Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half-Chapter 169: I Regret It So Much

"Shoko, where are we going?"

Satoshi glanced at Shoko. He had a good impression of her, but it wasn't quite the romantic kind between a man and a woman.

After all, the two of them were only six years old and had known each other for just half a year. It was still far too early to talk about feelings.

"Ah? Oh... let's go to my house."

Shoko blushed, not knowing where else to direct Minazuki. So, she simply chose her home—the Ieiri family estate—as the destination.

"Sure. I've never been to your place before."

Satoshi nodded, accepting her suggestion. The Ieiri family was now firmly aligned with the Gojo clan, so visiting in person also served as a show of the Gojo family's goodwill.

Besides, since Shoko clearly wanted some alone time, he didn't mind indulging her.

And so, Minazuki soared through the air, carrying Satoshi and Shoko, before hovering above the Ieiri residence.

...

"That was definitely Young Master Satoshi. I just saw him and Miss Ieiri Shoko riding on the back of that thing!"

"Thing? What do you mean, 'thing'? That's clearly a new form of Zanpakutō technique. Idiot."

"Exactly! Who would've thought the new Zanpakutō forged by Young Master Satoshi could transform into something that looks like a cursed spirit?"

"What I'm more shocked by is that it can be ridden! It flew Miss Shoko and Young Master Satoshi through the sky. That's way more agile than any airplane!"

Members of the Gojo clan were shocked by how versatile the Zanpakutō was.

At the same time, Minazuki's appearance began to circulate throughout Tokyo's jujutsu world. After all, the massive, flying, one-eyed manta ray had just flown from the Gojo estate to the Ieiri family, and every sorcerer in the area had seen it.

By the time Satoshi and Shoko dismounted from Minazuki, the other sorcerer clans had already guessed the creature's origin.

...

Zenin estate.

"That kind of technique really came from a Zanpakutō? Satoshi's power is getting more terrifying by the day."

Zenin Naobito turned to look at Jinichi standing nearby, sighing.

This time, the Zanpakutō had been forged in the Gojo clan's forge. Which meant that Tengen, over at the Tombs of the Star, had successfully received the Zanpakutō she sought.

This latest creation, a Zanpakutō capable of manifesting a living creature, marked yet another breakthrough in the Cursed Tool world.

"No wonder Ieiri Inamichi was willing to spend so much to acquire one, even when the price of Cursed Tools was skyrocketing. Turns out, he secured a promise from Satoshi himself."

"It's a shame. I wonder who'll get a Zanpakutō next?"

Jinichi muttered under his breath, clearly a little bitter. "Not necessarily. I heard that Satoshi forged four Zanpakutō all at once this time."

Jinichi's words made Naobito's expression freeze. His neck turned stiffly as he looked back at Toji, face filled with disbelief.

"How many?"

By their previous count, Satoshi had forged six, maybe seven or eight Zanpakutō so far. And now he had made four more in a single sitting?

Jinichi flinched slightly.

Even though he coveted the position of clan head, Naobito's authority in the Zenin family still carried weight. Jinichi wasn't yet strong enough to challenge him outright.

"Four. I heard it straight from Jinichi earlier."

Jinichi lifted his chest, trying to seem more confident. He was doing this for the clan's future. The Zenin family couldn't afford to lose someone like Toji.

Naobito didn't comment on Jinichi's private conversations with Toji.

Even if he knew Jinichi was hoping to use him as leverage to replace Naobito, it would still be worth it if Toji returned.

Four Zanpakutō. Four.

If more kept being distributed, the Zenin family's advantage would only keep diminishing.

When would the Zenin clan be able to obtain a Zanpakutō of their own?

The unmatched strength of Toji and his shadow-based Zanpakutō Katen Kyōkotsu remained a festering wound in the Zenin family's legacy.

...

Kamo estate.

Watching the one-eyed manta ray drift across the sky, Kamo looked on helplessly.

At this point, the shock Satoshi brought had almost numbed him.

If Satoshi were like Satoru—someone who relied solely on the Gojo clan's inherited Limitless technique—then he might have been able to stomach it.

But no. Satoshi had no cursed energy. He couldn't even use the Gojo clan's signature techniques.

This meant that the most powerful figure among the Big Three Sorcerer Clans... didn't rely on any of the traditional tools.

No matter how famed he became, both he and Toji—two sorcerers without cursed energy—had completely rewritten the rules of the Cursed Tool world.

Toji had used his unparalleled physical body to crush the pride of the Zenin clan.

And Satoshi... Satoshi might one day surpass even Toji, armed not only with a similarly invincible physique but also with the unparalleled power of Zanpakutō.

There was no doubt in Kamo's mind, Satoshi's future accomplishments would eclipse Toji's.

Kamo felt completely powerless.

Even if the Kamo family were to birth another user of the Blood Manipulation Technique, they would, at best, rival Gojo Satoru. But Gojo Satoshi? He was already in a different league.

That realization hit him like a hammer.

If only the Kamo family had twins...

Would one of them, perhaps, mutate like Satoshi had?

Were twins truly a curse to a sorcerer family?

He had always believed in the old superstition. But the Six Eyes twins, Satoru and Satoshi, shattered everything he thought he knew.

Now even he had begun to wonder—was it precisely because they were twins that Satoshi had manifested such overwhelming talent?

Twins. Mutation. Cursed Energy. Techniques. Heavenly Restriction...

His expression darkened.

The Kamo family didn't just need a child with Blood Manipulation.

They needed a pair of twins—twins that could bring forth a miracle like Gojo Satoshi.

(To be continued.)