his dishes, set his sword by the wall near his bed, and finally lay down to sleep.
Within ten minutes, Gojo was already asleep. His body had grown accustomed to fatigue and discipline; sleep came easily now. Even with his extraordinary perception always active—an ability that once made rest nearly impossible—he had learned to live with it. The faint flow of awareness never truly left him; even in dreams, he could sense everything within a certain distance.
It had once been suffocating to feel the constant pulse of movement around him—the faint shifting of air, the quiet hum of insects, even the heartbeat of small animals outside his walls. But now, he treated it as a form of protection. His perception no longer disturbed his sleep; it guarded it. No one could ever sneak up on him—not even in his most vulnerable moments.
When dawn arrived, the first light of the sun filtered through the window, casting a golden glow across the room. Gojo rose silently, his blindfold already tied neatly across his eyes, the familiar weight of it resting lightly on his face. He stretched, took a deep breath, and prepared a quick breakfast before heading out.
After finishing, he strapped his sword to his side and stepped out of the house. The village was just beginning to awaken—smoke rising from chimneys, the faint chatter of merchants setting up stalls. The morning air was crisp, and Gojo's white hair shimmered faintly beneath the early light.
He walked toward Rick's house. When he reached it, he knocked gently on the door. After a few moments, it opened, revealing Rick's wife. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise upon seeing Gojo standing there so early, dressed in his usual clean clothes, and with his sword hanging at his side.
"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" she asked with curiosity, a hint of concern softening her tone. "And that too with a sword in your hand… are you going somewhere?"
Gojo smiled faintly beneath his blindfold and replied, "Yes. I'm heading out to hunt in the forest today. I came to give you the keys to my house so I don't have to worry about losing them while I'm out there. If I drop them during the hunt, I'll just have to break my own lock later, and that's more trouble than it's worth."
Rick's wife chuckled lightly at his calm reasoning and nodded as she accepted the keys. "You're right about that," she said. Then, her expression softened with worry. "But still, take care of yourself, alright? The forest isn't as gentle as it looks from here."
Gojo inclined his head slightly, a confident smile on his lips. "Don't worry," he said calmly. "Nothing will happen to me. I've been training for this moment for more than a month now."
Rick's wife hesitated for a moment, then nodded, still looking a little concerned. "Then go on," she said. "And may your hunt be successful."
"Thank you," Gojo said, turning away.
With that, he walked down the quiet path toward the village gate. Beyond the gate, a narrow trail wound its way into the dense forest—a trail often used by local hunters. Morning dew still clung to the grass, and the faint sound of birds echoed through the trees.
Gojo adjusted his blindfold slightly and stepped into the forest. As soon as he did, he expanded his perception outward. Within moments, the entire world around him came alive in his mind—every rustle of leaves, every subtle shift of movement. Within a range of nearly five to six hundred meters, nothing escaped his awareness.
He moved quietly, his footsteps soundless against the earth. For nearly half an hour, he walked through the forest, occasionally sensing small animals—rabbits, birds, and other creatures—but he ignored them. His purpose today wasn't small prey.
He wanted something bigger—something that would truly test his strength and skill while also bringing him a lot of money. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword as he moved deeper into the woods, eyes hidden but awareness sharper than any sight.
A faint smile curved his lips. Let's see what the forest has to offer.
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