Kashimo Hajime had never released his Cursed Technique in his lifetime; all enemies were defeated purely through his combat awareness and the control of Cursed Energy imbued with lightning effects.
Precisely because of this, Kashimo Hajime did not feel the need to learn the prerequisites for a Domain Expansion. Furthermore, ancient Domain Expansions only pursued the sure-hit effect, and Kashimo Hajime's lightning attacks already possessed a sure-hit-like effect against ordinary opponents, so he saw no need to pursue ancient Domain Expansions.
the strongest of 400 years who could not use a Domain Expansion encountered the modern, mechanically monstrous the strongest. Under the devastation of the Domain Expansion, Unlimited Void, Kashimo Hajime's brain instantly crashed.
All sorts of strange things rushed into his head, stirring up layer after layer of spiraling storms in his mind.
Kashimo Hajime had never experienced this level of mental assault. He stood rooted to the spot in a daze, even letting drops of drool trickle from his mouth.
Witnessing this, Gojo Satoru was also somewhat stunned. No matter how intelligent or insightful he was, he truly hadn't expected such a formidable character to be unable to deploy a Domain Expansion.
Round Two: The Domain Battle. It ended before it even began.
Gojo Satoru's listless eyes watched the dazed Kashimo Hajime. He slowly walked up to him and extended a hand, waving it back and forth in front of his face.
Kashimo Hajime did not respond.
Although the outcome met Gojo Satoru's expectations, the process was perhaps too quick.
"Wake up, wake up."
Gojo Satoru placed one hand on Kashimo Hajime's shoulder while his other hand continued waving up and down in front of him.
Inside Gojo Satoru's Domain Expansion, "Unlimited Void," the effect is indiscriminately applied to all individuals within the Domain, except for himself and anyone he is physically touching.
Now, under the touch of Gojo Satoru's hand, Unlimited Void had stopped continuously pouring useless information into Kashimo Hajime's brain.
However... 0.2 seconds of Unlimited Void is enough to paralyze an ordinary non-Jujutsu Sorcerer for several months.
10 seconds of Unlimited Void is enough to make the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, bleed from his seven orifices and suffer brain damage.
Although the time Kashimo Hajime just experienced Unlimited Void was less than 10 seconds, asking him to recover quickly was still too difficult.
Gojo Satoru sighed helplessly. The Domain Expansion of Unlimited Void spontaneously dissolved and collapsed, and Kashimo Hajime continued to stand blankly in place.
His spirit was in a daze. His body was collapsing.
Gojo Satoru understood that every second Kashimo Hajime spent like this was a massive loss, but he was helpless.
His listless eyes gazed at his opponent, who had been highly motivated moments ago but was now dazed and drooling. He raised one hand and repeatedly slapped the side of his cheek.
"Hey, wake up, wake up. Your body is about to crumble into dust. Do you have any way to save yourself? If not, you're going to die. I should mention beforehand that the healing effect of my Reverse Cursed Technique can only be used on myself; I can't output it externally, so don't pin your hopes on me..."
Gojo Satoru mumbled while slapping Kashimo Hajime's cheek, but the effect was minimal. In his dazed state, Kashimo Hajime's brain was still undergoing spiraling storms.
If the human brain were likened to a computer, then the fan inside the current computer's host tower was spinning furiously, and various window pages were piled up on the computer screen.
You try to drag the mouse to click the 'X' button and close these windows of various sizes, but you find that your mouse won't move at all.
Crash, freeze, exe not responding.
Of course, these computer analogies were things Gojo Satoru had never experienced on his own computer, as the machines he used were always super high-spec, making the aforementioned hypertension-inducing situations virtually impossible.
After sighing softly, Gojo Satoru immediately pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened the group chat established by his circle of friends.
Gojo Satoru, Chinatsu, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Kento Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, Mei Mei... In the group chat, which usually had someone sending a bubble emoji to spam the chat almost every moment, no new messages had appeared for several hours.
Chinatsu was like a libero on a sports field, continuously using the high mobility brought by teleportation to shuttle back and forth between various war zones, providing support.
Geto Suguru had the manipulated Jogo following him on his left, the manipulated Hanami on his right, and an army of Grade 1 Cursed Spirits trailing behind him. He himself was sweeping the area he was responsible for, like a gang boss.
Ieiri Shoko, relying on her innate Reverse Cursed Technique, was involved in the logistics organization behind the front lines.
Originally, this logistics organization only allowed Jujutsu Sorcerers whose Innate Technique had healing effects to join. But now, due to the urgency of the situation, the government had also dispatched many skilled doctors and nurses to assist.
This move could not be called entirely good or entirely bad. It was bad because this group of doctors and nurses were not personnel from the Jujutsu World, leading to a considerable degree of friction in their cooperation. It was good because, despite the friction, it relieved the pressure on the logistics team to a certain extent.
Ieiri Shoko, whose body was somewhat fatigued after just treating the casualties in a small area, leaned against a wall, skillfully lit a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"One minute... I should be able to rest for one minute, right..."
Ieiri Shoko mumbled this in her tired mind. Just as she was about to close her eyes and take a brief nap, a member of the Jujutsu World logistics team ran over in a panic.
"Miss Ieiri! A severely injured casualty has been brought to Area B. We need your help!"
Upon hearing this, Ieiri Shoko immediately opened her eyes. She stubbed out the cigarette she had only taken two puffs from, revealing a serious expression.
"Area B? I'll be right there."
Ieiri Shoko quickly walked through the makeshift treatment area, which was filled with casualties. In her capacity as a physician, she vowed that she would personally use her hands to save every casualty who passed through her care from the brink of death.
When she arrived at Area B of the temporary medical zone, Ieiri Shoko quickly identified the location of the severely injured person because many ordinary doctors and nurses were clustered together.
"Everyone, make way, Miss Ieiri is here!"
In the hearts of the Jujutsu logistics team, the phrase "Miss Ieiri is here" was incredibly reassuring. Although the ordinary doctors and nurses did not understand the significance of this phrase, they understood the atmosphere and made way for Ieiri Shoko.
The casualty looked almost like a man made of blood; even the doctors and nurses attempting to use bandages to stem the bleeding were finding their efforts futile.
Ieiri Shoko merely glanced at him. After confirming in her mind that she could treat him, she extended her palm and pressed it against the injured person's skin.
Reverse Cursed Technique: Activate!
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