Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half Chapter 390: Comes as a Mentor

At that mont, the sword in Satoshi’s hand burst into dazzling golden light.

The light from Sakanade instantly filled the entire space.

"Here it cos," Satoru’s eyes flashed. "This is the true power of this Zanpakutō."

Satoshi stroked the blade, and a smile finally appeared on his calm face. "The first step is complete."

At that mont, the golden runes in the air began to reorganize.

They reford into a more intricate magic circle. This ti, not only did Sakanade resonate, the Star Plasma within Riko’s body also underwent a qualitative shift.

The air in the forge gradually settled, and the golden runes dissipated like scattered petals. Riko stood there, feeling the new power in her body.

The Star Plasma was no longer violent and hard to control. It beca like a clear spring, flowing gently through her ridians. With every breath, she felt that power blending with the rhythm of her life.

Sunlight slanted through the forge’s skylight, casting mottled shadows across the floor.

A faint tallic scent and the aroma of charcoal lingered in the air, the forge’s unique atmosphere.

At this mont, everyone in the room could feel a subtle pressure, the aura produced by the resonance between the Star Plasma and the Zanpakutō.

So this is true power?

Riko tightened her grip on the sword and felt warmth spread from the hilt.

Not suppression, but resonance. Not confrontation, but guidance. It is like finding a long-lost soulmate.

"Riko," Satoshi’s voice was calm. He stood before the anvil with the firelight flickering behind him. "Next, you need to learn how to truly use this power. This is not only to protect yourself, but to understand the essence of the Star Plasma."

Riko raised her head, the sunlight washing over her slightly pale face. "Learn... to use power?" There was uncertainty in her voice, but her eyes were firm.

Satoshi took a few steps closer. His presence was gentle, yet undeniable.

"Sakanade is more than a Zanpakutō. It is the dium to harness the Star Plasma. Like a bridge between two shores, it will be the bond between you and this power."

He turned to Shoko.

"And to truly master it, you need the right teacher."

Shoko stood quietly by the window, warm sunlight casting a soft halo over her delicate features. The stick in her hand glowed faintly, gentle yet sharp.

As a dical sorcerer, her control had always been precise and delicate. That quality was exactly what Riko needed.

"Shoko," Satoshi’s eyes settled on her. "Will you teach her? With your temperant and strength, you are the most suitable candidate."

Shoko nodded lightly.

She approached Riko with a graceful step, a gentle look in her eyes. "Of course. It is my honor to teach such a talented student."

Her voice was soft but firm. "I am also curious. What possibilities will be born from the union of the Star Plasma and a Zanpakutō?"

Naoya leaned against the doorfra, watching, his feelings growing more complicated.

Letting the Star Plasma learn swordsmanship... Satoshi’s ideas are always unexpected. But given Shoko’s personality and strength, she is indeed the best choice. Her gentleness and toughness might be exactly what Riko needs right now.

Sunlight passed through him and cast a long shadow on the ground, just like the faint doubt lingering in his heart.

Shinsuke stood beside his cousin, his gaze moving between Riko and Satoshi. The shock in his eyes gradually gave way to understanding.

This is good. At least here in the Gojo clan, Riko can learn to truly control her power. This may be better than simple protection. And...

He looked at Satoshi’s calm profile, thoughts swirling.

This man always seems to see possibilities beyond ordinary sight.

The temperature in the forge felt a touch higher, the combined effect of fire and Cursed Energy. Tension hung in the air as everyone waited for what would co next.

"Then let us start with the basics."

Shoko’s voice broke the brief silence. She lifted Minazuki and gracefully took the most basic kendo starting stance.

"Riko, follow my movents. Rember, kendo is not only about imitation. It is also about training the mind."

Riko, nervous, lifted Sakanade and copied Shoko’s posture.

The delicate pattern on the hilt fit perfectly into her grip, warm against her palm.

Though she had never practiced kendo, the mont she held the sword there was a strange familiarity, as if her body already knew what to do.

It is so strange. This is my first ti holding a sword, but it feels like my body rembers. It is like so innate instinct is awakening.

Her breathing naturally grew long and even.

"Relax," Shoko said gently, stepping behind Riko to adjust her posture. Her touch was professional and considerate, as if handling a precious work of art.

"A Zanpakutō is not rely a tool for clashing. It is a dium that extends your will. Just like the Star Plasma you feel now, you must learn to listen and to guide. Let the power beco part of you, not your enemy."

Sunlight fell across them, shadows crisscrossing the ground. The scene felt perfectly harmonious, like a tiless painting.

Satoru leaned back against the wall, his Six Eyes gleaming with interest.

I see. Use swordsmanship to guide the flow of Star Plasma. This approach preserves its essence while granting control.

(To be continued.)