"Sorry Amanai...I don't feel rage for you. Or anything, really. It's just...the world feels so beautiful right now." Gojo spoke to himself, floating in the air.
His body bent forwards, his very stance switching as his arms darted upwards, his right arm bending over his head as his left pointed downwards, his back stretched forwards as he spoke with a glistening tone.
"Throughout the heavens and the earth, I alone, am the honored one."
The benefit to techniques having been passed down so much is that they essentially have instruction manuals. The drawback, however, is how easily information gets leaked about techniques. He must have been a Zen'in, to know so much about his Limitless technique. But this..not even members of the Gojo clan know about it. Satoru crossed his fingers together, pointing them towards Fushiguro
"Take the amplified and the reversal, then combine those two elements to create and push out infinite mass."
Two drops, one blue, and one red, combined together. They created a sort of mirror effect as a ripple came forth, forming a light energy beam at Satoru's thumb and index fingers. His face was blank and infuriated.
"Imaginary Technique: Purple."
He let his hands free, and the beam of light came flying forth, straight towards Toji Fushiguro as the battle ended.
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The Honored One
General FictionA description of the events between Gojo and Toji Fushiguro
