His Priye ||Gojo Satoru x OC||

Chapter 38

3rd pov:

"Hey there, weed," Satoru said, his bright azure eyes locking squarely onto the pale stature of the land-based disaster cursed spirit standing amidst the crowd of terrified citizens on the train tracks. "This is the third time we've met, right? And yet you still underestimate the hell out of me. I'll kill you first."

Extending one of his legs over the edge of the platform, Satoru curled two of his fingers as he landed back onto the train tracks, beckoning the cursed spirits to him with a swift come-hither motion. "Come on, bring it. What's your problem? You're the ones who said,"

Satoru took slow strides towards the cursed spirits until he stood directly in between Hanami and Jogo. "Not to run, right?"

The cursed spirit duo was provoked to attack the sorcerer fearlessly standing mere inches away from them. Jogo attempted to throw a punch at Satoru but was surprised when the snow-haired sorcerer grabbed his arm to deflect his attack, flipping the volcano curse over his back as Hanami's foot swept near Jogo's face.

Satoru twisted the volcano cursed spirit onto his knees with his right arm securely locked in between the sorcerer's thighs, bending the cursed spirit's arm at an abnormal angle. "One, two..."

Jogo grunted in pain as his arm was torn off just above his elbow. Satoru grinned wolfishly at the sound of anguish the curse made as purple blood rained from the severed limb.

Hanami aimed to strike Satoru, attempting to capitalize on a temporary distracted moment, but the sorcerer made use of the arm he had torn off from the volcano curse to absorb the impact of Hanami's follow-up attack. Satoru ferociously kicked the disaster cursed spirit across the station, sending Hanami's body soaring backwards at a high rate of speed, demolishing through walls until the curse was able to steady himself.

"He's only targeting Jogo. So his earlier declaration was just misdirection? He's also... stopped using his Limitless technique! He's given up on adjusting his technique and started focusing on compact attacks using cursed energy manipulation in this space that's filling up with humans?"

Hanami disengaged Domain Amplification to activate his cursed technique, causing massive roots to split apart the cemented ground and emerge under his will. "However, that means there's no need to slip into the crowd. I can just use my technique!"

Hanami's roots were projected in the general direction of the white-haired sorcerer who was still giving chase to Jogo, which placed Hanami under a false sense of security.

Satoru turned with a devious smile on his face, his bright blue eyes wide and unhinged. While fleeing from the white-haired sorcerer, Jogo glanced over his shoulder, his lone pupil shrinking in size upon the realization that Hanami had fallen for Satoru's well-laid trap.

"Don't dismiss Domain Amplification, Hanami!"

Satoru breezed through the jungle gym of Hanami's roots, effortlessly eluding the rapidly interchanging roots with finesse. His feet planted on the top of Hanami's shoulders as Satoru's hands wrapped around the branches protruding from Hanami's eye sockets.

"This is where you're weak, right?"

The scream that tore from Hanami was guttural, matching the pain of the branches forcibly being ripped out from the disaster cursed spirit's body.

"I knew it. You can't use Domain Amplification and your Innate Technique at the same time," Satoru remarked as Hanami keeled over, purple blood oozing out of the now empty eye sockets. Satoru's eyelashes fluttered shut briefly before reactivating his Infinity, deflecting an attack manipulated by blood launched by Choso, who clicked his tongue in frustration as his attack missed its target for the second time.