Sith let out a short sigh.
"Alright, Gojo-sensei, the most handsome."
Her tone remained flat, almost as if she had already lost interest in the conversation.
"If you came just to lecture me about the cursed artifact…"
She paused briefly.
"I think I've heard enough."
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his blindfold.
"Oh?"
Sith took a step forward.
"I have no business with you."
A second step.
"And the thing you mentioned—"
A third step.
"—is mine now."
Gojo remained standing casually.
"Hmm."
He raised a single finger.
"That's actually the problematic part."
Sith stopped exactly one meter away from him.
"Your problem."
The next moment—Sith's movement vanished. Her body reappeared instantly right in front of Gojo.
Her leg shot forward in a sharp kick aimed straight at his face.
Yet—the movement halted.
Not because it was blocked.
Not because it was restrained.
Her leg… simply stopped in midair.
A few centimeters from Gojo's face.
As if there were an invisible wall between them.
Sith furrowed her brow.
She tried to push harder.
Yet the distance didn't change one bit.
"…?"
She pressed again.
Still, it wouldn't move.
Her leg felt as if it were caught on something that didn't exist.
Sith twisted her ankle slightly, attempting to pull back—
But her leg still wouldn't budge.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly.
For the first time since their encounter… a look of confusion appeared.
"What… is this?"
Satoru Gojo stared at the leg "hovering" a few centimeters from his face.
Then he grinned widely.
"Ah."
He raised his hand and lightly tapped the air in front of him.
Tap.
As if knocking on invisible glass.
"Welcome to Infinity."
His tone was casual—almost cheerful.
He looked back at Baobhan Sith with a mischievous smile.
"Usually, it takes people longer to realize they can't touch me."
He tilted his head slightly.
"But you went straight for a kick to my face."
Gojo chuckled lightly.
"Quite brave, Ojou-chan."
Hearing that, Sith's lips curled into a scowl.
It was clear the girl was irritated.
"Let go…" she snapped sharply.
Gojo only smiled wider—making his expression even more aggravating in Sith's eyes.
Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Sith's ankle, still hovering in midair.
His grip was casual. Too casual. As if it were the most normal thing in the world. Yet it made Sith's expression grow even colder.
"Quite bold of you…!?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Now you're complaining?"
He tapped lightly on Sith's leg as he held it, as if inspecting a shopping item.
"Hm. Nice kick, though."
Then the smile on his face shifted.
Sharper.
More dangerous.
"But you aimed at the wrong target."
In the next instant—Satoru Gojo's movement changed drastically. His grip tightened.
With a single clean and brutal spinning motion, Gojo twisted his body while pulling Baobhan Sith's leg.
BOOM!
Sith's body slammed into the concrete floor with overwhelming force.
The impact was so immense that the floor immediately cracked and collapsed.
Sith spat a mouthful of blood.
Her eyes widened.
Pain shot sharply through her entire body.
The concrete didn't just break—her body plowed through two floors below before finally crashing onto the ground level of the abandoned building.
Dust and chunks of concrete erupted into the air like a small explosion.
All of it happened in nearly an instant.
About 0.1 seconds.
Silence returned to the floor where Gojo stood.
He strolled casually to the edge of the massive hole he had just created.
Dust slowly fell from the cracked ceiling.
Gojo glanced back into the pit.
Then he chuckled lightly.
"Interesting."
He rolled his shoulders casually.
"Just met for a moment, and already playing hide-and-seek."
A faint breeze blew through the broken windows of the building, stirring the lingering dust in the air.
Gojo raised his hand and tapped lightly on the edge of the concrete hole.
"If you're still around here—"
He paused for a moment.
A small smile spread across his face.
"—I'm even more curious now, Ojou-chan."
{Note: So… do you like it now? 😆 Sith just got smacked by Satoru Gojo 😏}
***
In the distance, Baobhan Sith emerged from the trembling space—like ripples suddenly disturbing the calm surface of a lake.
The air rippled briefly.
Then settled once more.
Sith's body leaned against the damp brick wall in a quiet, narrow alley. She raised her hand, wiping the blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth.
The red trace vanished immediately.
Her natural regeneration worked swiftly—internal wounds closing one by one, as if time itself had been rewound. The pain that had coursed through her moments ago remained only as a frustrating memory.
A few strands of her red hair fell over her face.
Her eyes narrowed.
Within that gaze—not just irritation.
But pure anger.
"…That human…"
Her voice was low, yet loaded with pressure.
She didn't even know his name.
Yet the face was already etched clearly in her mind—the white-haired man with a black blindfold, far too casual for someone who had just demolished two floors of a building.
Sith's fingers slowly curled into a fist.
"I swear…"
Her voice dropped, growing colder.
"One day… I will trample his body under my feet."
The air in the alley seemed to tense for a brief moment, charged by the lethal intent she had just spoken aloud.
But a few seconds later—Sith exhaled softly.
Her expression returned to neutral, almost as if nothing had happened.
She straightened her dress with a casual motion.
Then pushed herself away from the wall.
Her steps were light as she walked out of the narrow alley into the busier streets of the city.
No signs of a fight.
No signs of defeat.
No signs of a chase.
From the outside, anyone watching would think a foreign girl was simply strolling through the city.
Yet deep in her mind—the face of Satoru Gojo had already been placed on a very short list.
A list of people she would one day personally take revenge upon.
***
World: God Eater.
The night shrouded the Russian sky in darkness.
Rain poured relentlessly, accompanied by flashes of lightning that occasionally split the low-hanging black clouds.
Each roll of thunder echoed among the city ruins, as if the world still remembered the sound of its own destruction.
This world had long since lost its former face.
The once-majestic civilization now remained only as a decayed shadow—a period in history known as the era of devastation in the God Eater world.
As far as the eye could see, nothing remained but debris.
Tall buildings rose like giant skeletons abandoned by time.
Cracked and broken streets stretched endlessly, while rusted old vehicles sat frozen in place, like silent monuments to a dead world.
Shattered glass was scattered across the wet asphalt, faintly gleaming each time lightning struck the sky.
Yet the city's ruin was not the most striking sight that night.
It was the carcasses of monsters strewn everywhere.
Aragami bodies lay scattered across streets, sidewalks, and even clinging to the walls of collapsed buildings.
Some of their bodies were brutally torn apart.
Others were pierced through massive holes, as if struck by an overwhelming force.
Their blood mixed with rainwater, flowing through cracks in the streets, forming dark streams that slowly disappeared into the broken sewers.
The scene resembled the remnants of a massacre storm rather than an ordinary battle.
Amid the rain drenching this dead world, a shadow began to stir.
A long black silhouette stretched across the surface of the street, creeping forward, slithering like a living creature without a fixed form.
It split through puddles, climbed over concrete debris, and crawled up the walls of cracked buildings.
One shadow became two.
Two became dozens.
The tendrils of darkness gathered toward a single point—the top of a tall building that still stood among the city's ruins.
There, a figure stood.
A young woman, seemingly untouched by the shattered world around her.
Her black gothic dress swayed gently in the night wind. Long black hair danced slowly in the rain, as if even the droplets were reluctant to truly touch her.
A pair of heterochromatic eyes gazed upon the ruined world with no emotion.
Calm.
Almost… curious.
The shadows below the building continued to move, as if responding to her presence like soldiers returning to their queen.
And in the cold night, the figure simply stood still.
The woman was Kurumi Tokisaki.
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