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The dark red Barrier of the Six Red Sun Formation faded like a receding tide, eventually dissipating into nothingness.
The crowd waiting in battle readiness outside the Barrier finally saw the scene inside—
Centered on the original ruins of the Snake Bone Hall, for several kilometers around, the earth was not simply collapsed or shattered, but presented a strange kind of "nothingness."
It was as if a giant eraser had completely "erased" everything in this area, whether it was buildings, forests, or the remains of Cursed Spirits, leaving behind only a huge, smooth, bottomless hemispherical crater.
And in the center of that absolute void, Toho Hiroshi floated quietly.
The Complete Body Susanoo behind him had already dissipated, and the Nine Tomoe Rinnegan on his forehead had quietly closed, leaving only those deep purple ripple eyes calmly watching his arriving companions.
His long, snow-white hair fluttered gently in the breeze formed by the residual energy, forming a sharp contrast with the "nothingness" representing ultimate destruction beneath his feet, adding to his aloofness and mystery.
In the air, the terrifying and suffocating Cursed Energy pressure of Yamata no Orochi could no longer be felt; there was only the emptiness of absolute silence after the battle had completely ended.
Silence.
A deathly silence enveloped the group that had just arrived.
Even Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, who had long witnessed Toho Hiroshi's power, fell into a momentary loss of words as they looked at the land of nothingness that had been thoroughly annihilated and felt the residual, incomprehensible aura of ultimate power in the air.
Not to mention the others.
Uro Heiko's beautiful eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness and calculation, were now wide open, looking at the scene before her in disbelief, her red lips slightly parted, murmuring to herself: "Is this... the power that completely defeated Tengen?"
She had been proud of her own space Cursed Technique, but in the face of the Indra's Arrow that had just pierced the Barrier, she felt the space she controlled was as fragile as paper.
The lightning around Kashimo Hajime, which had been ready to go, had long since extinguished. He stared fixedly at Toho Hiroshi, and in those eyes full of fighting spirit, for the first time, a clear shock named "insurmountable" appeared.
He had joined Jujutsu High to challenge the strong and improve himself, even dreaming of one day defeating Toho Hiroshi or Gojo Satoru.
But at this moment, he clearly realized that the power level contained in that arrow of lightning had exceeded the scope of what he could understand.
It was not a gap in skill or experience, but an absolute chasm in the essence of life and power levels.
"Heh..."
Kashimo Hajime let out an inexplicable chuckle, carrying a hint of bitterness, but more of it was relief and submission. "Such power... it's too beautiful, and too distant. I'm afraid that even if I spend my whole life, I won't even be able to catch a glimpse of his back..."
The fighting spirit in his heart was not extinguished, but transformed into another form—no longer a challenge, but an eternal chase and longing towards that unreachable back.
Ryu Ishiguro's wild smile also stiffened. He subconsciously touched his chest, as if confirming what would happen if he were under that arrow.
The answer was obvious—annihilation, without any suspense.
"Monster..."
He spat out softly, but his eyes were filled with complex awe.
Miyamoto Musashi's hand on the hilt of his sword had knuckles slightly white from force.
As a swordsman pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship, he could better feel the "reason" contained in that one strike; it was the intent of "extinction" that transcended moves and techniques, reaching directly to the origin of the rules.
"Slaying demons and eliminating evil... So, this is the scenery at the pinnacle?"
He slowly released the hilt, a flash of realization in his eyes, as if he had seen another realm on the path ahead.
Gojo Satoru was the first to break the silence. He pushed up the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone returning to his usual cadence, but with a hint of imperceptible emotion: "Yare yare, it seems we made a wasted trip. This guy toho still likes to hog the spotlight alone as always."
Geto Suguru walked to his side, looking at that nothingness, and sighed softly: "After all, this is his way of bearing everything. It's just unexpected that his power has reached this level... It seems that during the Shinjuku decisive battle, he still held back."
The two looked at each other, seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes—relief, gratification, and a complexity as companions who could not share his full burden.
Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, and the younger generation were even more mesmerized, their admiration and respect for Toho Hiroshi reaching their peak.
"Teacher is too strong!"
Yuji Itadori clenched his fists excitedly.
Yuta Okkotsu nodded silently.
Megumi Fushiguro looked at the flattened land, his perception of power refreshed once again.
With the thorough annihilation of Yamata no Orochi, the massive Cursed Spirit horde triggered by its awakening lost its core and command, becoming chaotic and disorderly.
The remaining Cursed Spirits were still astonishing in number, but they were no longer a threat.
Under the command of Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and others, the elites of Jujutsu High and the four strong individuals including Uro Heiko quickly joined the clean-up work.
The battle was still fierce, but there was no longer any suspense.
While this clean-up battle was going on, far away in a Tokyo hotel suite, Mei Mei was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly feeling the cold Curse that had been entangled with her for months, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, rapidly melting and disintegrating like snow under the sun.
The resentment originating from Prince Sawara, as it was swallowed by Yamata no Orochi as a sacrifice, and Yamata no Orochi was then thoroughly exorcised by Toho Hiroshi, finally lost its root and dissipated completely.
Her pale complexion recovered its rosy color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the lingering sense of weakness disappeared along with it.
Mei Mei clenched her fist gently, feeling the long-lost health and sense of power. A complex and indescribable light flashed in her beautiful eyes, finally turning into a soft sigh, but the corners of her mouth curled into a charming arc.
"I really owe a huge favor, Toho Hiroshi."
The crisis in Kyoto was declared over as the Cursed Spirit horde was basically cleared.
Although the edge of the city suffered some damage, compared to the potential catastrophe of the city's destruction, this was already fortunate.
Post-war matters were handled by specialists.
A few days later, Jujutsu High held a small celebration party, which also served as a welcome back for Mei Mei's recovery.
The atmosphere of the banquet was warm, and the relief of surviving a disaster and the joy of victory filled everyone's faces.
However, when Mei Mei appeared at the banquet in an elegant red dress, glowing with health, and walked straight towards Toho Hiroshi, who was talking to Geto Suguru, the atmosphere instantly became subtle.
"Toho."
Mei Mei's voice carried her unique magnetism, her smile bright, "Shall we dance together?"
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