Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half Chapter 363: My Game, My Choice

"I see. I understand."

Toji would rather spend so much energy to dodge, which ant Urau’s guess was correct.

Toji seed able to use that power to wound her directly.

A hint of pride rose in Urau’s heart. She thought she was clever, having unraveled the mystery of Toji’s Zanpakutō so quickly.

Yet, even with that, sothing still felt wrong.

This Zanpakutō’s ability was indeed special, but it didn’t seem to match the reputation of a Zanpakutō.

Could this be only the Irooni ga of this blade?

While Urau was still thinking, Toji’s voice rang out.

"No need to test, no need to guess. If you want to know the rules of this ga, I can tell you directly."

This was the duty of Katen Kyōkotsu’s wielder.

When the opponent asks about the rules of the ga, as referee, you must tell them. You cannot lie.

"When one side or the other calls out a color, both players can only strike at the areas of their opponent covered by that color.

If they strike an area of another color, the attack will be nullified.

The larger the area of the called-out color on your body, the stronger your strike will be.

The smaller the area of the called-out color, the weaker your strike becos."

Toji’s explanation confird Urau’s earlier deduction. Still, she was shocked that he explained his Zanpakutō’s ability so openly.

Shouldn’t this be kept hidden?

But since Toji was so arrogant, it worked in her favor. This ant she could now stand on equal footing with him.

"Depending on the color, right? That ans the larger the area that can be cut, the more dangerous it becos. The smaller the area, the safer it is."

Urau had grasped the essence of Irooni and waited with confidence for Toji to call out the next color.

Facing her alert expression, Toji smiled faintly, raised Katen Kyōkotsu, and charged forward once more.

Urau was ready this ti to call out a color.

As for Toji’s outfit, she only needed to say "black" without hesitation.

The black cloth covered the majority of Toji’s body.

Urau sneered inwardly. What kind of fool was he? He knew this ga depended on the colors of the body, yet he still wore such a single-colored outfit?

If it were her, she would wear as many colors as possible, even if it made her look ridiculous.

Had he not explained the rules, most would have had to guess for a long ti.

But Toji, the fool, had simply told her everything, making it harder on himself.

This ti, Urau did not plan to use a frost shield. Without it, the colors on her outfit would appear more even, less monotonous than Toji’s.

She fixed her gaze on his mouth, ready to shout "black" the mont it moved.

In the blink of an eye, Toji closed the distance.

This ti, he leapt high, bringing both blades down in a fierce chop.

What color will he call? White? Black? Blue?

Urau’s thoughts spun. As long as she matched him, no matter how strong his strike was, it would be rendered useless.

"Takaoni!"

"Black!"

The instant Toji opened his mouth, Urau shouted "black" in return. At the sa ti, she condensed an ice spear and hurled it at his upper body, intending to pin him mid-air.

But the mont she spoke, sothing felt wrong.

Toji hadn’t called out a color at all.

What is happening?

Her mind raced. The words he spoke just now weren’t "Irooni" at all...

Takaoni?

Urau froze. She didn’t know the exact rules of this new ga, but she knew Toji was exploiting them to attack her.

His leap turned into a fierce descending strike.

Should I defend, or evade?

She was uncertain, but one thing was clear: she could not use a color to block his attack.

As Toji plumted toward her, Urau abandoned her position in the air and dropped swiftly to the ground.

The mont she landed, she rolled hard, narrowly evading his descending blades.

A deafening roar split the air.

Blood flowed from her ears, her eardrums torn by the force of the impact.

Staggering away, Urau’s expression was one of pure shock. She had never imagined that Toji’s seemingly simple slash could release such devastating force.

The massive Zenin courtyard was carved into two deep trenches by his strike. If water were poured into them, they would form ditches.

Zenin Naoya’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

He had only ever learned about Toji’s Zanpakutō in theory, and thought it was peculiar. But now, just a single slash had such overwhelming destructive power.

A fall from the sky, and yet it created this.

If he cut down two more tis, would the entire Zenin estate be destroyed?

Beside him, Naobito had similar thoughts. But unlike Naoya, he knew more of Katen Kyōkotsu’s abilities.

Satoshi had told him before that Toji’s Zanpakutō contained many techniques.

Naobito was already familiar with Kageoni, but this Takaoni was clearly another ga altogether.

Seeing Urau’s battered state, the onlookers of the Zenin family felt a asure of relief.

Only two techniques, and she was already like this. And yet, Toji’s Zanpakutō should still have even more gas to play...

(To be continued.)

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