Kamo Itsuki shook his head helplessly, knowing that Gojo Satoru was throwing a small tantrum. Naturally, Gojo could not accept his loss, but he was unable to immediately engage in another battle, so he vented his frustration in this way.
In truth, Kamo Itsuki understood that his victory had involved an element of chance. He had forced Gojo Satoru to maintain Limitless continuously by unleashing an unrelenting barrage of attacks. Limitless prevents all surrounding objects from approaching Gojo, and Kamo Itsuki had wondered if "all objects" included air. As it turned out, his guess had been correct.
After six minutes of continuous assault, Gojo Satoru's oxygen finally ran low, compelling him to use Blue to force Kamo Itsuki to stop attacking. He took the opportunity to deactivate Limitless and draw a deep breath.
Kamo Itsuki seized the moment, advancing rather than retreating, and struck Gojo Satoru out of the ring while Limitless was temporarily inactive. He knew, however, that this tactic would only work while Gojo was still young. In the future, when Limitless developed an automatic mode allowing non-aggressive substances like air to pass through, this move would no longer be effective. But by then, Kamo Itsuki trusted he would have learned other ways to counter it.
Gojo walked back to the banquet hall, his mind replaying the battle with Kamo Itsuki. Blood Manipulation requires a large expenditure of blood—a well-known fact—but Kamo Itsuki had launched attacks of extraordinary scale repeatedly, without any signs of fatigue or anemia. That final warhammer attack alone would have drained a normal person entirely, yet Kamo Itsuki seemed unfazed.
Gojo carefully reviewed the sequence of the battle, analyzing for any clue to Kamo Itsuki's secret. His Six Eyes, normally capable of detecting even the faintest traces of Cursed Energy, had been fully active during the fight. Now, in reflection, he noticed an anomaly: whenever Kamo Itsuki mobilized Cursed Energy to activate his technique, the energy would disappear instantaneously as soon as it was generated. Immediately afterward, blood-formed attacks would strike.
"That explains it," Gojo murmured.
Kamo Itsuki's blood was not his own—it was Cursed Energy transformed into blood. As long as he possessed sufficient Cursed Energy, he could produce limitless blood and unleash his abilities endlessly. Even though the conversion had to follow a process, Gojo now understood the weakness in Kamo Itsuki's technique—and believed he would prevail in their next encounter.
Afterward, the three children agreed on a dinner time, exchanged contact information, and returned to the banquet hall together. The hall buzzed with discussion, everyone sharing their impressions of the battle they had just witnessed. For those present, the day had been extraordinary—they had witnessed history in the making.
As night fell and the banquet concluded, members of the Three Great Families returned to their respective clans. Yet the impact of the day was far from over. On the dark web, Kamo Itsuki's bounty had been raised to one hundred million. People saw his potential and the threat he posed, and they wanted to eliminate him before he grew stronger.
Meanwhile, within various families, parents whispered about Kamo Itsuki. Only six years old, yet already displaying such astonishing strength. Some parents with daughters were even more intrigued, hoping to introduce Kamo Itsuki to their children and perhaps spark a beautiful story in the future.
In one clan, the head convened a family meeting, decreeing that every couple must have at least three children. Those who failed to meet the standard would lose privileges. They refused to believe their family could not produce extraordinary descendants.
At that moment, Kamo Itsuki was seated in a car, sneezing repeatedly. He rubbed his nose, muttering in confusion: "Achoo… who's talking about me? Achoo… again? Achoo, that's enough!"
When he stepped through the front door, his steps were steady, his heart calm. He knew that today's performance would undoubtedly draw the attention of the clan's Higher-ups, especially the clan head.
Kamo Itsuki's gaze remained fixed on the black casket, the faint crimson glow of the sealed eyeball pulsing gently as if alive. A shiver ran down his spine, not from fear, but from awe. He could sense the weight of generations pressing down, the legacy of the Kamo Clan condensed into this single object.
Kamo Masaki's voice cut through the silence, low and deliberate:
"Our clan's strength has never been in brute force like the Gojo Clan, nor in a singular ultimate Cursed Spirit like the Zen'in Clan. Our power… lies in secrets, in techniques that manipulate the very essence of life itself. Blood, energy, and spirit—we have mastered the subtle art that bridges them all."
He leaned slightly forward, placing both hands on the casket. "This casket contains one of the Kamo Clan's greatest legacies: the Forbidden Blood Codex. Within it are techniques and knowledge accumulated over centuries, hidden from all but the clan head. Until now, it has never been revealed to anyone, not even to the previous Divine Children. But you… you have proven yourself worthy."
Kamo Itsuki's heart quickened. He had heard whispers of the clan's ancient secrets, but never imagined he would be entrusted with them at such a young age. His fingers twitched, almost wanting to reach out, yet he paused, understanding the gravity of this moment.
Kamo Masaki continued, his voice gaining strength, as if the words themselves carried the weight of history:
"With this codex, you will learn the true potential of Blood Manipulation—not just controlling your own blood or even converting Cursed Energy into blood—but the very principles that govern life and death, the essence of vitality itself. You will become the true embodiment of the Kamo Clan's legacy."
Itsuki swallowed hard, trying to contain the rush of emotions. Excitement, anticipation, and a strange sense of responsibility swirled within him. To hold a secret that had been protected for centuries was more than a privilege—it was a burden, one he now shared with the fate of the clan.
He finally looked up at Kamo Masaki, his young eyes steady and determined. "I understand. I will not fail the Kamo Clan… or this legacy."
Kamo Masaki's lips curled into a faint, approving smile. "Good. Remember this, Itsuki. Power alone is meaningless without understanding. Knowledge, control, and wisdom—these are what elevate a Sorcerer above mere strength. Learn well, and one day, you will surpass even the legends of the Three Great Families."
Kamo Itsuki nodded, a silent promise echoing within his heart. Slowly, reverently, he extended his hands and touched the black casket. The moment his fingers brushed the sealing talismans, a pulse of warmth—and power—radiated outward. The crimson eye flickered, as if acknowledging him.
In that instant, Kamo Itsuki understood: this was not just a treasure of the clan, but a compass for his future—a guide to mastering his Blood Manipulation beyond any limit he had ever imagined.
And in the quiet study, under the pale moonlight, the next chapter of the Kamo Clan's legacy had begun, with Kamo Itsuki at its center.