Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

Satoshi let out a long sigh.

It seemed he still hadn't formed a strong enough bond with Toji.

Even though defeating Shinsuke had helped Toji vent some frustration, it was impossible to say whether this incident had earned him any recognition from the man.

"It's fine, Satoru! Trust me, this Zenin Toji is going to be a powerhouse in the future."

"Satoru, if you're not careful, even as the strongest sorcerer, you might not be able to defeat Zenin Toji."

In an attempt to make Satoru take the man seriously, Satoshi even dropped a few hints about their future conflicts.

Unfortunately, the ever-carefree Satoru didn't take his words seriously and merely laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Don't worry! If even you can befriend him, I can definitely make him my friend too."

Satoru stretched and casually slung an arm around Satoshi's neck.

"By the way, Sode no Shirayuki has already been touched by Shoko, so there shouldn't be any problem with me checking it out, right?"

Deep down, Satoru genuinely liked the Zanpakutō, Sode no Shirayuki. He imagined that if he could wield it alongside his Limitless Technique, he'd undoubtedly become the coolest guy in the entire Jujutsu world.

Seeing that Satoru was still fixated on Sode no Shirayuki, Satoshi could only sigh helplessly.

"Alright, take it and have a look! Seriously, didn't I already tell you I'd forge a new one for you later? Why are you in such a hurry?"

He casually tossed Sode no Shirayuki toward Satoru, intending to humor him.

However, the moment the sword left his grip, Satoshi was struck by an intense sense of danger.

A dark shadow suddenly materialized in front of them, and a powerful arm shot forward, reaching straight for Sode no Shirayuki.

The attack wasn't an assassination attempt, this person's goal was clearly to snatch the blade.

Seeing this unfold, Satoshi was momentarily shocked before quickly realizing just how physically formidable the assailant was.

"Toji...! It's you! Why are you still here?"

Satoshi shouted in surprise.

But the moment the words left his mouth, he realized how pointless the question was.

Toji's intent was obvious, why even bother asking?

His target was Sode no Shirayuki.

Even though Satoshi and Toji weren't enemies, and Toji didn't harbor any particular hostility toward him, there was no way he could allow the man to take Sode no Shirayuki.

The moment Toji made his move, Satoshi instantly reached out to reclaim the sword.

"Dance, Sode no Shirayuki!"

As he called out the Zanpakutō's Shikai command, the blade underwent a transformation, the hilt was now adorned with a flowing white ribbon.

Seizing the opportunity, Satoshi grabbed the ribbon and yanked Sode no Shirayuki back into his grasp.

At the same time, Satoru activated his Limitless Technique, erecting an invisible barrier to halt Toji's advance.

"Satoshi, this is the guy you call a friend?!"

Satoru's expression twisted in confusion.

This was the Gojo clan's residence, how could Toji dare to launch an attack here?

More importantly, the man had no trace of Cursed Energy, yet he possessed such terrifying physical prowess.

"My dear Young Master, I really like this Cursed Tool of yours."

Toji grinned as he casually stepped back, his eyes fixed on Sode no Shirayuki.

"You wanted to be my friend, right? Then why don't you let this blade serve as proof of our friendship?"

The smile on Toji's face was unsettling.

After his initial attempt failed, he put some distance between them and observed Satoshi and Satoru carefully.

"You bastard! This is Satoshi's weapon, why the hell would I just hand it over to you?"

Satoru snapped, clearly irritated.

However, Satoshi, still holding Sode no Shirayuki, had already calmed down.

Toji's words didn't sound like those of someone desperate to obtain the sword.

Rather, he seemed to be testing them.

It was clear that Toji wanted to gauge both his and Satoru's strength.

The Zenin clan had its own sense of pride.

Even though Satoshi had effortlessly crushed Shinsuke earlier, proving himself far superior, Toji wasn't the type to simply accept such an outcome.

If he truly wanted to consider Satoshi as an equal, he first needed to test him.

If the difference in strength was too great, any so-called "friendship" would be meaningless.

More importantly, Toji had noticed something interesting.

Satoshi, a sorcerer with the Heavenly Restriction, was able to wield such a powerful Cursed Tool.

If Satoshi could use it… then could he as well?

At this moment, Toji was in peak physical condition. Even though he was up against two Six Eyes users, he still firmly believed he could win.

However, he also understood the situation.

This was the Gojo clan's territory. His first strike had failed, any further action would only attract unwanted attention.

And just as he predicted, within mere seconds, Satoru's surge of Cursed Energy had already drawn the notice of several Gojo clan sorcerers.

Shunichi was the first to arrive, immediately taking a defensive stance beside Satoru and Satoshi.

At the same time, Shoko and Yuto also rushed over, drawn by the sudden spike in energy.

"Young Master Satoshi, Young Master Satoru! Are you alright?"

Shunichi's voice carried a hint of tension.

Although he was no longer Satoru's personal guard, he still kept a close eye on the clan's most valuable assets—the Six Eyes users.

Now, however, he wasn't just looking after Satoru.

Satoshi, too, had become someone to protect.

"I'm fine."

Satoshi shook his head, his gaze locked onto Toji.

At that moment, the Heavenly Restriction within him seemed to stir.

The man standing before him—the legendary "Sorcerer Killer"—was a reflection of his future.

A part of him longed for a fight with Toji.

"Uncle Shunichi, I need you to keep everyone else out of this."

Satoshi's voice was steady.

Shunichi hesitated for a moment, processing Satoshi's words.