"The six eyes twins of the Gojo Family!"
"Both brothers have a bounty as high as one hundred million; how exciting!"
"Old man, what do you think?"
"Old lady, as a Curse User, it's not very refined to only have eyes for money!"
A static-filled voice came through the earpiece, and Obami Granny frowned as she picked up a cup of coffee.
"It's because you're too wasteful, spending all your money on idols! You used half of the last bounty to buy fan support tickets!"
"That was the Girls' Love third-anniversary celebration!"
"You old lecher... they're here!"
As Obami Granny finished speaking, Sawasaka Jiro looked down from the tall building. Two white-haired children, about six or seven years old, were walking side by side on the street, followed by a respectful middle-aged man.
"According to the intel, that man is a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer of the Gojo Family, Gojo Genshou!"
"The two children walking in front of him must be the six eyes twins!"
Sawasaka Jiro showed a hideous grin. "I'll handle the six eyes twins. Old lady, you handle stalling that bodyguard!"
Meanwhile, inside the coffee shop, Obami Granny put down her cup, her eyes gloomy. "Don't you dare mess up!"
Just as the two were ready to strike, Gojo Ze and Gojo Satoru downstairs stopped in their tracks at the same time. The two raised their heads in unison, their azure eyes piercing through all disguises, meeting the gaze of the two Curse Users from a distance!
In an instant, Obami Granny and Sawasaka Jiro felt as if they were being targeted by a ferocious beast; their hearts seemed to skip a beat. When they snapped out of it, the two, now slumped on the ground, found that cold sweat had already soaked their collars.
Fear! Like a mouse seeing a cat, its natural predator—a fear etched into their very bones! Just a single glance made them feel the threat of death!
"Old... old man..."
"Plan canceled!"
The two gasped for air, their bodies trembling while also enjoying the euphoria of having survived a disaster.
"Mere small fry!" Gojo Satoru looked away and snorted disdainfully.
Gojo Ze stretched his limbs. "Small fry can still serve as a good warm-up!"
Satoru was somewhat surprised. "You're going to make a move?"
"Want to join? You pick first between the two strongest!"
Satoru sighed. "Then I'll take that old man!"
Ze turned back to Genshou and said, "Uncle Genshou, I'll leave the rest of the small fries to you!"
"Yes, Young Master Ze!"
In the next instant, all three disappeared from the spot.
In a dark alleyway, some restless Curse Users were suddenly blocked by a man. Gojo Genshou's face turned cold. "To dare target Young Master Satoru and Young Master Ze, you guys must be tired of living!"
With those words, the massive Cursed Energy of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer surged forth.
On the other side, Sawasaka Jiro was about to flee from the rooftop when he turned and saw a demonic figure. At this moment, Gojo Satoru was only a small child a meter tall, but in Sawasaka Jiro's eyes, he appeared unimaginably tall!
That pressure, which transcended the level of life itself, made his heart race at two hundred beats per minute!
"Hey! Small fry, have you decided how you want to die?" Gojo Satoru nonchalantly scratched his ear.
Sawasaka Jiro trembled all over, both from fear and from the shame and anger caused by Gojo Satoru's words. "Don't look down on me! You're just a six-year-old brat, what's with the big talk!"
Sawasaka Jiro shouted through gritted teeth as if to bolster his courage, then charged at Gojo Satoru in a fit of rage.
"Boring!"
Satoru snorted, and his fist, wrapped in Cursed Energy, swung out, hitting Sawasaka Jiro's face as expected. However, to Satoru's surprise, Sawasaka Jiro grinned after being hit, appearing as though he hadn't taken any damage at all.
"Die!" Sawasaka Jiro drew a knife from his waist and lunged fiercely at Satoru's heart.
However, just as the knife was about to touch him, it seemed to be met with an infinite counterforce, unable to advance an inch.
"Damn it!" Sawasaka Jiro roared.
Then, he saw Gojo Satoru slowly raise his right hand, fingers spread, his azure pupils as pure as the sky.
"Your Cursed Technique is the Invert Technique, right?"
"Eh?" Sawasaka Jiro's eyes revealed horror and disbelief.
"But it's not a simple inversion," Gojo Satoru continued. "Otherwise, when the technique is active, the collision with dust and air would kill you. So, the strength of 'Invert' has an upper and lower limit. So, where is the upper limit?"
"Phase. Twilight. Eyes of Wisdom."
Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!
A blue vortex appeared in Satoru's palm, its terrifying attraction like a compressed tornado. Sawasaka Jiro wanted to pull away, but his body moved toward the vortex involuntarily. The gravity was like a pair of giant hands, twisting his body like dough until he turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Gojo Satoru remained expressionless. "It seems the upper limit is lower than I thought."
"...good grandson, stall for ten seconds for me!"
Chii—
Gojo Ze looked coldly at Obami Granny, holding the dripping head of her "good grandson" in his hand. Forget ten seconds; he didn't even last one!
"Séance Technique, summoning gods? Old lady, don't disturb the peace of the dead for no reason; it's immoral." Ze laughed, then twisted his hips and threw the head like a cannonball at Obami Granny.
Bang!!!
Blood and brains exploded like fireworks... "Too slow, Satoru!"
By the time Gojo Satoru returned to the original spot, Ze had been back for a while, holding two cups of juice.
Satoru casually took a cup. "I was already fast. That guy's Invert Technique was somewhat interesting."
At that moment, Gojo Genshou also returned. The two waved their hands and continued strolling down the street.
The first battle of the Gojo Family's six eyes twins had ended. For Ze and Satoru, it was a routine warm-up. For the Curse User community, it was an earthquake. Powerful, mysterious, and unfathomable... the twins had become the Curse Users' nightmare.