Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

140 ~ Hundred And Forty

Disclaimer: This chapter contains spoilers about a specific character from the manga—read at your own risk!

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[Y[aga's brow furrowed, clearly intrigued but skeptical. "What do you mean she's erasing herself from existence?"

The strongest's cerulean eyes remained fixated on the screen, watching every movement, every flicker of your cursed energy with an intensity that betrayed his usual laid-back demeanor. "Unless a sorcerer has the Six Eyes, it's pretty difficult for anyone—even the most skilled sorcerers—to sense a certain level of cursed energy from another sorcerer, whether it's active or passive."

Gojo gestured subtly toward the image of you on the screen, still locked in combat with Kinji. "What she's doing here... she's developed a two-way cursed energy manipulation. It's different. Unique."

Nanami, standing stoically as ever, furrowed his brow. "I'm not sure I follow."

Gojo tapped his forehead lightly, still engrossed in thought. "To put it simply, she's like a machine with two energy sources—one from her own reserves and one from an external source. Think of it like a phone with 50% battery. Normally, you'd use it until it runs out, right? But if you plug in a charger—an external source of energy—you're fueling it from the outside. That's what she's been doing."

Nanami, seemed to give his explanation some thought before asking, "And what's different now?"

A faint smirk tugged at Gojo's lips, a glimmer of something akin to admiration flickering in his eyes. "That's the good question. A regular sorcerer's cursed energy flow works from internal to external—negative emotions get refined, creating cursed energy, which then gets used to fuel their techniques. In her case, she's taken it further."

He pointed toward the screen, watching as you dodged Kinji's attacks with uncanny precision. "Up until now, she's been absorbing external cursed energy—mixing it with her own reserves, like the phone charging analogy. But now..." His voice trailed off as the realization hit.

"She's separating the two. She's lowered her internal cursed energy to almost nothing, relying purely on external sources. This allows her to effectively erase her own cursed energy signature. If she was somehow practicing one-way cursed energy manipulation before, now she's mastered something entirely new—a two-way manipulation."

Nanami's eyes narrowed, trying to absorb the full weight of what Gojo was saying. "So, she's using the cursed energy of her opponents without using her own?"

The strongest nodded. "Exactly. She's draining energy from Kinji and using it against him. Unless someone has the Six Eyes to read her internal energy signature, she's practically invisible. Kinji's own cursed energy has become her weapon."

Shoko, leaning back in her seat, let out a dry but impressed laugh. "That's sick."

On the screen, you moved with a newfound fluidity, your cursed energy now barely a ripple in the air, masked so perfectly that even Kinji, with his honed instincts, seemed momentarily disoriented.

By the time Gojo finished explaining, you had already re-engaged in combat with Kinji, landing blows with precision and speed that left even the seasoned sorcerers watching in awe. Each strike felt more intentional, more calculated—almost as if you were feeding off Kinji's energy and turning it back on him.

Nanami crossed his arms, his frown deepening. "If she's using his cursed energy, can he fight back?"

Gojo smirked. "Not if he doesn't realize it. By the time he figures out what's happening, it'll be too late. She's erasing her presence while manipulating and wielding his. It's like fighting a ghost."

A collective sense of unease settled over the room as the realization sank in. You were no longer just a formidable sorcerer—you were something far more dangerous.

Shoko shook her head slightly, muttering under her breath, "We're going to need a bigger hospital if she keeps this up."

Gojo chuckled, but his eyes remained sharp, watching your every move on the screen. " I have a feeling she's just getting started."

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You exchanged a flurry of blows with Kinji, your movements sharp and calculated, like a practiced martial artist in the heat of battle.

Kinji matched you at first, blocking, countering, even throwing in a few jabs of his own. But gradually, you could feel a shift in the flow—a rhythm breaking. Your attacks seemed faster, more unpredictable, almost chaotic. Kinji's face twisted in frustration as he struggled to keep up.

You ducked under his punch and leaped back, smirking as you saw the moment of realization flash in his eyes. "You noticed it, didn't you?" you teased, breathless but steady. "I'm faster now. Less predictable, right?"

Kinji narrowed his eyes, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "What the hell are you talking about?"

You grinned, leaning forward slightly, almost mocking him. "I haven't gotten faster. You've gotten weaker."

His eyes widened as the words hit him like a ton of bricks. He took a step back, glancing down at his hands. His cursed energy was draining faster than it should've. His defenses, his strength—it was all dwindling.