jujutsu Kaisen: The Heavenly Restriction

The elder stated his request to Gojo Takaya in a straightforward manner. In his view, this cursed tool should still be in Takaya's possession.

However, to the elder's surprise, upon hearing this request, Gojo Takaya's expression immediately became awkward. His gaze kept shifting toward Gojo Kensei, and an uncomfortable silence filled the air.

After being glanced at four or five times, Gojo Kensei finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Master Takaya, isn't Yoru no Koori with you? The Clan Head has already spoken, so just hand it over. It's fine—I can always forge another cursed tool in the future."

Kensei assumed that Takaya was simply reluctant to part with a Grade 1 cursed tool, so he quickly urged him to comply.

When the Gojo Clan Head personally requested something, how could a mere cursed tool craftsman like Takaya refuse?

But upon hearing Kensei's words, Takaya's expression became even more awkward.

"Clan Head, Yoru no Koori is no longer available."

"What? No longer available? What do you mean, Takaya?"

The elder's brows furrowed tightly, not understanding what Takaya meant. Nearby, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Kensei, and Gojo Shunichi all turned their heads at the same time, looking at Takaya in confusion.

Takaya realized that even Kensei didn't seem to understand what had happened. It dawned on him—Kensei had no idea that Yoru no Koori had been used as a forging material during the creation of Sode no Shirayuki.

With a helpless sigh, Takaya explained the entire forging process in detail.

As everyone's gazes shifted toward him, Kensei scratched his head awkwardly.

So, after all this time, Yoru no Koori had disappeared because of him!

Thinking back, he did remember grabbing a particularly cold material while forging.

Who would've thought that it was actually Yoru no Koori?

Using a Grade 1 cursed tool as forging material—he really had been a bit extravagant.

"So, Clan Head, Yoru no Koori has now transformed into Sode no Shirayuki. There's no way to hand it over to Satoru anymore."

After hearing Takaya's explanation, the elder sighed helplessly and nodded.

Although he couldn't help Satoru obtain a high-quality weapon, he did gain a new understanding of the forging process behind Kensei's mysterious Zanpakutō. In a way, that was still a valuable discovery.

From this, he decided to have other cursed tool artisans experiment with using completed cursed tools as forging materials to see if they could create similar Zanpakutō.

Moreover, he also observed the strong bond between Gojo Satoru and Gojo Kensei. He believed that in the future, Kensei would surely craft a weapon most suited for Satoru.

Every generation has its own fate.

Some things were better left for the younger ones to figure out themselves.

With that thought, the elder left.

The moment he was gone, Satoru's suppressed excitement burst forth.

"Kensei! I want a Zanpakutō too, got it?"

Satoru immediately asserted his dominance as an older brother.

Although he admired Sode no Shirayuki, it was Kensei's personal weapon—there was no way he could just take it for himself.

Hearing Satoru's demand, Kensei rolled his eyes.

"Do you think forging a Zanpakutō is that easy? Stop dreaming, Satoru!"

In a flash, Satoru appeared beside Kensei and wrapped an arm around his neck, refusing to back down.

"I don't care how hard it is—I want a Zanpakutō! And it has to be as special as Sode no Shirayuki!"

Struggling for breath, Kensei frantically tapped on Satoru's arm in surrender.

"Alright, alright! I'll make you one! But, Satoru, you have to agree to one condition."

"Condition? Fine! Just say it."

Satoru loosened his grip and looked at Kensei expectantly.

Kensei took a deep breath, stretched his neck, and spoke with a rare seriousness.

"Satoru, no matter how strong you become in the future, you must always carry this Zanpakutō with you! Even if you become the strongest sorcerer, you must keep it with you at all times!"

Kensei knew exactly what the future held for his brother.

As the Gojo Clan's successor, Satoru would undoubtedly be qualified to wield Special Grade cursed tools. Yet in future battles, he would almost always fight barehanded.

Because he was the strongest, most cursed tools were nothing more than burdens to him.

After all, was there even an enemy in existence that required him to rely on a weapon?

But no one could have predicted that the Supreme Sorcerer, who stood above all others, would one day fall—cut down at the waist.

This time, things would be different.

Kensei had been reborn into this world. He was now Gojo Satoru's younger brother.

With such a close bond of blood between them, how could he stand by and watch his brother repeat the same fate?

He had to correct Satoru's arrogance from an early age.

He would make sure Satoru never let go of his Zanpakutō—just like the Shinigami of Soul Society…

"Satoru! Do you accept this?"

Seeing Kensei's sudden serious expression, even the usually carefree Satoru subconsciously straightened up.

He didn't understand why Kensei was making such a strange request.

But from the way Kensei spoke, he could feel the deep concern behind it.

After a moment of thought, Satoru nodded.

"Kensei, I'll accept this condition! But I also have one of my own."

"If I have to carry this Zanpakutō with me forever… then it has to be cool as hell!"

Kensei was speechless.

Yep, Satoru was still Satoru. No matter how old he got, he was destined to become a walking showoff.

With a long sigh, Kensei finally nodded.

"Fine, fine! I'll forge you the coolest Zanpakutō ever!"

As he gave Satoru his promise, Kensei was already deep in thought.

Which Zanpakutō from Soul Society would be most fitting for Gojo Satoru…?

A supreme sorcerer wielding a supreme Zanpakutō?

Even Sukuna wouldn't stand a chance against him then…

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