Gojo didn't care about Blueno's silence. The stillness around him felt almost deliberate, as if the air itself had paused. He shifted his gaze to the Den Den Mushi in Blueno's hand, its tiny eyes staring back, and said calmly, "So… you on the Den Den Mushi—you were the one behind my assassination. Right?"
On the other end, Spandam had already heard everything—the exchange, Blueno's silence, and, most importantly, the confirmation that Kumadori was dead by Gojo's hand.
For a brief second, there was only the faint static of the line.
Then Spandam's voice exploded through the Den Den Mushi, sharp and furious. "You bastard! Do you think you are the strongest just because you killed one of my agents? I will find you—" his breath hitched with rage, "—and tear you into pieces!"
Gojo's expression didn't change. Not even a flicker.
A faint breeze stirred his hair as he spoke, almost lazily, "Why go through the hassle of finding me?" His eyes narrowed slightly, a quiet edge slipping into his tone. "Just tell me where you are. I'll come to you."
A brief pause.
Then, colder—"I'm more than willing to kill trash like you."
On the other side, Spandam's grip tightened around the Den Den Mushi. Arrogant… he thinks this is a joke. A crooked, confident smile spread across his face. No one—no one—would dare to walk into that place.
"Fine," he said, voice dripping with mockery and certainty. "If you've got the guts, then come to Enies Lobby."
The Den Den Mushi's eyes seemed to narrow along with him.
"I'll be waiting."
…As soon as Gojo heard this, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips—cold, almost amused. "Very well then… wait for me," he said, his voice calm yet carrying a quiet promise of violence. "I am coming for you. I am coming to Enies Lobby."
A brief pause followed, the air around him growing heavier.
"I will have your head for trying to have me assassinated… and for disturbing my sleep for so many days." His eyes gleamed faintly. "You piece of trash, just you wait."
His gaze flicked toward Blueno, sharp and indifferent.
"And you can say goodbye to your horn-haired agent… because he will be dead in the next few moments."
With that, there was nothing left to say.
In one smooth motion, Gojo's hand moved to the sword on his back. The faint scrape of metal sliding against its sheath cut through the silence as he unsheathed it—clean, effortless.
The next instant, he vanished.
No sound. No warning.
One moment he stood at a distance—
the next, he was directly in front of Blueno.
Blueno's eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Instinct screamed.
Without hesitation, he released the Den Den Mushi. It slipped from his grasp and hit the ground with a dull thud, its tiny face frozen in shock. At the same time, Blueno's body moved—light, fluid—using Paper Art to shift backward, his form bending unnaturally as he tried to evade the incoming strike.
But Gojo's attack was already there.
Precise. Calculated. Inevitable.
Through Observation Haki, Gojo had already seen the path Blueno would take—the exact motion, the exact angle, the exact moment. His blade adjusted before Blueno even completed his movement.
There was no escape.
A sharp, clean sound sliced through the air.
And in the next instant, a horizontal cut appeared across Blueno's chest.
…
Blueno was pushed back several steps, his shoes scraping harshly against the ground before he finally came to a stop. A thin trail of blood followed his movement. For a split second, his chest rose sharply—then his eyes hardened.
Defense won't work… not against him.
He had already understood it. Gojo's sword strikes were too lethal, too precise. Even if he focused entirely on defense, the chances of surviving—let alone winning—were almost nonexistent. And more importantly… he needed time.
Time to create a door.
But time was exactly what Gojo Satoru would never give him.
Blueno's jaw tightened. If defense was meaningless, then there was only one option left—overwhelm, distract, create even the smallest opening.
Abandoning all defense, Blueno lunged forward and unleashed Finger Pistol with both hands. His index fingers blurred, stabbing forward at blinding speed, the air itself trembling under the rapid barrage.
Dozens of strikes shot toward Gojo.
Every single one of them stopped.
Just inches away.
An invisible boundary—untouchable, absolute—halted them in place. The Limitless stood between them like an unbreakable wall.
Blueno's pupils shrank. Again… that ability…!
And in that fleeting moment of desperation—when his stance overextended, when his focus wavered—
Gojo moved.
A single, fluid swing.
His blade cut through the space between them with terrifying ease, aimed directly at Blueno's stomach. There was no wasted motion, no hesitation—only certainty.
The sword passed through.
Clean.
For a heartbeat, everything stilled.
Then blood burst forth from Blueno's abdomen, spilling down in a dark, spreading arc.
But in that exact instant—just as the strike landed—something shifted.
A faint distortion rippled through the air beside Blueno.
Gojo's eyes narrowed slightly. So, you still managed it…
Even while attacking, even while taking that blow, Blueno had already created a door in empty space. The outline snapped into existence, and the door swung open immediately—revealing the pitch-black void beyond.
Using the very momentum from Gojo's strike, Blueno's body tilted, already slipping toward the opening. His movements were desperate, yet precise—everything committed to escape.
If he entered that door, he would vanish into the Door-Door dimension.
And that… was something Gojo had no intention of allowing.
And Gojo was already prepared for this.
On the tip of his left index finger, a small sphere of blue light flickered into existence—unstable, dense, and humming with power. In the next instant, the Blue began to expand.
A low, distorted pull filled the air.
The tiles of the rooftop below them trembled—then tore free.
With a violent crack, chunks of stone and wood were ripped apart and dragged toward the growing Blue, the roof collapsed as debris spiralled through the air. Dust exploded outward, swirling in chaotic currents.
Blueno, who had already stepped into the door—half his body swallowed by the void—felt the sudden shift.
His eyes widened.
The pull was irresistible.
Instead of slipping into the Door-Door dimension, his body was yanked backward, dragged out of the doorway as the gravitational force seized him completely. His fingers clawed at empty space, but there was nothing to hold onto.
In a blink, he was forced back into reality.
Right in front of Gojo.
Got you.
Gojo didn't waste even a fraction of a second.
Taking full advantage of that single, decisive moment, he stepped in and thrust his sword forward—clean, direct, merciless.
The blade pierced straight through Blueno's neck.
A sharp, wet sound echoed.
At the same time, the door hanging in the air trembled… then snapped shut, vanishing as if it had never existed.
Silence followed.
Blueno's fate was sealed.
Even after all his struggle… even after his calculated gamble—abandoning defense, launching a desperate assault, masking his true intent… and at the very last moment, creating a door with his Door-Door Fruit to escape using the momentum of Gojo's own attack—
All of it had been for nothing.
The faint sound of debris settling filled the air.
And just like that, Blueno died.
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