Chapter 40: The Awakened Gojo Satoru
Not killing Fushiguro Toji was naturally not out of mercy.
Toho Hiroshi had no good feelings for the tyrant of heaven who had nearly killed Gojo Satoru and severely wounded himself.
But he thought of that quiet, stubborn-eyed urchin-haired boy—Fushiguro Megumi.
That child, though he claimed to hate his father, might not be without a glimmer of longing deep in his heart.
Killing his own father would be too cruel for that child, even if that father was so deplorable.
More importantly, Fushiguro Toji was an incredibly sharp blade. A blade that, if properly wielded, could be aimed at any enemy.
His combat experience and talent were top-tier, scarce resources in the Jujutsu World.
Death, for him, was both a release and a waste.
And Kamui Space was the best cage. There, the severely injured Fushiguro Toji could not cause any trouble.
How to deal with him could be decided later.
Currently, the most important thing was Riko and Geto.
Toho Hiroshi suppressed his surging blood and Cursed Energy, and his perception quickly spread out.
His Sharingan penetrated through layers of wooden structures and soon locked onto two rapidly moving Cursed Energy sources: one was Geto Suguru, and the other was Amanai Riko.
Their breathing was somewhat hurried, but they didn't seem injured, nor were there any signs of pursuit.
It seemed Geto Suguru had successfully shaken off any potential ambushes and was taking Riko to a safe place.
Toho Hiroshi gently helped up the unconscious Kuroi Misato, condensing a trace of soft Reverse Cursed Technique Cursed Energy at his fingertips and slowly injecting it into the back of her neck.
A moment later, Kuroi Misato's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she let out a low moan, gradually regaining consciousness.
She opened her eyes blankly, first seeing Toho Hiroshi's stern face, which held a trace of imperceptible concern. She then suddenly remembered what had happened and grabbed Toho Hiroshi's arm in horror: "Miss! How is Miss? That terrible man..."
"Don't worry, Riko is fine."
Toho Hiroshi interrupted her, his voice steady and strong, "Geto is with her. The attacker has been dealt with by me."
Kuroi Misato let out a long sigh of relief, her body trembling slightly from lingering fear, but the horror in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by deep gratitude towards Toho Hiroshi: "Thank you, Lord Dongfang. Thank you so much!"
"Can you walk?"
Toho Hiroshi stood up.
"Ye-Yes."
Kuroi Misato quickly nodded, struggling to stand steady.
"Follow me. Let's go meet up with them."
Toho Hiroshi's Sharingan scanned the surroundings again, and after confirming it was safe, he led Kuroi Misato quickly in the direction of Geto Suguru and Amanai Riko.
Toho Hiroshi, with the still-shaken Kuroi Misato, successfully reunited with Geto Suguru and Amanai Riko.
"Kuroi!"
Amanai Riko, seeing her maid safe and sound, teared up again and rushed to hug her tightly. "Miss... I'm so glad you're okay..."
Kuroi Misato also choked up, gently patting Riko's back.
After the brief joy of reunion, the atmosphere remained heavy.
Although Fushiguro Toji, the biggest threat, seemed to have been dealt with by Toho Hiroshi, Gojo Satoru's condition still weighed on everyone's minds.
"Satoru..."
Geto Suguru looked at Toho Hiroshi, his eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of unwilling disbelief.
Despite trusting his companion's strength, Fushiguro Toji's words claiming to have killed Satoru still felt like a thorn.
"He won't die."
Toho Hiroshi's tone was calm but carried an undeniable certainty, "Let's go see."
He led the way towards the stone steps where the fierce battle had previously erupted.
Geto Suguru immediately followed, with Amanai Riko and Kuroi Misato close behind, everyone's heart in their throat.
The closer they got to that area, the stronger the scent of blood and the residue of violent Cursed Energy became in the air.
Broken stone steps, shattered trees, and grotesque ravines and pits on the ground all spoke of the ferocity of the battle that had just occurred.
Then, they saw him.
In the center of the chaotic battlefield, a white figure stood silently.
The lingering glow of the setting sun cast a golden outline around him. His uniform, previously soaked in blood, still bore large patches of striking dark red, but his posture was upright, and the decaying aura of severe injury and near-death was completely gone.
His small round sunglasses were nowhere to be seen, revealing a pair of sky-blue eyes.
Those eyes were more brilliant and profound than ever before.
Just looking at them calmly brought an almost divine, suffocating pressure.
It was Gojo Satoru.
Not only was he alive, but he felt completely different.
An aura of completeness, power, and unfathomable depth naturally flowed from him, as if he had broken free from some shackles and reached a brand new realm.
"Satoru!"
Geto Suguru was the first to exclaim, his voice filled with unbelievable surprise and a hint of imperceptible shock.
As his closest sworn friend, he could most intuitively feel the earth-shattering changes in Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru turned his head at the sound, his Six Eyes looking at everyone.
His gaze first fell on Geto Suguru and Toho Hiroshi, to whom he nodded slightly, then swept over Amanai Riko and Kuroi Misato, confirming they were unharmed.
Finally, his eyes met Toho Hiroshi's, and a familiar smile slowly curved his lips, more flamboyant and unrestrained than ever before.
"Yo, looks like I missed a good show?"
His tone was light, as if he wasn't the one who had just walked through the gates of hell. "Toho, did you deal with that troublesome muscle man?"
"Mm."
Toho Hiroshi responded, sizing up Gojo Satoru, "It seems you've gained quite a bit."
"Ah~ I guess it's a blessing in disguise."
Gojo Satoru spread his hands, his movements exuding an innate casualness and power, "So that's what Reverse Cursed Technique is all about. Now I feel... better than ever."
As he spoke, an invisible power of "Infinity" seemed to naturally flow around him, isolating all dust and impurities, a manifestation of ultimate control over his power.
Amanai Riko looked at the seemingly reborn Gojo Satoru, then at the silent but equally unfathomable Toho Hiroshi beside her, and the gentle yet powerful Geto Suguru. Her constantly tense nerves finally completely relaxed.
These people protecting her, each more monstrous than the last, also made her feel incredibly safe.
"So..."
She spoke softly, with a trace of hope and uncertainty, "Are we... safe now? Can I... can I really..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone understood what she meant.
Assimilation? Or freedom?
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru both looked at Toho Hiroshi, clearly seeing him as one of the core decision-makers.
Toho Hiroshi was silent for a moment.
Fushiguro Toji had been defeated by him, the attacks from the Q Organization and the Star Plasma Cult had largely been dismantled, and the biggest threat had been eliminated.
The pressure from The Higher-Ups and The Higher-Ups certainly existed, but...
The Six Eyes
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