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

Kamo Clan

Kamo Shin had just returned to the Kamo estate when he was greeted with troubling news.

"Gojo Satoshi has forged a third Zanpakutō."

"And it seems to be even stronger than Suzumushi."

Kamo Shin tightened his grip on his cane, his face darkening.

He turned to glance at the younger generation of the Kamo family, none of whom had even awakened the Blood Manipulation Technique.

Frustration burned in his chest.

Would the Kamo family really be removed from the Three Great Sorcerer Clans in the future?

For a traditional Jujutsu family to rely on Cursed Tool forging as its foundation… This was never the proper way.

And now, the Gojo Clan was challenging his standing as the foremost grandmaster of Cursed Tools.

Walking into the shadowed corridor, Kamo Shin raised his right hand slightly.

A figure emerged from the darkness behind him, its form flickering, almost as if it didn't belong in this space.

"Begin the plan. We must nip this in the bud."

The figure nodded slightly before vanishing without a trace.

With that final decision made, Kamo Shin let out a long breath.

As long as he found the right opportunity…

A mere child like Gojo Satoshi, one without even a shred of Cursed Energy, would never be able to protect himself.

---

Ieiri Clan

"Shoko, are you heading to the Gojo Clan today?"

Inamichi's sudden question made his daughter, Shoko, blink in confusion.

Her father had been bringing up the Gojo family quite frequently over the past two days.

"No… We didn't make any plans, right?"

Although Shoko was quite mature for her age, she had never considered relationships in the way adults did.

"Go spend time with Satoshi and Satoru over the next few days."

"You're all around the same age. You should have plenty to talk about."

For the first time, Inamichi felt like he was deliberately promoting his own daughter.

And with that realization came a deep sense of guilt.

But when he thought about the Gojo family…

One child possessing the unparalleled talent of a sorcerer.

The other possessing an equally terrifying talent as a blacksmith.

No matter which of the Six Eyes heirs Shoko built a closer bond with, it would only benefit the Ieiri family.

Shoko would eventually get married in the future.

So why not let her spend more time with the two most gifted sons of the Gojo Clan?

Maybe—just maybe—something would naturally develop between them.

With Shoko's beauty and intelligence, there was no doubt that she was the ideal candidate for a high-status marriage.

Wasn't it better for her to make her own choices rather than be forced into an arranged marriage?

This was the only way Ieiri Inamichi could justify it to himself.

After all, Shoko was his precious daughter…

And now, he was about to push her straight into the "tiger's den" of Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoshi with his own hands.

Thinking about it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

But for the sake of the family's future in the Jujutsu world…

He had no choice but to establish ties with the two future legends of the Gojo Clan.

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Gojo Clan

Gojo Kumaen stood by the window, staring at the cherry blossoms drifting through the air.

His expression was one of shock.

He reached out, brushing a single petal with his fingertip, only to feel a sharp pain.

A thin cut appeared on his skin, blood welling up instantly.

What is going on?

Although he wasn't as strong as a Grade 1 sorcerer like Gojo Shunichi, he was still a skilled sorcerer with a trained technique.

And yet—

Even with his technique activated, he couldn't block the sharpness of a single cherry blossom petal?

Was this the third Zanpakutō forged by Gojo Satoshi?

If every petal held this level of sharpness, then…

This sea of cherry blossoms, covering the entire Gojo estate…

It could wipe out every ordinary person inside in an instant.

Satoshi had successfully forged it.

A technique this terrifying was beyond the imagination of ordinary sorcerers.

Even a Special-Grade Cursed Spirit would likely struggle to unleash such a massive-scale killing technique.

Looking at the vast sea of cherry blossoms surrounding the Gojo estate, a thought surfaced in Kumaen's mind:

Domain.

Wasn't this a domain in its own right?

Anyone who stepped into this space, whether sorcerer or civilian, would instantly be at its mercy.

A sorcerer might be able to resist one or two petals.

But could they withstand thousands?

Millions?

For the first time, Kumaen truly understood the power of a Zanpakutō.

Neither Sode no Shirayuki nor Suzumushi had displayed a technique as overwhelmingly destructive as this.

…Have I been wrong all along?

If this Zanpakutō were given to Satoru…

Wouldn't Satoru become even more powerful?

Could it be that Satoshi isn't a curse on Satoru… but his greatest ally?

Kumaen gripped the wooden window frame, veins bulging in his hand as blood dripped from the fresh wound on his finger.

For the first time, he doubted himself.

Satoshi was only six years old.

And yet, he had already forged three immensely powerful Zanpakutō.

What about the future?

In the decades to come, just how many of these enigmatic Zanpakutō would he create?

At least for now, until the secret of Satoshi's Zanpakutō forging technique was uncovered.

The Gojo Clan would dominate the Jujutsu world.

Had it been a mistake to alienate Satoshi?

Perhaps… it was time to change course.

Kumaen's expression wavered.

The delicate, fluttering cherry blossoms stood in stark contrast to his grim, conflicted face.

---

The elderly clan head sat quietly, watching the thousand floating cherry blossoms swirl around him.

A faint smile of relief crossed his lips.

So this is the Zanpakutō Satoshi forged for Satoru?

As expected of brothers. Without hesitation, he handed such a powerful technique to Satoru.

Satoshi, you are far more reserved than I thought.

If you ever feel slighted, the entire clan will bow to you.

You are the future of the Gojo Clan. You will shape its destiny.

Lifting his teacup, he took a slow sip.

The existence of this Zanpakutō had unknowingly drawn the attention of the entire Jujutsu world.

And at the same time.

It was gradually reshaping the very foundation of that world.

A technique that could threaten even Special-Grade Cursed Spirits…

The old man gazed at the sea of Senbonzakura outside his window, a wave of emotion washing over him.

Satoru had yet to reach his full potential.

But Satoshi.

He had already proven his ability to shake the world.

For the first time, the old man felt truly grateful that he had insisted on letting Satoshi live when he was born.

If he had wavered back then…

The Gojo Clan might have lost the very spark that could revolutionize the world of sorcery.

Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoshi.

Please continue to grow.

Satoshi… Perhaps the name I gave you was not a mistake after all.

(To be continued.)

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