With just a single strike, Mahoraga's body was smashed into pieces—only its head remained.
A one-hit kill.
And the effect of the card… lasted twenty-four hours.
Simply put, Cyr had basically received a 24-hour trial card for unmatched combat power.
If before, he was already strong—but still needed to drag things out in a fight with someone like Gojō Haru, unable to kill him outright—now…
Well, actually, he still couldn't.
Gojō Haru also had Limitless after all, and Cyr's attacks couldn't touch him—just as Gojō Haru's attacks couldn't touch Cyr.
If the two of them fought now, it'd just be a boring match of tossing skills back and forth without anyone losing a single drop of blood.
In a way, this guy was Cyr's most troublesome enemy.
Unless… he could do what Sukuna did—grasp the dimensional slash that cut through space itself, and ignore Limitless entirely to slice Gojō Haru in two.
But if picking up spatial slashes were that easy, he'd have learned it already.
"Are you going to fight me?" Cyr looked over at Gojō Haru.
"..." The white-haired, blue-eyed man sighed lightly. Though over thirty, he still looked like a teenager.
"Not my turn. Not yet," Gojō Haru said softly, hiding his face behind a folding fan.
It wasn't time for him to step in—not just yet. Because before that…
Cyr had become the enemy of all Heian-kyō.
Enemy to both jujutsu sorcerers and onmyōji alike. The Emperor himself decreed: whoever could kill him would be rewarded.
Even the Gojō Clan received a mild but unmistakable warning.
Because the one who demolished the Zen'in Clan in broad daylight… was doing it under the name Gojō Cyr.
Since then, Gojō Haru shut himself away, and the Gojō Clan's jujutsu sorcerers said nothing.
Because they too had no idea who Cyr really was. For the past decade, no one had heard of such a person—he just appeared out of nowhere, and immediately stirred up chaos.
Cyr's first reaction upon learning he'd become a public enemy of Heian-kyō?
"Did I just hijack Sukuna's storyline?"
Second reaction?
"Is this how you treat the strongest?"
Annoying.
Being the strongest wasn't something you said—it was something you proved.
If you could kill so many people that no one dared challenge you, and everyone acknowledged you as the strongest—that was enough.
"They say every jujutsu sorcerer and onmyōji in Heian-kyō once tried to take on Sukuna, but they all lost. That old bastard never tasted defeat…" Cyr murmured, facing yet another new wave of challengers.
Where was Sukuna in this timeline, anyway?
Had he not made his appearance yet?
The sorcerers clearly hoped to exhaust Cyr's cursed energy, taking turns in a relay-style assault, one after another.
He'd originally planned to head to the Kamo Clan, but their constant interference had delayed him.
So Cyr decided not to rush.
Instead, he picked a spot and set up a dueling ground.
Whoever came, he'd face them.
It even attracted a lot of… spectators.
They didn't dare show up in person, but used various methods—shikigami or remote-viewing techniques—to observe from afar.
He crushed one batch, and another came right after.
If Sukuna could take on all of Heian-kyō alone, so could Cyr.
In fact, his mechanics were even more broken than Sukuna's.
Limitless, Six Eyes, Inverted Spear, Reversed Cursed Technique, and the ability to secretly chant incantations using his second mouth.
Two sets of Six Eyes doubled the burden—but also doubled the mana recovery rate.
Even if the fight lasted three days and nights, his cursed energy wouldn't run out.
Not to mention Technique Burnout.
To push him to Technique Burnout, you'd have to—at the very least—call in both Gojō Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna.
Only then might you force him to that limit.
But among the people here? Not a single one could rival those two.
Cyr had killed so many that even he started to worry there wouldn't be any room left for Sukuna to shine later.
So when he finally decided to stop, Gojō Haru appeared before him.
"…You defeated both elite squads from the Fujiwara clan—Team Sun, Moon, and Stars, and the Five Illusory Generals. Even the Abe Clan's elite suppression team, Nesshitsu Town Guard, fell to you…" Gojō Haru sighed again.
He felt like he'd sighed more in these past few days than in his entire 30-some years combined.
"What are those?" Cyr blinked in confusion.
He'd long forgotten the fine details of the manga. The only thing he remembered clearly was Sukuna cutting Gojō in half.
As for the rest of it… what was it again? Didn't matter.
"…Why didn't you kill them?" Gojō Haru hesitated, then finally asked
He had thought Cyr spared those people because he knew their backgrounds.
Killing some jujutsu sorcerers or onmyōji without major affiliations wouldn't invite retaliation. But killing elites from powerful families… was a surefire way to provoke vengeance from their clans.
Yet when Gojō Haru remembered how this guy flattened the entire Zen'in Clan in broad daylight—wiping out one-third of their elite and leaving the remaining two-thirds barely alive—he lost all courage to confront him directly.
It really did seem like Cyr didn't care at all about so-called family power.
"…What if I told you I never intended to kill anyone? Would you believe me?" Cyr let out a dry chuckle.
He truly had no particular fondness for killing. It was just… unavoidable.
If he didn't kill, they wouldn't submit. If they didn't submit, they'd resist. If they resisted, they'd waste his time.
So naturally… he had to kill a few chickens to scare the monkeys.
Besides, he didn't plan to kill everyone and end up a lonely hermit.
He had to leave some people alive—as slaves, at the very least.
So long as someone had the sense not to die for pride, not to obsess over taking him down, not to run straight into death, he basically spared them.
He didn't even interfere when others dragged the wounded off for treatment.
He could've easily finished them off, but he didn't.
That alone showed—he was actually pretty mild-tempered.
"…And yet now I have no choice but to show myself," Gojō Haru didn't press why Cyr hadn't finished them off—he simply sighed again, helpless.
"After I die… the Gojō Clan is yours."
White-haired and blue-eyed, the man made his declaration.
??????
Cyr stared at this man who hadn't even started the fight and was already discussing his will. His mouth twitched.
Excuse me? If I kill you and you leave the Gojō Clan to me… what kind of tragic fool does that make you?
"Huff…" Gojō Haru exhaled, then suddenly opened his tightly shut eyes.
"Domain Expansion — Colorless Pure Land."
The azure sky faded into the background. His pale blue eyes became the true battlefield.
Opening with a domain—made sense.
Because Cyr did the same.
"Domain Expansion — Malevolent Shrine."
Boundless blue clashed with deep, oppressive red. They canceled each other out, neither side willing to give ground.
In battles between users of Limitless, whoever expanded their domain first typically had the upper hand.
But if they activated domains at the same time—it came down to whose cursed energy was greater and whose domain covered more ground.
One thing Cyr hadn't expected: Gojō Haru's domain wasn't the same as Gojō Satoru's Infinite Void.
Just as Gojō Haru hadn't expected Cyr's domain to be a hellscape of blood pools and scattered bones.
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