"Teacher, teacher, wake up, teacher."
No one knew how long had passed before anxious calls rang in Gojo Satoru's ears, the sound gradually drawing closer from far away.
Who am I? Where am I? What exactly happened? Who is calling me?
Gojo Satoru's blank mind gradually began working again, trying to understand what had happened.
Immediately after, his nose smelled the familiar scent of medicine. His face hurt. He felt someone slapping his face over and over.
The sound was crisp and clear. Who was it? So lacking in martial virtue.
His vision also recovered little by little.
What entered his eyes, aside from Megumi Fushiguro and Maki Zenin, was a woman wearing a white coat, holding a cigarette in her mouth, with her right hand raised high and swinging viciously toward his face.
Gojo Satoru instinctively stepped back, avoiding the woman's slap.
"That's too much, Shoko. Were you trying to slap my handsome face swollen?"
Gojo Satoru recognized the other party. Shoko Ieiri, a friend he got along well with. But this friend was not very honest. While he had lost himself, she had shown no mercy at all. Who knew how many slaps she had given him?
But considering that she had been saving him, he would not argue with her.
A great man had great tolerance.
At the same time, when Shoko Ieiri saw that Gojo Satoru had completely recovered, she could not help clicking her tongue. One had to know that the opportunity to slap Gojo Satoru in the face might only come once in her entire life.
She had not even gotten her fill before Gojo Satoru woke up. Truly a pity.
"You're awake."
"Mm, I'm awake."
Gojo Satoru nodded and used Reverse Cursed Technique to heal the pain on his face. The burning sensation seemed to have been iced over and instantly vanished.
At the same time, Megumi Fushiguro and Maki Zenin, who were standing behind Shoko Ieiri, finally squeezed forward.
"What exactly happened, teacher?" Megumi Fushiguro asked curiously. "Why did you become so blank? And…"
"And what?"
"And who exactly was the person who brought you back?"
"Brought me back?"
Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean I was brought back by someone?"
"That's right." Megumi Fushiguro nodded.
"One man and two women."
"Yes," Maki Zenin replied.
Gojo Satoru could not help clicking his tongue, his face displeased.
"So I was let off."
Shoko Ieiri asked curiously, "What exactly happened? Why did you become like an idiot? If I hadn't checked your brain, I would have thought you had become a vegetable."
"And you just said you were let off. Don't tell me you ran into some troublesome enemy, then lost, and they spared you."
Gojo Satoru was very unwilling to admit this, but the truth was indeed so.
"That's more or less what happened."
"That really is surprising."
Shoko Ieiri took a deep drag from her cigarette, her eyes full of astonishment. She understood Gojo Satoru's strength far too well. He was ridiculously strong.
She had originally thought this guy was already the strongest monster in the world. Yet now, someone who could beat Gojo Satoru had actually appeared. It was truly absurd.
"Who was the other party?"
"I'm not too sure. I've never seen them before. But I do know the name of one of the women."
Gojo Satoru paused for a moment and said, "She called herself… Medea."
Shoko Ieiri could not help letting out an "aha," then said in surprise, "That name, seriously?"
Greek mythology was not some obscure mythology. It was widely known all over the world, especially in Japan, where the manga Saint Seiya had pushed Greek mythology to a peak of popularity.
She really could not understand what woman would give herself the name of the witch of betrayal.
"Right? Right? I also thought that name seemed rather unlucky."
Gojo Satoru deeply agreed. As expected of Shoko. Her thoughts were the same as his. Was this what they called great minds thinking alike?
"And then the moment I said that, she hit me," Gojo Satoru said very helplessly.
Shoko Ieiri noticed the key point.
"Wait. Don't tell me you were beaten by a woman."
"It wasn't to that extent. Although that woman was very strong, I was confident I wouldn't lose to her."
Gojo Satoru spoke with full confidence.
Shoko Ieiri looked thoughtful.
"If even you say that woman is strong, then that means she really is strong."
Megumi Fushiguro asked, "So who did you lose to, teacher? That man?"
Gojo Satoru gave a hum. A loss was a loss. Naturally, he would not make excuses.
Maki Zenin could not help sighing.
"It's really hard to imagine you losing, teacher. What move did the other party use to defeat you and turn you into an idiot?"
"Who got turned into an idiot?"
Gojo Satoru protested. He had not been turned into an idiot. He had merely lost consciousness. Students these days were really not cute at all.
Shoko Ieiri and Gojo Satoru had been classmates, had gone to school together, and had grown up together. She understood Gojo Satoru's personality far too well. She immediately noticed that this guy was dodging the question and unwilling to answer.
This aroused her curiosity, and she urged Gojo Satoru to explain exactly how he had lost.
