Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half-Chapter 197: Brothers Fight

But Satoru was sure of it—that was definitely his brother, Satoshi.

No one could imitate Satoshi under the scrutiny of his Six Eyes.

"Satoshi, you're finally awake," Satoru said with a grin. "While you were asleep these nine years, I've been working hard. You've been left in the dust."

Satoru stood tall, his Six Eyes glowing a deep blue as he gazed at Satoshi. His voice was calm, but a trace of excitement bled through.

Outside the room, Tengen leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk on her face. Though she had claimed she wasn't interested in their touching brotherly reunion, she still chose to observe.

But to her surprise, something about this meeting felt... off.

...

I didn't even know I was asleep for nine years.

Satoshi instantly understood the meaning behind his brother's words.

He could see it—Satoru's burning fighting spirit flickering in those eyes.

"Come," Satoshi said. "It's a good time to stretch my limbs."

This idiot of a brother, if he wasn't taught a lesson soon, he might tear the roof off next.

In truth, Satoshi hadn't regressed in the slightest during his nine years of slumber.

On the contrary, with the system's assistance, three of his four core disciplines—Zanjutsu, Hakuda, and Hohō—had already been maxed out, and his Kidō proficiency had also reached perfection.

Now was a perfect opportunity to put it all to the test against Satoru.

Satoru wasn't careless either.

Brilliant Cursed Energy slowly began to flow in his eyes—a sign that his Six Eyes were fully activated.

He stepped forward suddenly, and cracks spread across the marble floor beneath his feet.

"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue," Satoru said coldly.

A surge of Cursed Energy erupted from the room.

Satoshi raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seemed Satoru had devoted himself to mastering Cursed Techniques over the past nine years.

Compared to back then, his growth was undeniable. He could now be called the strongest in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery.

However, as a member of the Gojo clan, Satoshi was very familiar with Blue. He didn't believe it would land.

Satoshi smirked. "Is that all? Just Blue?"

But just as the words left his mouth, Satoru's figure suddenly vanished from sight.

Satoshi's eyes narrowed slightly in surprise.

A wave of chilling Cursed Energy surged from behind him.

A high-level application of Blue—using it to achieve near-instant movement.

That was a lot of progress.

Unfortunately, even without Cursed Energy and unable to use Blue, he had his own ways.

Just as the Blue singularity was about to consume him.

Satoshi vanished.

Faster than Satoru's movement, without any trace of Cursed Energy.

In that instant, even Satoru's Six Eyes couldn't track Satoshi's movements.

Blue exploded where he had just stood, blasting a crater into the marble floor.

By the time Satoshi reappeared, their positions had already reversed.

"So fast," Satoru muttered in awe.

Had he gone too far? Satoshi had just woken up—if he got injured, he might sleep another ten years.

But judging by the current situation, he was clearly overthinking it.

Even after nine years, Satoshi was still... Satoshi.

Not someone to take lightly.

At the moment they crossed.

Satoshi launched, fists flowing like water towards Satoru.

Blessed by his Heavenly Restriction, his top-tier physical body moved with frightening power. Even though his muscles hadn't fully recovered, each punch could devastate.

A single clean hit might be enough to settle the match. But this was a spar, not a death match.

Satoru wasn't fazed.

A smirk tugged at his lips as his body twisted and weaved, dodging every powerful strike with perfect timing.

Not a single punch landed.

His current evasive skill was the result of years of relentless training.

It hadn't been for nothing. He had even undergone Hakuda training from Toji alongside Satoshi.

He had been pushing his physical body to the limit over the years, and it showed.

It was far more conditioned than Satoshi's sleep-deprived frame.

...

Watching from outside, Tengen's eyes widened slightly.

"These two Gojo brothers are monsters."

One stood at the peak of technique—Six Eyes and the Limitless.

The other, blessed by Heavenly Restriction, ruled with unmatched physical prowess and zero Cursed Energy.

The clash was breathtaking.

"Still.... It doesn't seem to be automatic at the moment."

"It's smart not to use it too soon. If he exposes the weakness, and Satoshi drags the fight out, the constant strain on Satoru's Cursed Energy and stamina could finish him."

If Satoru wanted to overcome the limits of using Six Eyes without collapse, he had to master the Reverse Cursed Technique.

Tengen sighed quietly.

But that technique was no easy feat.

To her knowledge, no one in the Gojo Clan had mastered Reverse Cursed Technique at Satoru's age.

In her eyes, Satoshi had the upper hand.

She shook her head slightly.

...

Back in the room.

Satoshi narrowed his eyes as he tracked Satoru's shifting posture.

He, too, possessed Six Eyes, and his perception was no weaker than Satoru's. Every time he struck, he anticipated his opponent's reaction.

His punches sliced through the air like a storm. And despite being in better shape, Satoru began to look faintly strained under the pressure.

"Satoru, why don't you just admit defeat? Then I can go easy on you," Satoshi said with a teasing smile.

They were both experienced fighters.

He could tell that Satoru had already fallen into a passive rhythm.

But Satoru simply grinned.

"Satoshi, don't underestimate your brother."

"Your brother is a genius!"

Of course, he loved his little brother dearly. But he had his own pride too.

Just as Satoshi's punch came whistling down.

Satoru's expression shifted. Then he looked up with a smile.

"Satoshi, let me show you my new ability... Limitless: Infinity."

While the Infinity was active, any approaching object would gradually slow down the closer it came to him—and might even come to a complete halt at the final moment.

"Satoru... you've come far."

"And you're no slouch either, Satoshi."

Satoru stopped dodging. He allowed Satoshi's Heavenly Restriction-empowered fist to descend.

His expression grew calm.

(To be continued.)

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