Threads of Infinity chapter 19: Shattering the Boundaries
this kinda gory just a warning!
Toji stood at the edge of the shattered battlefield, his eyes gleaming with a predatory focus. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his breath steady despite the chaos around him. Gojo was still standing, still brimming with power, but something had shifted. The assassin's instincts told him that Gojo was underestimating him, and he knew how to exploit that.
Gojo's Infinity still surrounded him, an impenetrable barrier, but Toji's smirk widened as he reached behind him. His hand gripped the familiar hilt of the Inverted Spear of Heaven, the cursed tool that could nullify even the most indomitable of techniques. The spear shimmered in his grasp, and for the first time since the fight had started, a flicker of concern passed over Gojo's face.
"What's that?" Gojo's voice was light, teasing, but there was a slight shift in his posture. His eyes flickered as he processed the threat of the spear. "I didn't think you'd use that so soon."
Toji didn't reply. He knew the words didn't matter. The action would speak for itself.
With a sudden, violent lunge, Toji charged forward. His body moved faster than the eye could track, an explosive force of cursed energy behind every step. Gojo's Infinity shimmered in the air, an invisible wall ready to block the attack. But the spear… the Inverted Spear of Heaven wasn't just any weapon. It was a tool designed to bypass even the most complex techniques.
Gojo's eyes narrowed, his senses screaming at him to react. The Infinity flickered around him, but the spear surged forward with unnatural speed, cutting through the very fabric of space. The space itself warped under its power.
In a single, fluid motion, the Inverted Spear of Heaven pierced through the Infinity, an eruption of energy cracking through the protective barrier Gojo had spent years perfecting. The spear's cursed energy cut through the air like a blade of destiny, and in the blink of an eye, it impaled Gojo's neck.
Gojo's expression remained unreadable for a fraction of a second before the shock hit him. Blood began to spill from the wound as the spear drove deeper into his flesh, the edges of the blade cutting through his cursed energy like a knife through butter. His breath caught, his mind momentarily spinning as he realized what had just happened.
"Impossible…" Gojo muttered under his breath, his hand instinctively clutching the spear that now pinned him in place.
Toji didn't stop. His eyes gleamed with a cold, calculated fury. He twisted the spear, driving it deeper, as if savoring the moment of overcoming the impossible. Gojo's immense power had always been a threat—his limitless Infinity, his overwhelming cursed energy, and his Six Eyes. But now, the tides had shifted.
"Don't look so surprised, kid," Toji growled, his voice low and taunting. "No one is invincible. Not even you."
Gojo gasped, struggling to keep his stance as the spear's cursed energy sapped his strength. For the first time in a long while, the sorcerer felt… vulnerable. His Infinity had been bypassed, the one thing he had relied on to protect him from everything. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a familiar intensity. He wasn't finished. Not yet.
But Toji's attack wasn't over. He pulled the spear out, only to slam it back in with all the force he could muster, driving it into Gojo's neck again. Gojo's breath quickened, his body struggling against the overwhelming force. His Infinity was in tatters, the balance of power skewed in Toji's favor.
From the shadows, Tsukasa observed silently. His intense blue eyes flickered as he watched Gojo's desperate struggle. He felt no sympathy, no remorse. Humans were weak, and even Gojo—no matter how powerful—was still vulnerable. To Tsukasa, this was merely another display of strength, and he was here to learn.
As the spear dug deeper, Toji's smirk grew wider. Gojo was strong, yes, but he wasn't invincible. And Toji had always prided himself on finding the cracks in even the most perfect of things.
Gojo's chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, but his eyes, despite the pain, burned with determination. Infinity flickered faintly around him, but the spear held true. If he was going to survive this, he would have to act fast. And right now, every second counted.
Toji's grin never wavered as the Inverted Spear of Heaven remained lodged deep in Gojo's neck. His fingers tightened around the spear's handle, and with a brutal twist, he dug the blade deeper, savoring the blood that spilled in an uninterrupted flow. Gojo's body jerked with the impact, his breath coming in short, strained gasps as his Infinity flickered, unable to regenerate quick enough to defend against the unrelenting onslaught.
With a cruel twist of his wrist, Toji pulled the spear out, the edges of the weapon leaving a jagged wound behind. Blood spurted from the open gash in Gojo's neck, dripping to the ground in a steady stream. The pale skin around the wound turned sickly, marked by the faint pulse of cursed energy emanating from the spear's curse-nullifying presence.
Gojo's vision blurred for a moment. He staggered slightly, disoriented, his usually unshakable stance wavering.
But Toji was already moving again. He spun the spear in his hand, stepping forward with lethal precision. Without giving Gojo any time to recover, he thrust the spear downward, the point aimed directly for Gojo's chest.
The spear plunged deep into Gojo's torso with a sickening crunch, slicing through muscle and bone alike. Toji twisted it violently, opening the wound wider before ripping it free. Gojo stumbled back, gasping for breath, his hands clutching at the fresh gash in his chest, but before he could get a moment's reprieve, Toji's foot came down hard, sending him crashing to the ground.