Pressed until he had no other choice, after several attempts to change the subject were easily broken through by Shoko Ieiri, Gojo Satoru could only say helplessly, "It was his gaze. His gaze."
"His gaze? What do you mean?"
"I mean, when our gazes met, I lost consciousness. I even lost myself."
Shoko Ieiri's mouth unconsciously fell open. The cigarette between her lips dropped down, burned a hole in her white coat, and fell to the floor.
Megumi Fushiguro could not help commenting, "Wasn't that being instantly defeated?"
He had thought Gojo Satoru had fought the other party for hundreds of rounds, lost by one move, and been defeated.
But it turned out he had been instantly defeated by the other party. And the other party had used only his gaze.
Wasn't that a bit too absurd?
For some reason, seeing Megumi Fushiguro's expression of "this teacher was actually instantly defeated, how lame," Gojo Satoru really wanted to give him some loving education.
Just as his fingers stirred restlessly, attempting to have an intimate exchange with Megumi Fushiguro's head, Shoko Ieiri's voice came at just the right time.
"Wait. You mean you looked at him once, and after your gazes met, you lost consciousness?"
Gojo Satoru gave a hum and rubbed his chin.
"Thinking about it now, the other party should be proficient in a special technique that can launch an attack on my mind through his eyes."
"Because I had never encountered a similar attack before, I got careless and was hit."
"But the other party didn't seem to have any malice. Otherwise, you wouldn't be seeing me right now."
"A mental attack, huh? That's about what I thought. When I examined your brain just now, I found that your brainwaves were abnormally chaotic. I suspected you had suffered severe mental trauma."
As she spoke, Shoko Ieiri took off the white coat she was wearing. The cigarette had burned a hole in it just now, which ruined its appearance too much.
She casually threw the white coat into the trash can nearby and continued, "But I really didn't expect that the mental attack you suffered was transmitted through eye contact. No wonder you lost."
What normal person could imagine that the opponent's gaze could actually attack, and even launch a mental attack?
That was rather absurd.
At least Shoko Ieiri had never seen such an outrageous ability before. No wonder Gojo Satoru had been instantly defeated.
"You didn't lose unfairly this time. Be careful next time."
"Don't worry. No problem."
Gojo Satoru raised a thumb and laughed loudly.
The reason he had lost this time was because he did not understand the enemy well enough. He had never expected the enemy's eyes could attack people. It was just a moment of carelessness.
Next time, he would not fall for it so easily. At worst, he simply would not look at the other party's face.
Someone else might find that troublesome, but Gojo Satoru was very confident in himself, because the Six Eyes had a three-hundred-sixty-degree field of vision. Even if he did not look at the enemy's face, he could still capture every movement the enemy made.
There was no need to worry about being ambushed or letting the enemy escape.
Next time, he would let that man know his true strength.
…
On the other side, Rowan, whom Gojo Satoru could not stop thinking about, had no idea that Gojo Satoru remained obsessed over losing to him and was nursing a grudge.
At this moment, he had long since thrown Gojo Satoru to the back of his mind and was studying the Ten Shadows Technique.
During the day, after using mind-control magic to control Gojo Satoru, Rowan threw Gojo Satoru to his students, Megumi Fushiguro and Maki Zenin, who had come looking for him.
Then he left gracefully with Medea and Nero.
However, before leaving, Rowan deliberately used his copying ability to copy Gojo Satoru's technique.
The Stopping Technique.
This thing's defensive power was astonishingly strong. It was even more useful than teleportation, and it was also an excellent tool for showing off. Naturally, Rowan would not miss it.
It was worth mentioning that when he handed Gojo Satoru over to Megumi Fushiguro, he deliberately patted Megumi Fushiguro's shoulder.
Then he copied another ability from Megumi Fushiguro.
That was the Ten Shadows Technique he was currently studying.
The Ten Shadows Technique was one of the ancestral techniques of the Zenin family, one of the Three Great Jujutsu Families. By forming hand shadows, the user could summon corresponding shikigami.
The Ten Shadows Technique could summon ten completely different shikigami. It looked very powerful, but in reality, it was just so-so.
It could even be described as flashy and impractical. In Rowan's eyes, most of the shikigami were simply unable to withstand a single blow.
There was only one shikigami that truly caught Rowan's attention…
Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga.
In short, Mahoraga.
He was Rowan's ultimate purpose in copying the Ten Shadows Technique.
He was also one of the greatest bugs in Jujutsu Kaisen.
Anyone who had watched Jujutsu Kaisen knew that Mahoraga's appearance was hard to describe.
His head had no eyes, with four wing-like structures on both sides. A tail was attached to the back of his head, the Sword of Exorcism was attached to his right arm, and a helm-like wheel was attached above his head and behind his back.
Abstract.
Truly abstract.
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