A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

The fight ends (65)

Gojo's laughter reverberated like thunder, a symphony of battle lust that fueled the intensity of their clash. His vibrant blue eyes gleamed with an eccentric light, a reflection of the unrestrained joy he found in the chaos of combat.

He felt alive, he felt so glad that he currently was being overwhelmed...this truly was fun, he could finally let loose and not worry that the person he was fighting would die...

"Now that's what I'm talking about, Kenzo! This is the kind of fight that gets the blood pumping!" Gojo shouted, his words punctuated by the exhilaration of the ongoing battle. The forest's mystical space seemed to pulse with the sheer energy emanating from Gojo's unbridled enthusiasm.

His grin widened into a wild, manic expression as he continued to revel in the frenzy of their confrontation. "Let the madness unfold, my prodigy! This is where the real fun begins!" Gojo's eccentricity reached a fever pitch as mentor and student clashed with an intensity that transcended the boundaries of conventional sorcery.

In the mystical battleground, the clash between Gojo and Kenzo escalated into a brutal beatdown, both sorcerers unleashing a relentless exchange of blows. Fist met flesh with bone-crushing force, and the air reverberated with the echoing sounds of their strikes.

Gojo, wielding the Reverse Cursed Technique, exhibited an almost nonchalant resilience to the onslaught. Every injury inflicted upon him seemed to undergo a rapid reversal, the energy of the Reverse Cursed Technique knitting his wounds and restoring him to pristine condition. The air around him shimmered with the telltale signs of the technique's potent healing.

Kenzo, fueled by unyielding determination, poured everything into his offensive onslaught. Shadows whirled around him as his shadow warriors joined the relentless barrage. Each strike aimed to pierce Gojo's defenses, to inflict damage faster than the Reverse Cursed Technique could mend.

The battleground became a chaotic symphony of violence, the forest echoing with the sounds of impact and the visual display of sorcerous might. Blood, shadows, and the raw essence of their magical clash painted the narrative of a battle that transcended the boundaries of conventional sorcery.

In this brutal contest, the mystical space crackled with the energy of their struggle, a dance of ferocity and resilience that unfolded beneath the ancient canopy, a testament to the unyielding spirit of mentor and student locked in a relentless pursuit of supremacy.

Gojo's words reverberated with an undeniable battle lust, an insatiable craving for the raw ecstasy that combat brought. His laughter, a wild symphony amidst the chaos, resonated with the unrestrained joy of a true battle enthusiast.

"That's it, Kenzo! Embrace the madness! The thrill of the fight, the clash of powers – there's nothing like it!" Gojo's voice, tinged with exhilaration, cut through the sounds of their brutal confrontation. His eyes, ablaze with the intensity of the moment, seemed to devour the spectacle with an insatiable hunger for more.

As the beatdown continued, Gojo's eccentricity reached new heights. "Let the battle lust consume you, my prodigy! Feel the rush, savor the pain, revel in the chaos!" His words carried a fervor that bordered on the primal, an unbridled celebration of the visceral joy that only a true battle could bring.

Gojo's laughter, a wild and unrestrained cacophony, echoed through the mystical space as he seized the opportunity to escalate the brutality of their clash. His vibrant blue eyes glinted with a manic light, a reflection of the battle lust that surged within him.

With a swift and almost playful movement, Gojo closed the distance between himself and Kenzo. His laughter heightened in intensity as he effortlessly grabbed Kenzo by the neck, fingers closing around it with a vice-like grip. The manic joy in Gojo's eyes contrasted sharply with the severity of the situation.