Kamo Residence.
Kamo Shinji stared at his wife with a displeased expression.
"This generation of the Gojo family has produced two individuals with Six Eyes. One of them inherited Limitless and will definitely become a powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the future."
"The other has created an unprecedented Zanpakutō system!"
His face was filled with frustration. As the head of the Kamo family, not a single one of the children his wife had borne for him could inherit the family's Red Blood Manipulation technique.
"The Kamo family's Red Blood technique must be passed on!"
"You must give me a child who inherits the Red Blood technique."
Listening to her husband's impotent fury, Kamo Mio looked on with disdain, not taking his words to heart in the slightest.
"Whether I can give birth to a child who inherits the Kamo clan's technique depends on you, doesn't it? I don't have the Kamo family's blood, so stop blabbering."
"You men always like to blame women for your incompetence."
"Is it our fault the Kamo family has declined to this point?"
Kamo Mio shook her head dismissively, turned, and left, not even granting Kamo the respect due to a clan head.
Kamo Shinji's face turned red with anger, but he could do nothing against his wife.
She came from a prestigious clan herself, and his words often held no weight in front of her.
Uncle still hasn't returned. The Gojo family has forged a Zanpakutō this time… Surely uncle had a chance to observe it, right?
As the only Grandmaster Blacksmith, could Uncle learn the forging process behind this so-called Zanpakutō? If he could grasp it, perhaps the Zanpakutō could temporarily compensate for the lack of an heir who can inherit Red Blood Manipulation...
Shinji looked out at the moonlight and the blazing flames rising from the Gojo compound, his expression a mixture of regret and anticipation.
But what he didn't know was that Kamo Shin, who had been watching the entire forging process at the Gojo residence, was already drowning in despair…
…
Inside the forge, Kamo Shin's body trembled as he raised a finger to point at Gojo Satoshi. His cracked lips opened slightly, but no words came out.
As a master blacksmith, how could he not recognize the power of the Cursed Tool in Gojo Satoshi's hand?
Just a few minutes ago, he had been mocking Gojo Satoshi for failing to reforge the Special Grade Cursed Tool Kagerō into a Zanpakutō, even feeling relieved that he had survived the attempt.
But now, in just a matter of minutes.
He had experienced the true meaning of joy turning into despair.
Why?
Why did Gojo Satoshi incorporate the Shōso phase during the forging of the Zanpakutō, allowing the weapon to finally take shape?
Kamo Shin truly couldn't understand it.
The Shōso phase, his greatest trump card, had now become the very measure that decided his fate.
He had eliminated countless potential threats using that technique.
So in the end… was he to die because of it?
How did Gojo Satoshi achieve this? How could the fusion of a Cursed Object and a Cursed Tool forge such a mysterious Zanpakutō?
Even after watching the entire process, he still couldn't grasp the principles behind forging this blade.
He finally understood why Gojo Satoshi had been so calm, even allowing him to observe up close.
Feeling the cold stare of Gojo Kumaen beside him, Kamo Shin knew, his fate was already sealed.
…
Kumaen pressed his lips together. In his heart, he was both shaken by the flame-like sword and quietly pleased at Kamo Shin's inevitable downfall.
Forging Ryūjin Jakka had been extremely difficult, but its terrifying capabilities more than justified Gojo Satoshi's years of effort.
In truth, Gojo Kumaen even harbored a heretical thought.
That Gojo Satoshi's Ryūjin Jakka might be even more outrageous and rare than the Gojo clan's Six Eyes.
Before Ryūjin Jakka's creation, he had thought that Gojo Satoshi's success in forging a Zanpakutō was due largely to his possession of the Six Eyes.
But now, standing before the pressure of Ryūjin Jakka, those thoughts vanished.
No matter how rare the Six Eyes were, how could they give birth to something more powerful than this?
The true root of everything was Gojo Satoshi himself.
The Gojo family was born blessed, all because of him.
Because of Gojo Satoshi's existence, the Zanpakutō came into the world. Whether he had the Six Eyes or not, the blade would still have been born in his hands.
Satoshi was destined to become a world-changer.
And if the Gojo family wanted to reap the greatest rewards in the future, they needed only to follow Gojo Satoshi's lead.
At this moment, Kumaen solidified his belief.
He would not stand in Gojo Satoshi's way, he would lead the Gojo family and become his strongest supporter.
As for Gojo Satoru… all he could do was sigh inwardly.
Compared to Gojo Satoru, it was clear that Gojo Satoshi was the one most suited to lead the Gojo family.
This traditionalist had completely overturned the beliefs Gojo Kumaen once held.
Cursed Energy?
In front of Gojo Satoshi's Ryūjin Jakka, and faced with Zenin's overwhelming physical prowess, Cursed Energy was nothing more than a gift the heavens gave to the mediocre.
People like them could only barely glimpse Gojo Satoshi's true strength with the aid of Cursed Techniques.
As for Kamo Shin, who stood against the tide, in Gojo Kumaen's eyes.
He was already a dead man.
…
Before Ryūjin Jakka, Satoru, Toji, and Shunichi all tightened their grips on their own Zanpakutō.
Just like the blade in Yagyū Saemon's hand, all three of their Zanpakutō were trembling ever so slightly.
The Zanpakutō are afraid!
The three of them exchanged glances, seeing the shock mirrored in each other's eyes.
They had known that the Zanpakutō forged by Gojo Satoshi was powerful but never imagined that it would induce fear in their own Zanpakutō.
"All things in the world return to ashes!"
Satoru murmured Ryūjin Jakka's release phrase. Even the words of its Shikai exuded overwhelming dominance.
Toji continued to calm Katen Kyōkotsu, his expression gradually returning to composure.
Satoshi had already surprised him time and time again. He knew there would be more about Satoshi he couldn't comprehend in the future.
But he didn't mind.
They were friends, weren't they? Even with the age gap, they both bore the weight of Heavenly Restriction they could understand each other.
Shunichi's eyes, filled with unwavering trust, remained fixed on Satoshi.
He knew that Satoshi would never let him down.
In his heart, only a Zanpakutō as powerful as Ryūjin Jakka was worthy of someone like Satoshi.
(To be continued.)