Six-Eyes revealed what the tiny dots in the sky were – machines. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of machines – some larger than others.

A rain of war machines and pods and all sorts of mechanized things that could've only served a single purpose. Satoru had to hand it to these guys. Even after losing a very good chunk of their fleet, they still were more than prepared to throw down. Respect to them for that. Satoru wasn't sure if this attack was hubris or if it was some kind of suicidal last charge. Either way, the Imperials weren't getting anywhere close. But, he also had to consider the possibility of this being some kind of genius faint or some shit. After all, if something was too good to be true, then it wasn't. In this case, the Imperials, these Adeptus Mechanicus, throwing themselves headfirst into a heavily-defended portion of the Craftworld was a little too good to be true.

So, there just had to be a plan of some kind, maybe a separate force of stealthy robots?

Satoru didn't know. But it was something he'd consider. "Make sure they don't touch the ground."

He wasn't sure if they were waiting for him, but the Aeldari started firing their weapons just as Satoru spoke those words. Weird laser beams and spinning metal blades and all sorts of projectiles came flying out and met the Mechanicus invasion force head on. Almost immediately, thousands of explosions lit up the sky. Satoru grinned as he gathered a large amount of Cursed Energy into his right pointer finger. "Maximum Output: Blue"

Satoru then sent the Cursed Technique surging towards the sky, where it grew larger and larger as more and more mass was drawn into its violent pull. Drop pods and legged machines and all sorts of things were pulled to its center, hundreds of them, where the very fiber of their being was ripped apart by the unimaginably powerful forces at the central mass of Blue, rendering metal and flesh and circuitry to little more than their constituent molecules, before those molecules themselves were violently ripped apart and slammed together over and over again. Satoru grinned. It was like a blackhole in that regard.

And so he sent another three more, just for good measure, each one growing larger and larger, forming a protective screen over the defenders as more and more of the invaders simply disappeared into the pull of Blue. Satoru must've already killed thousands of them by this point and yet they kept on coming, regardless of how many of them were shredded to bits by the Aeldari weapons or crushed into particle-sized bits by the blobs of Blue. A funny side effect that was that Blue reduced the number of falling debris simply by absorbing them, stuff that definitely could kill if one was unlucky enough to get hit by them.

Still, no matter how large the attractive masses were, more and more of the enemy vessels and machines slipped through, having just enough protection to survive the storm of projectiles unleashed by the Aeldari. That said, by Satoru's very conservative estimate, more than sixty percent of the Mechanicus forces were decimated before they even hit the ground; though, honestly, it was probably closer to seventy percent. The Aeldari were blasting away as well and their weapons were no less deadly. Still, in a very amusing twist of events, the remaining thirty percent still numbered in the high-millions, meaning the enemy was going all in on this attack.

Satoru smiled. "All or nothing, huh?"

He could respect that.

A large, humanoid machine landed about two hundred meters from their position. It was an odd-looking thing, hunched over, bulky, its arms made entirely of massive guns – one looked like a giant flamethrower and the other looked like a giant minigun. It stood around twenty meters tall. Satoru had no idea what it was, but goddamn it was cool as hell. Was it a mecha? He'd never been a big gundam fan, but even he could see the appeal of big robots that go brrrr. The massive humanoid machine lumbered forward. Six-Eyes revealed the strange shield around its form, which flickered each time it was struck by an Aeldari weapon. Interesting. Would it survive if he struck it with a Hollow Technique: Purple?

Only one way to find out.

Satoru gathered the energies of Red and Blue and produced the imaginary mass of Purple, which appeared atop his hand just as the humanoid machine of war began unleashing massive spurts of fire and death, its minigun unleashing about a thousand bullets a minute, each one the size of a damn soda bottle. Dozens of Aeldari warriors died within moments, their bodies reduced to bloody chunks as the massive bullets carved through them, just as the great plumes of flame reduced them to ashes. Brutal. But, such was war. Satoru's eyes narrowed as he unleashed the Purple Mass, which immediately traveled forward, towards the humanoid titan.

Time slowed to a near-halt as the gargantuan machine's shields flickered and disappeared, and the Purple Mass tore right through its center, a massive hole suddenly appearing in its chest, oil and other slick fluids bursting and streaming out just before the big cool robot fell down, probably dead. And if it wasn't dead, then it probably couldn't move anymore, anyway so win-win. Satoru smiled. "Ah, good thing that worked."

Because Satoru hadn't been entirely certain that Hollow Technique: Purple was enough to overload it's shield in a single blast. Well, in hindsight, Purple was anathema to anything that existed, be they matter or energy; Hollow Technique: Purple destroyed all in its path.

And then, ten more of the same gargantuan, humanoid machines appeared, cracking the ground at their feet as their massive frames crashed right onto the solid pavement after falling and blazing from the sky. But that wasn't the most exciting part. No, the most exciting part was the fact that these ten iron giants were accompanied by scores of lesser giants, each one standing three times taller than an Astartes. And there were dozens of them, armed with cannons and shit. And with them came even smaller machines or... were they cyborgs? Didn't matter. These ones numbered the greatest.

"Finally," Satoru muttered. "Now, it's fun."

He charged forward, but stopped almost immediately as a gargantuan blast of silver lightning reduced half of the enemy ground forces to ashes. Satoru's eyes widened for a moment as a rush of high-density Cursed Energy exploded in every direction. Powerful, he concluded, but lacking in expression and focus – cast by someone who wasn't experienced with their own power. A quick trace of the power revealed that it'd been thrown by Caoimhe, who – for the first time – was using her full power. Her fingers were smoking and the ground around her had cracked apart. The lightning blast was so powerful, in fact, that it'd dug out and gouged a deep and terrible furrow upon the ground, the fallen bodies of the machines and the cyborgs smoking and blackened between the gaps.

