Chapter 113: Gojo Satoru's Rage
"And—"
Gojo Satoru's fury seemed to reach its peak. He abruptly tore off his blindfold, revealing his pale blue Rikugan, which seemed to contain an endless starry sky and immense power, glaring fiercely at Toho Hiroshi: "Are you f*cking lying to me again?!"
"All those things you told me before I was locked in that crappy box, about 'needing time to find other solutions,' about 'not wanting to reach the final step'... was all that just bullshit?!"
"You planned all this out long ago, didn't you? You just excluded me so you could do whatever you wanted to push your ridiculous Eye of the Moon?!"
"You even used Geto as a pawn and played me for a fool. Is that really so amusing, Toho Hiroshi?!"
This torrent of furious accusations, like a raging storm, tore apart all of Toho Hiroshi's pretenses and excuses, directly pointing to the contradictions and deception at the core of his actions.
Wan, standing nearby, raised her eyebrows in anger, Cursed Energy surging around her: "How dare you! How dare you be so disrespectful to my husband!"
She was about to step forward but was stopped again by Toho Hiroshi's raised hand.
Toho Hiroshi quietly watched the enraged Gojo Satoru. Only after he finished his tirade did he slowly speak, his voice still steady but with an indescribable depth: "Are you done, Satoru?"
"Deception or not, it's meaningless in the face of the outcome. When you personally witness the peace brought by the Eye of the Moon, you will naturally..."
"Shut up!"
Gojo Satoru unceremoniously interrupted him. With his hands in his pockets, his stance was arrogant and relaxed, yet the Cursed Energy emanating from him made the entire space tremble slightly.
"I'm not interested in listening to your endlessly repeated brainwashing garbage."
"Now, I'll give you two choices—"
He held up two fingers, his tone leaving no room for doubt:
"One, disband your damn 'Akatsuki' organization right now, abandon the eye of the moon plan, and then come back to Tokyo Jujutsu High with me. Clearly explain all those dangerous thoughts in your head and all the information you have about Kenjaku and ancient Jujutsu Sorcerers, every single detail."
"Two,"
Gojo Satoru grinned, a wild, battle-hungry smile on his face, "I'll beat you to a pulp right now until you can't even take care of yourself, then drag your body back to forcibly execute option one."
Toho Hiroshi quietly listened to Gojo Satoru's furious tirade, his face still showing no emotion. Only when Gojo Satoru presented those two oppressive choices did he slowly lift his eyelids.
In his Rinnegan, there was no anger, no fear, only a bottomless calm, as if Gojo Satoru's rage was merely a pebble thrown into a deep pool, only stirring insignificant ripples.
"Anger cannot change reality, Satoru."
Toho Hiroshi's voice was terrifyingly steady. "If our powers were to fully collide at this moment, what would be annihilated first would not be each other, but everything within dozens of miles, including the students you want to protect behind you, including Shoko, including many innocent lives in this building who still hold hope for the world."
His gaze swept over Itadori, Choso, and the slightly weary Kurusu Hana, finally returning to Gojo Satoru's pale blue Rikugan.
"You and I both know this is no empty threat."
Gojo Satoru's hand in his pocket moved slightly. He, of course, knew that Toho Hiroshi was speaking the truth.
If two beings at the pinnacle of the Jujutsu World fought without restraint, the destruction would be catastrophic, especially in such a densely populated area.
Though arrogant, he was not someone who disregarded the lives of innocents.
"So?"
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, his tone still unfriendly, but the destructive Cursed Energy fluctuations around him slightly receded.
"So, we need a suitable battlefield, a place strong enough to withstand our power and minimize the collateral damage."
Toho Hiroshi calmly proposed, "A duel that will decide the future's direction."
He paused, then continued: "As for the time... December 24th, how about it?"
The moment that date was spoken, Gojo Satoru's brow under his blindfold furrowed almost imperceptibly.
December 24th, that was Geto Suguru's death anniversary.
Toho Hiroshi's choice of this date was deeply significant.
It was both a memorial to the past and a symbol of the end and beginning of everything, entrusted to a day of special meaning for Gojo Satoru.
"As for the location."
Toho Hiroshi continued as if he hadn't noticed Gojo Satoru's subtle reaction, "Let's make it Shinjuku. It's vast enough and prominent enough."
To hold this battle, which would decide the fate of the world, in the heart of Tokyo—a city where countless ordinary people lived, and where the shadow of the Shibuya Incident had not yet fully dissipated—was undoubtedly a highly symbolic provocation and an open defiance of the old order of the Jujutsu World.
Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a scoff, breaking the heavy atmosphere.
"Heh, choosing Geto's death anniversary and Shinjuku for the fight? You really know how to pick a time and place."
He looked directly at Toho Hiroshi, "Fine, I accept."
"December 24th, Shinjuku. I'll be there to personally knock you out of your unrealistic Eye of the Moon delusion, then drag you back to apologize to everyone."
His tone became light and confident again, as if the previous rage was an illusion, but the seriousness and resolve in his eyes were stronger than ever.
"I hope your power lives up to your ambition, Toho Hiroshi."
"The feeling is mutual."
Toho Hiroshi nodded slightly, "At that time, you will witness with your own eyes what the true path to'salvation' is, and why your power cannot bring true peace."
The agreement was thus made.
The tense string in the air loosened slightly, but a greater storm was brewing.
"Let's go, kids."
Gojo Satoru turned, waving his hand as if the tense atmosphere had never existed. He led the way out of the secret room, and Itadori, Choso, and Kurusu Hana immediately followed.
Shoko stood still, not moving.
She looked at Toho Hiroshi, at this companion who had once shared ideals, pain, and even brief warmth with her, seeing him now standing on a path completely contrary to her beliefs, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Gojo Satoru paused at the doorway, glanced back at her, said nothing, and just left with the others.
In the secret room, only Toho Hiroshi, Wan, and Shoko, who had not yet moved, remained.
Wan watched the scene with interest, a playful smile on her lips, but she remained silent.
Footsteps echoed in the empty secret room.
Shoko walked step by step towards Toho Hiroshi, finally stopping in front of him.
She looked up, directly into those chilling Rinnegan.
Without warning, she suddenly raised her hand—
"Slap!"
A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on Toho Hiroshi's face.
The force was not light, causing Toho Hiroshi's face to turn slightly, and a faint red mark instantly appeared on his pale skin.
Killing intent erupted from Wan instantly, her deep purple Cursed Energy surging like venomous snakes: "How dare you—!"
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