Cursed Legacy: Sayuri Gojo

第11章

Note: The interaction between Nanami and Yuji is so cringe, please don't read it T_T :(

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Gojo could have taken down the curse in two seconds, but his teacher instincts kicked in or just the want of entertainment of seeing Utahime's student fight . He turned to Kamo. "You take this one," he said, leaning back into the wall.

Kamo, always eager to prove himself, nodded and stepped forward. He readied his blood manipulation technique, his eyes locking onto the curse. "Alright, let's see what you've got," he muttered, a serious expression on his face.

The curse lunged at Kamo, but he deftly dodged its attack, countering with a swift strike of his own. His blood manipulation technique sliced through the air, cutting into the curse and making it howl in pain.

"Not bad," Kamo said, feeling a surge of satisfaction. But his victory was short-lived. From the shadows, another Grade One curse emerged, its presence dark and oppressive. "Geez, how many curses are here?" he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of the situation.

Before Kamo could react, the new curse lunged at him, its speed overwhelming. He tried to parry the attack, but it was too quick. The curse's sharp claws sliced into his side, sending him staggering backward.

"Dammit," Kamo groaned, clutching his bleeding side. He gritted his teeth and summoned more of his blood manipulation, trying to fend off both curses. He managed to wound one, but the second curse was relentless, closing in for another strike.

Seeing Kamo struggling, Gojo's eyes narrowed. "Chill, chill" he said, his tone same. In a blur of motion, he stepped in, his power unleashed. The curses didn't stand a chance. Within twenty three seconds, he had obliterated them, leaving nothing but dust and echoes.

Gojo knelt beside the wounded Kamo, lifting him effortlessly. "That was fun, wasn't it?" he muttered, shaking his head. He placed a hand over the wound and began using his reversed cursed technique to heal him.

As the greenish glow of the technique enveloped Kamo, Gojo's phone buzzed. It was a signal from Iori that Sayuri had been rescued. Relief washed over him, but his focus remained on Kamo.

"You know," Gojo said to the semi-conscious Kamo, "you owe me one. I could have just let you bleed out and taken a nap, but no, here I am, saving your butt."

Kamo's breathing steadied, and the wound closed up, though he'd need more recovery time. Gojo slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Why do I always end up carrying you guys? You're not exactly light, you know."

With Kamo secured, Gojo made his way to the rendezvous point. As he moved, he thought about the rest of the team. He trusted Nanami to protect Yuji with his life. For some inexplicable reason, Nanami treated Itadori like his long-lost son. It was endearing and amusing, watching the normally stoic Nanami show such paternal instincts.

Gojo chuckled to himself. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about those two," he mused. "Nanami would probably throw himself in front of a train for Itadori. Good thing too, considering how often that kid gets himself into trouble."

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At this point, they had enough information about their adversaries to conclude they were dealing with idiots. "Idiots," Nanami muttered to himself. From a short distance, he heard a faint call.

"Nanamin! Otōsan!"

"Shh! Wha—what did you just call me? Did you just call me Ot—"

"Shhh, look," Itadori interrupted, pointing ahead. Nanami followed, dropping the question that would bother him for the rest of his life.