"Hell yeah!" Satoru surged forward, grinning as thousands of Aeldari Warriors charged with him, having drawn their melee weapons as their souls blazed with fanatic fervor and faith, rippling shields of Cursed Energy springing to life around them.

"In the name of the Britheim! Send them to PARADISE!" Someone screamed and, soon enough, that became the war cry of every single Aeldari warrior around him, chanting the words as they surged forward.

Satoru cringed and tuned them out.

Even after Caoimhe's devastating lightning blast, there were still plenty of enemies on the ground and plenty more coming from the sky. The battle was far from over. After all, there were thousands and thousands and thousands of drop pods and vessels screeching over the horizon, brute-forcing their way onto the surface of the Craftworld. The anti-aircraft emplacements and artillery could only do so much to halt the sheer numbers of the Mechanicus Forces. But, honestly, Satoru was glad for that. It meant he could let loose a little. And the Aeldari were a lot better fighters than most Jujutsu Sorcerers; he wouldn't have to worry too much about friendly-fire.

Satoru ran first into the breach, sending Curse-Enhanced punch into the heart of one of the tall machines, a flash of black, radiating like lightning.

The Black Flash.

His senses and his Cursed Energy sharpened immediately, honed by the Black Flash. Satoru raised his hand and willed forth a Maximum Cursed Energy Blue, pulling hundreds of the robots, large and small, towards him. The titans were unaffected, but the weren't his target just yet. Those gargantuan things required constant support; otherwise, they were just really big targets. So, his goal was to get rid of the support units so that Caoimhe and the other Aeldari could just blast the cool big mech-bots to death.

His speed enhanced by truly ludicrous amounts of Cursed Energy, thanks to all embers of the Aeldari Souls he'd absorbed, Satoru simply punched them all to death, his fists breaking through their armor as though he was punching wet paper. Some of them shattered entirely, spraying oil and bits of metal everywhere; others crumpled, flesh and bone shredded by a single punch. He then sent the corpses flying away with a quick burst of Red, further breaking their bodies apart. Explosions and laser fire and all sorts of things rocked the battlefield around him, the very air itself hissing.

Satoru smiled as a thought suddenly came to him. With the number of enemies around him, practically running and charging and shooting from every conceivable direction, could he practice some of the alternative forms of his Cursed Techniques that'd been dying to test? Well, shit, the answer was yes. All he had to do was avoid friendly fire. Easy.

First experiment: Red

Satoru gathered Reverse Cursed Energy and willed forth Red, the inverse of Infinity, the Repulsive Force that acted as the polar opposite of Blue's Attractive Force. Instead of immediately throwing it out as he usually did, Satoru focused and honed the energy into a fine point, forcing it flow through a metaphysical tube of sorts, thin and narrow. When he unleashed it, Red emerged in the form of a beam, like superman's laser, but without the heat, piercing through anything and everything it hit, without deleting objects from reality as Purple would've done. It was essentially a projectile, moving faster than any bullet.

Not interesting. Not worth the effort of shaping.

And also not nearly as effective as an explosion, but still kind of useful, depending on the situation.

It killed hundreds of the Mechanicus forces; so, he couldn't complain too much about that, Satoru supposed.

Bullets and shrapnel stopped inches away from him as he walked forward. A gaggle of the smaller titans charged right at him, their weapons unleashing thousands of bullets in a single moment. None of it reached him, of course. Not with Infinity between himself and all danger. Satoru calmly walked forward, before he raised his hand and willed forth Blue.

Next experiment, then.

Satoru took the Blue and began spinning it, a metaphysical whirlpool forming in his mind's eye. With the aid of Six-Eyes, alongside his nigh-absolute control over his own Cursed Energy, making the mass spin and swirl took no effort at all. The hard part was ensuring those captured by the gravitational pull weren't sucked and crunched into the central portion of the Blue mass. Smiling, Satoru unleashed the Cursed Technique onto the enemy ranks.

Almost immediately, the Blue Vortex began dragging the smaller machines into itself, but without fully folding and condensing them into a central mass. Instead, they just spun, helpless, unable to escape the prison of gravity that'd overtake them. The best part was that, without a central mass, its Cursed Energy cost was essentially merely a fifth of a regular Blue, which meant Satoru could make it as big as he wanted. The Aeldari warriors were quick to take advantage of the chaos as they turned and fired their weapons at the Mechanicus robots caught in the vortex.

Meh, it was an okay variant of Blue – good for capture and control. 6/10

Before he could do anything else, the skies lit up, once more, as Caoimhe unleashed another lightning bolt that engulfed thousands of enemy forces, the ground shaking and rumbling as even a few of the titans were caught and brought low, falling to the ground as arcs of electricity cackled around and over their massive forms.

And then, Satoru paused. A strange presence descended from the sky. A red drop pod, different from everything else he'd seen, thus far, because the damn thing was covered in Cursed Energy. And it wasn't the same sort of Cursed Energy the Aeldari used, either. No, this one was way more familiar.

Satoru grinned. "Oh, now, it's interesting."

It was Jujutsu - the form of Jujutsu that Satoru was intimately familiar with.

The drop pod hissed open and an Astartes in wine-colored armor stepped out. But that wasn't all. There were black patterns and symbols on the power armor. Satoru chuckled. He must be going crazy because those patterns were the same as Sukuna's tattoos.


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