That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer

Chapter 39 - The Split

As I cradled Satoru's head on my lap, the sun blazed high above us. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, and I let out a tired huff. My gaze remained fixed on our adversaries, determined not to let them get the upper hand. Satoru lay still, his breaths barely perceptible. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, causing my body to tremble, not out of fear, but from the sheer intensity of the moment.

The beach, once bustling with activity, now lay deserted. The wreckage of ships scattered around us served as a somber reminder of the fierce battle that had taken place. Some of the vessels had been swept back into the ocean, their broken hulls and upturned frames evidence of the chaos that had unfolded.

"What is it about that man? Surely he's not worth all of this." Kenjaku asked, sitting back on his makeshift throne of driftwood. I hated seeing that smug grin on Suguru's face. Suguru would never make a face that cruel. “You've struggled for nearly twenty years now, correct? What is it that draws you to him so strongly?”

"Well… I suppose my desire for his happiness is what defines me at this point. That and my greed for his love.” I said, still focusing hard on healing Satoru.

“How long do you think you can keep that up for?” Kenjaku chuckled, “If you stop for even a moment, you know he'll die. And if you die right now, you'll be leaving your daughter without parents in this loop.” He tutted, shaking his head slowly, “Such a predicament. Whatever will you do?”

He was right, Satoru's head was still pierced through, right between his eyes. My healing was working, but it wasn't a fast process when I had to keep myself healed as well. I never anticipated him jumping in front of Kenjaku's shot, let alone the bullet actually piercing through the infinite space. Kenjaku was smart enough to keep his method of doing that a secret from me, and not foolish enough to come any closer to us.

Spirit Satoru stood over the legs of the current Satoru, creating a stalemate as he shielded us. His aura shone brighter than usual, swirling with light like the active six-eyes. Despite his stillness, his stance revealed his readiness to react, yet I could detect the hint of apprehension in his eyes.

I felt light headed as blood drained not just from my abdomen, but also from the wound I was actively healing on both of us. Satoru had bravely positioned himself in front of me, attempting to shield us from the shot, but it pierced through both of us. He was already on edge from battling the two unforeseen intruders from alternate timelines, and naturally, Kenjaku anticipated his intention to safeguard me and our unborn baby.

Spirit Satoru held off the invaders, while Naobito and Naoya Zen'in remained exhausted from their battle against Satoru and me. Both of them had sustained severe injuries, and Satoru had full intentions of eliminating them. However, it was Kenjaku's unexpected gunshot that temporarily incapacitated Satoru.

As I continued to mend, I was well aware that time was running out. My gaze shifted towards my abdomen, realizing that the injury alone wouldn't be fatal for me, but it posed a grave threat to our unborn child if I halted the healing process. However, if I were to stop on him , Satoru's life would be in immediate danger. It seemed inevitable that he would have to be the one to receive the healing, as there was simply no other choice.

Sorry, little one. Hold on if you can.

I channeled my healing energy away from my stomach, directing it solely towards Satoru. I took great care in doing so, ensuring that Kenjaku remained oblivious to my altered intentions. My legs tightened, knowing that I had to act swiftly. Once Satoru regained his strength, he would spring into action, and I had to find a secure spot. The quicker I could remove myself from harm's way, the better his chances of eliminating them.