Before Gojo could react, Toji was already on top of him, moving with relentless speed. He drove the spear into Gojo's right leg, five quick thrusts in rapid succession, each puncturing the muscle, bone, and tendons, causing Gojo to scream in agony as his leg buckled beneath him.
Gojo's leg collapsed, unable to support his weight. He fell to the ground, his body tense and trembling with pain. His fingers dug into the dirt as he struggled to maintain his focus, but the damage was done. His movements were slower now, his strength sapped from the continuous assault.
Toji stood over him, a malicious grin pulling at his lips as he eyed his next move. He could see the fear in Gojo's eyes, a rare sight, and it only fueled his hunger for victory.
With a deliberate slowness, Toji reached into his cloak and drew out another weapon—a second sword, this one thin and sleek, coated in a dark, cursed aura. Gojo's eyes widened, the last shred of his composure cracking as Toji aimed the blade at his skull.
"No more games, Gojo," Toji sneered, his voice low and filled with venom. "This is where it ends."
Gojo's breath quickened, and for the first time, he truly felt the weight of his mortality bearing down on him. He was unable to move, his cursed energy battered by the onslaught, and Infinity was useless against the spear's cursed nullification.
But there was a fire in Gojo's eyes—a defiance that could not be extinguished. Infinity flickered faintly, a desperate attempt to create distance, but his body betrayed him, and the spear held him in place.
Toji's sword descended.
Toji stepped back slowly, wiping the blood from the edge of his spear with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. He looked down at Gojo, who was writhing on the ground, still trying to summon enough energy to fight back, but the fight had been drained from him. The young sorcerer's body was broken, the once untouchable force of nature reduced to a crumpled heap of flesh and bone.
The blood-soaked ground beneath them seemed to pulse in the silence that followed, an eerie quiet settling over the scene. Toji's grin widened. He took a final look at the incapacitated Gojo, the air around him thick with the lingering aura of power. There was no regret, no hesitation. This was the price of overconfidence, the cost of treating the world as if it owed him everything. Gojo had thought himself invincible, but now…
Now he was nothing more than prey.
Toji turned, the satisfying weight of victory heavy in his hand. The battle with Gojo was over, and now it was time to deal with the others. His next target was clear. Riko Amanai was still alive—barely—and Geto was far too dangerous to leave unchecked. The sorcerers in this place were just as much a threat, a challenge that Toji would not let go unaddressed.
He glanced down at the spear in his hand and felt a twinge of satisfaction. There was still much to be done. But Gojo's defeat would send a message. A message to the others. They were all next.
Toji's eyes narrowed as he began walking away, his pace deliberate but calm. Every step was one of purpose, each movement infused with the knowledge that Gojo's fall was only the beginning. As he walked away from the site of the brutal fight, the shattered remnants of the young sorcerer's pride, his focus shifted toward his next goal—Amanai and Geto.
They wouldn't escape him. Not like Gojo.
The air was heavy with the scent of blood and destruction as Tsukasa approached the scene. The battle had been brutal, and from the lingering cursed energy in the air, he could tell the fight had been a clash of titans. His cold blue eyes scanned the surroundings, noting the faint traces of blood on the ground, the jagged marks where Gojo had fallen.
He had been watching from the shadows, following the exchange between Toji and Gojo with an almost detached interest. The conflict had ended swiftly, the mighty Gojo crushed beneath the weight of the assassin's relentless assault. Tsukasa had felt the shift in energy when Gojo's technique faltered, and though the outcome was clear, he couldn't tear himself away from the spectacle. The strongest sorcerer, humbled.
And now, Gojo lay at the center of it all.
Tsukasa walked forward, his feet making no sound as he crossed the battlefield, stepping over shattered stone and broken earth. He approached the prone figure of Gojo slowly, observing the damage done. The cursed energy that had once surged around Gojo like an untouchable shield was now absent, leaving the man vulnerable.
Tsukasa's gaze lingered on the body. There was no sign of the invincible power that had once defined Gojo. Instead, only a broken husk remained. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the earth. His body was riddled with wounds—the fatal stabs from the Inverted Spear of Heaven and the numerous other injuries inflicted during the brutal assault.
Tsukasa's expression remained impassive, but the sight stirred something in him. There was no remorse, no pity. Gojo had been an obstacle, a figure Tsukasa had once thought would serve as a stepping stone to his ultimate goal. But now… now he was simply a casualty in the grand scheme of things.
Without any hesitation, Tsukasa knelt beside Gojo's body, examining the state of his injuries. He extended his hand toward Gojo's face, his fingers brushing against the still-warm skin. A flicker of something strange passed through Tsukasa's mind, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. It didn't matter. Gojo had failed.
The Six Eyes. Tsukasa's own eyes flared with energy as he gazed down at Gojo's lifeless form, comparing the two. The faintest trace of a smile flickered at the edge of his lips. He would surpass Gojo. It was only a matter of time.
Tsukasa stood up, brushing his hands off as he took one last glance at the fallen sorcerer.
"You were the strongest, Gojo," Tsukasa murmured under his breath, his voice low but steady. "But now, you're just a lesson."
With that, he turned away, walking back into the shadows. The world had shifted. A new era of power was about to begin, and Tsukasa was its harbinger.