Geto Suguru couldn't understand why Gojo Satoru continued to protect the Jujutsu higher-ups—the very people he saw as corrupt and obsolete. In Geto's eyes, reshaping the existing order was the only way to accelerate reform in the Jujutsu world.
After all, the Jujutsu top brass had long since lost the ability to restrain many of the powerful sorcerer families. Most clans only followed commands they found favorable, ignoring announcements and official decrees. But even then, the higher-ups refused to punish them—because those very leaders were often just mouthpieces for the interests of those same elite families.
Take the Big Three Sorcerer Clans, for example—massive, influential, and often untouchable.
Geto Suguru's eyes narrowed, becoming sharp and dangerous. After all, Gojo Satoru himself was the head of the Gojo Clan. Could that be the reason?
> "No, no, no," Gojo waved a hand. "I have no ties with those idiots. I just think... it's not the right time—for us, or for them."
The "them" here referred to the next generation.
Gojo's idea was simple. After the War of the Century, the Jujutsu world was still reeling from the aftermath. Starting another large-scale conflict would only worsen things. Even if the old forces were wiped out, there was no guarantee the new generation would have the strength or maturity to handle the ever-growing threat of Cursed Spirits.
What they needed was time—time for the next generation to grow strong enough to peacefully replace the old guard. A bloodless revolution.
But Geto Suguru wasn't buying it.
> "Satoru, I don't agree with you," he said coldly. "No one can promise that these newcomers won't become just like the ones they replace. Power... is the thing most capable of corrupting a person's heart."
Murderous intent flickered in Geto's cold gaze.
> "Only by corrupting some... and killing others—by forcing them to work under constant pressure, to keep moving forward—can we prevent this order from decaying."
Gojo Satoru shook his head. His Six Eyes gleamed like the sky, locking onto Geto, his best friend.
> "But what if the 'Sword Bearer' is already corrupted? What if this 'blood transfusion' is just a mask for tyranny?"
Geto Suguru stiffened, stunned.
His heart ached.
> He doubts me.
"…I understand now," Geto muttered.
Their beliefs had finally clashed. After years of friendship and shared battles, it now felt like they were meeting each other for the first time.
It had come down to a battle of ideologies.
Gojo Satoru was a futurist. He believed in the power of the future generation—that someone better would come along and surpass him. His mission was to preserve life, not sacrifice it.
Geto Suguru was an extremist. He believed in killing the rot, ripping out the roots that infected the system, even if it meant shedding blood. You can't plant something new without clearing space for it.
And his philosophy wasn't born of nothing. Every day, Geto devoured the filth and darkness of the world. It changed him. He was naturally gentle, but his role made it impossible to stay that way forever. His extremism was only a matter of time.
> "Either way, I won't let you go through with this," Gojo said quietly.
He couldn't let his best friend become a monster.
But Geto Suguru only felt heartbreak. Gojo had chosen to stand against him.
> "In that case... let's speak with our fists."
Familiar words. They echoed through time—like they were back in the school gymnasium a year ago, facing off over a basketball game.
Geto Suguru exhaled, centering himself. His eyes steeled. He would change the world, even if it meant being abandoned by everyone.
---
A massive surge of cursed energy exploded from both men. The entire Tokyo Jujutsu High trembled. First and second-year students jolted awake in their dorms.
In a quiet workshop, Yaga Masamichi paused from rubbing a cursed corpse. He looked up in their direction, pushed his goggles up... and resumed working.
> He's used to this chaos. If they want to split the school in two, so be it.
---
Tap!
Gojo Satoru kicked off the ground. Instantly, Cursed Technique: Lapse – Blue activated, warping space as he teleported beside Geto Suguru and raised his hand to restrain him.
But Geto didn't flinch. A shadow behind him twisted—and a gigantic toad Cursed Spirit emerged, its mouth opening wide and shielding Geto's body.
Gojo's palm struck the toad's body. Flesh rippled... then dissolved into nothing.
> Special Grade Cursed Spirit… Is he planning to use "He" already?
Gojo's mind raced. His hands crackled with limitless cursed energy, and his technique began to activate almost automatically.
A pink, slimy tongue lashed out from the toad, crashing into the invisible wall of Gojo's Limitless. The pressure slowed, but it continued pushing forward until it was halted entirely.
Gojo's left hand shone. A brilliant beam of positive energy, a mini "He," shot forward like lightning—piercing the toad. Blood sprayed, but the beast evaporated into ash.
Geto Suguru reappeared from the smoke.
> "Stand down," Gojo said. "There's no point in this fight."
> "Satoru," Geto said, exhaling, "your arrogance hasn't changed."
Though there was still a power gap between them, Geto had not spent the last year idle.
Gojo blinked. Slime from the dissolved toad had corroded his technique. Green smoke rose from his hand.
> "Wait… it corroded space?"
> "No," Geto replied calmly. "It's a corrosion curse technique."
The appearance of Tenshaki had opened new doors in Geto's mind. Gojo's Limitless was considered nearly untouchable. But what if one could bypass its concept entirely?
Where Musou once said that Geto's technique had limitless potential, Geto had yet to tap into it fully—until now.
He was beginning to master all spirits.
> "Then I'll need to take this seriously," Gojo muttered, cracking his neck. "I'm really strong now, so you'd better be careful."
He formed a gun shape with his fingers.
> Bang! Bang!
Two invisible cursed bullets rocketed out, smashing through dozens of trees. The air hissed as they cut through it.
Geto flipped and dashed sideways, rolling across the ground. Two minor Cursed Spirits grabbed his ankles and yanked him faster, helping him dodge. Even with Gojo's unmatched aim, he missed every shot.
> Though to be fair… he's not trying to hit me yet.
Geto closed the distance with a leap. His leg lashed out—a high-speed kick that tore through the air with a loud crack.
This was the same man who had once traded blows with James. After James, Fushiguro Shige, and Yuki Tsukumo, Geto was the strongest in pure hand-to-hand combat.
Gojo blocked with crossed arms.
The kick crashed into his barrier. Though most of the force was absorbed by Limitless, enough seeped through the weakened edge to push him back several steps.
Gojo exhaled.
His Six Eyes glimmered, and cursed energy surged in both hands, each "He" burning brighter than before.
If he didn't get serious, one of them could actually die.
Across from him, Geto clapped his hands together. An intense aura burst forth—his cursed energy blazing into the sky.
> "Domain Expansion..."
But before it could be completed, a hand gently tapped Geto's shoulder.
Slender fingers. Powerful grip. He didn't need to look to know who it was.
> "James…"
Gojo's energy dissipated at once. Both he and Geto knew—they couldn't continue this.
Not with him here.
> "There's no need to fight," James said calmly. "I get what you're thinking."
> "James… you'll support me, right?" Geto asked, eyes desperate.
> "James, I trust your judgment," Gojo added, softer this time.
The fatal question. And two very different expectations.
James couldn't help it.
He burst into laughter.
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