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

At this moment, facing Satoshi's weak and sluggish sword swings, Shunichi's patience had reached its limit.

By the time Satoshi swung his sword for the forty-third time, Shunichi could already tell, Satoshi was exhausted.

Yet, despite over forty strikes, the blade remained unbent.

Shunichi was slightly shocked. If this Sode no Shirayuki had truly been forged by Takuya, then the craftsmanship was truly extraordinary.

Even so, he still did not believe that Sode no Shirayuki was a Cursed Tool.

"Young Master Satoshi, that's enough!" Shunichi said, his tone laced with impatience. "I'm done playing this fencing game with you. Let me show you what a real Cursed Tool is..."

Shunichi felt he had already shown enough respect for the direct descendant of the Gojo Clan. He wasn't willing to waste any more time.

Blocking Satoshi's next strike with ease, Shunichi channeled his Cursed Energy into his weapon.

"Cicada, harass the enemy!"

As his Cursed Energy surged into the blade, the forge was suddenly filled with the sound of countless cicadas chirping from seemingly nowhere.

"Cicada" means cicada! The sound of cicadas... was just that—the chirping of cicadas!

But this was the ability of Gojo Shunichi's Cursed Tool.

Its power was simple yet insidious by using the sharp, piercing cry of a cicada, it disrupted the opponent's will for a split second. Simultaneously, it allowed the user to unleash an air blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

This was his weapon—a Grade 2 Cursed Tool. Cicada's Cry!

"Satoshi, stay focused!"

As the forger of Cicada's Cry, Takuya knew its power all too well.

He knew that while Shunichi wouldn't use the air blade to physically harm Satoshi, the sudden mental interference from the cicada's cry wouldn't be easy to endure either.

From Takuya's perspective, the outcome was already set in stone.

At first, he had hoped that Sode no Shirayuki would serve as Satoshi's trump card. But after watching the battle, it was clear, the sword had strength, but no real power.

Others might be impressed that Sode no Shirayuki had endured over forty clashes without so much as bending, but Takuya wasn't surprised.

After all, he had integrated a Grade 1 Cursed Tool into Sode no Shirayuki's core.

Still, was this the end? Was Gojo Satoshi truly going to lose?

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Outside the forge, Satoru stood watching, his body already brimming with Cursed Energy, prepared to intervene.

Like Takuya, he believed Satoshi was at a disadvantage. The katana named Sode no Shirayuki seemed incapable of resisting the power of Cicada's Cry.

But just as before, the elder beside him stopped him.

"Satoru, where do you think you're going?"

Satoru's expression was filled with dissatisfaction. For a moment, he even began to doubt the clan leader's intentions. Did he truly want to see Satoshi fail? Was he deliberately preventing him from reaching out to his younger brother?

Seeing Satoru so agitated, the old man shook his head with a chuckle.

"Logically speaking, you and Takuya should be the ones who understand Satoshi best, shouldn't you?"

"So why are you more impatient than an old man like me?"

"Look at Satoshi's face. Does he look like someone who's cornered?"

Satoru frowned and turned his gaze toward Satoshi. In that instant, his body stiffened.

There was no panic on Satoshi's face.

Instead, there was a confident smile.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that Satoshi still has another card up his sleeve?"

"Could Sode no Shirayuki have another ability?"

"But if that's the case, why did he fight Shunichi for so long? What was the point?"

There was no doubt, Satoru and Takuya had both been misled by Satoshi's seemingly meaningless forty-three strikes.

Without a system, they couldn't possibly understand what Satoshi had gained from those attacks.

This time, Satoru chose to believe in his brother.

He wanted to see what Satoshi had prepared.

He wanted Satoshi to prove himself, to convince Shunichi through his own strength.

Because he knew, his brother was no failure.

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Meanwhile, inside the forge, Satoshi tightened his grip around Sode no Shirayuki, feeling the flow of Cursed Energy within.

"It seems... this is the limit of what I can gain from this."

Shaking his head slightly, Satoshi cleared his mind. Then, raising his right hand to eye level, he called out:

"Dance, Sode no Shirayuki!"

The moment he spoke, the Asauchi in his hand began to change.

The blade, the guard, and the hilt—all turned pure white.

The blade itself shifted from its squared shape to an elegant oval, six hollowed-out patterns emerging across its surface.

At the base of the hilt, a mysterious engraving appeared, and a white ribbon materialized at the end.

Everyone in the forge was stunned.

"What just happened?!"

"I didn't even blink, how did the Cursed Tool suddenly change form?"

"How could it shift so drastically just because Satoshi said those words?"

Seeing Sode no Shirayuki's true form, Shunichi could no longer deny the truth.

This was no ordinary katana.

Takuya had been right all along, this was a Cursed Tool!

"Such an incredible weapon exists? Satoshi's talent isn't in sorcery… it's in forging Cursed Tools?"

"A shape-shifting Cursed Tool… something like this could revolutionize the entire Jujutsu world!"

The elder beside Satoru watched intently, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

At that moment, he saw Satoshi's future clearly, one that diverged from both Satoru's path and the traditional ways of the Gojo Clan.

A future where Satoshi walked his own road…

"It's beautiful."

"The true form of Sode no Shirayuki is breathtaking. It suits Satoshi so perfectly, it reflects his very presence."

"Is this truly something he forged? Satoshi… never ceases to amaze me."

Satoru's piercing blue eyes shone with joy.

No matter how powerful Sode no Shirayuki turned out to be, the mere fact that Satoshi had created a Cursed Tool at such a young age had already shattered all conventional expectations.

Satoru had the strongest talent for sorcery.

But Satoshi, he had the strongest talent for forging.

And together, the two of them… would become the strongest duo in the entire Jujutsu world.

Yes—Sode no Shirayuki suited Satoshi perfectly.

Of course… it would also suit him just as well.

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Takuya's hands trembled slightly as he stared at the blade.

"It's real! This is real!"

"So that's why I couldn't fully unleash its true form before, it wasn't because of the forging, but because I was using it incorrectly!"

The aura surrounding Sode no Shirayuki was overwhelming.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would have never believed that such a masterpiece had been created by a six-year-old child.

"This power… this frost energy… is this truly Cursed Energy?"

"Could it be that Satoshi… has somehow broken the very rules of the Jujutsu world?"

Takuya's eyes were locked onto Satoshi.

He knew, this sword held more than just raw strength.

There was something hidden within it.

Something beyond what any Cursed Tool had ever achieved before.

This was the judgment of a master craftsman.