Everyone present could see the sickly, flushed smile spreading across the woman's face.
"It's so warm."
"As I thought, the warmth of entrails is truly enchanting."
"If it were yours, it would likely be even more intoxicating."
The woman raised the hand gripping her kukri and extended her pink tongue, licking the fresh blood from the blade.
"I'm not exactly the type of person who opens my heart to others so easily," Gojo Satoru said, raising a palm and waving it toward her.
"Though, we are actually quite similar."
"Don't you agree?"
Under the lamplight, the woman could clearly see what appeared to be a wound on his hand, as if pierced by a sharp weapon.
However, that wound was now healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the span of a single blink, it had fully recovered, looking as though he had never been injured at all.
'For a wound of this level, a single second is enough? The consumption of cursed energy is also minimal.'
'Calculated at this rate, even a whole arm should only take two or three seconds.'
Since obtaining the Reverse Cursed Technique from the grand gift pack, Gojo Satoru hadn't really had the chance to use it.
While the woman's self-mutilating method of attack just now had been somewhat unexpected, he could have reacted to it if he had wanted to; it didn't pose any real threat. The only reason that wound existed was because he wanted to test the technique's effects.
Judging by the results of the test, it was quite good—satisfactory, even.
Furthermore, there was a power within this woman's body that felt very similar to a Cursed Spirit's curse. It was the presence of this power that seemed to grant her regenerative abilities.
This was the perfect opportunity to experiment with the other effects of the Reverse Cursed Technique.
In just that short amount of time, the wound on the woman's abdomen had also completely healed. Her skin was once again fair and smooth, showing no sign that she had ever been injured.
"What on earth is going on?" Subaru Natsuki muttered, staring at the woman in a daze.
"She's practically a monster."
Old Man Rom rubbed his head, a flash of lingering fear in his eyes. Looking at her now, he realized that even if he had managed to strike her with his club during their previous fight, she probably would have recovered. But him? He didn't have any special abilities like that.
"Old Man Rom."
Gojo Satoru's voice rang out at that moment.
"If I accidentally cause a little bit of damage or something, that should be fine, right?"
"Give it everything you've got, young Gojo! As long as you can deal with this person, a little collateral damage is nothing."
Old Man Rom knew full well that if Gojo Satoru couldn't handle this woman—given the killing intent she had displayed—not a single person here would escape. They wouldn't even be able to stall for time. Whether it was one-on-one or all against one, they were absolutely no match for her.
Against such a terrifying enemy, never mind a little damage; even if Gojo tore down the entire warehouse, it would be worth it! Nothing was more valuable than staying alive.
"You're certainly much more generous than a certain someone," Gojo Satoru said, glancing back and making a finger-heart over his head with both hands, his words clearly pointed.
"At a time like this, can't you just focus?!"
Felt obviously knew he was talking about her. Like a cat that had its tail stepped on, she snapped back immediately.
"Relax, relax."
"Trust me."
"Someone of this level is no match for me."
"Right?"
Gojo Satoru beckoned the woman over with a hook of his finger, speaking with a beaming smile.
"I like men like you, who can let me feel the temperature of their organs forever," the woman said, her expression dark and pathological.
"How about you? Do you like women like me? My wounds heal instantly; I can fight on indefinitely. Do you think there is any meaning in continuing to fight a woman like me?"
The woman spoke incessantly as she clashed her two blades together, sending sparks flying before launching her attack toward Gojo Satoru once again.
She didn't charge straight ahead as she had before. This time, she flickered continuously around Gojo's perimeter. Her speed was so great that she seemed to turn into an afterimage, looking even more ghostly in the dim environment.
"Now that you mention it, it is indeed a bit troublesome."
"However, when it comes to dealing with your type... I'm a professional."
Gojo Satoru ignored her various probing attacks and simply extended his right hand to the side. His palm was turned upward, fingers loosely curled, and an extremely minute point of pale blue light appeared in his palm.
The moment the blue light appeared, it began to brighten rapidly, bathing half the warehouse in that strange blue glow.
Even more startling was that along with the appearance of this blue light, the piles of junk scattered throughout the warehouse began to tremble involuntarily, as if being pulled by some invisible force.
"Is this... Satoru's ability...?"
Subaru Natsuki watched the scene, the words Gojo Satoru had once told him echoing in his mind.
However, compared to when he saved the child or taught those three thugs a lesson, the momentum now was clearly much greater. Before, he had settled matters with just a wave of his hand.
Gojo Satoru watched the small blue sphere in his hand, which had expanded to the size of a fingertip, as a thought flickered through his mind.
'Reverse Cursed Technique.'
Strictly speaking, this was the first time Gojo Satoru had formally combined the Reverse Cursed Technique with the innate techniques he already possessed. The self-healing from a moment ago was merely the reversal of cursed energy itself; this was the more refined application of the technique.
Now, what he was reversing was his most commonly used technique: [Blue].
To put it simply, that technique worked by strengthening negative energy—cursed energy—to create a force of attraction; the "gravity" he had explained to Subaru. At this moment, the junk in the warehouse was trembling because of that gravitational pull.
But when this technique was reversed, everything changed.
As the technique was inverted, the familiar blue light vanished. In its place, after a fleeting moment of silence, the light rapidly transformed into Red!
In an instant, the entire warehouse was engulfed in a crimson glow.
His previously flat palm now moved. Gojo Satoru held his hand upright and slowly tucked in his thumb, followed by his middle finger...
With each finger he folded, that eerie red light grew several degrees stronger.
Simultaneously, a terrifying aura spread through the warehouse. It was an indescribable sense of pressure—a majesty so overwhelming it made it difficult for anyone to even harbor the thought of resistance.