Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half Chapter 409: Intermediate Kidō, Get

Urau and the leader's expressions changed.

They both knew that once they attacked Satoru, it would an completely severing ties with the Gojo family.

"Keep watching them," Choso's voice brooked no argunt. "Especially that teacher-student pair, Satoru and Riko. If they go out again, notify imdiately. This ti, I will make the Gojo family pay."

He walked to the window, looking down at the brightly lit Tokyo.

Enjoy this final peace. Soon, the world will welco a new order.

As the night deepened, the office air grew heavier. All three were wrapped in thoughts of the coming operation. The great net woven by the Ti Vessel Association was tightening quietly, while the Gojo family remained imrsed in a false sense of security.

Choso picked up the photo on the table, his gaze falling on the figures of Amanai Riko and Satoru. Emotions are the easiest way to make people weak. That girl probably never imagined her feelings would beco the Gojo family's and Satoru's fatal weakness.

"Starting tomorrow," he gave the final order, "we rotate surveillance twenty-four hours a day. I want the whereabouts of every Gojo, especially... those two."

Night fell over Tokyo, and certain plots began to grow in the dark.

For the Ti Vessel Association, the best ti to seize the Star Plasma Vessel was approaching.

For the Gojo family, a storm drew near in silence.

...

Spring sunlight filtered through cherry branches, casting dappled light over the old blue-stone paths of the Gojo residence.

A week passed quietly, and the mansion remained unusually peaceful, with no strange fluctuations of Cursed Energy near the grounds.

The air held a faint scent of cherry blossoms, mingled with sandalwood drifting from the far side of the courtyard, creating a calm and mysterious atmosphere.

On the training ground, dressed in black, Satoru stood at the edge of the field, watching Riko's every move intently.

His white hair shimred softly in the sun, and his Six Eyes seed more enigmatic behind the blindfold. Shoko and Suguru sat on the veranda nearby, trading thoughts from ti to ti.

This girl's talent is truly terrifying. In just one week, she has fully mastered the application of interdiate Kidō. Compared to us back then, she really is on another level.

Shoko propped her chin in her hand, watching Riko practice with steady focus, feeling deeply moved.

"Did you notice it, Suguru?"

Shoko spoke softly. "Riko's control over her energy is already extrely high. Especially in Kidō, she has a unique aptitude."

Suguru pushed his glasses up, the lenses catching the afternoon sun. "It's surprising. Even among past Star Plasma Vessels, this learning speed is rare. But..."

He paused, turning his gaze to Satoru in the middle of the field.

"What surprised more is Satoru's attitude toward her."

Shoko smiled, amused. "Right? The Satoru who's careless with everyone is now teaching soone this seriously. Looks like he finally cares about soone particular."

Satoru, that guy, finally moved. But knowing his personality, maybe he hasn't even realized it himself.

In the center of the grounds, Riko focused on Kidō practice.

Her movents were crisp and precise, and the flow of her Cursed Energy grew more refined by the day.

She wore a white training outfit, her long black hair tied neatly into a ponytail that swayed with each motion.

Sweat beaded down her cheeks, yet her eyes remained firm and focused.

Satoru stood behind her, sotis speaking to correct her force application, sotis silently observing her progress.

Though his tone stayed as nonchalant as ever, a careful look would reveal a softness in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

Her progress is remarkable. This kind of talent is rare even in the Gojo family.

Satoru made the assessnt inwardly.

"Riko," he said suddenly, unusually serious, "your Cursed Energy output needs to be more even. For interdiate Kidō, stability is everything. Not even the slightest fluctuation."

"Yes, sensei."

Riko nodded earnestly, sweat already dotting her forehead. She steadied her breathing and began again.

I can't let Satoru down. I have to give it my all. Even if I'm tired, I will push through.

Finally, it was ti to demonstrate.

The setting sun cast a golden glow across the training ground. Riko stood at the center, drew a deep breath, and prepared to show the results of the past week.

Resolve shone in her eyes, and a calm aura surrounded her.

"Satoru-sensei, please watch." Her voice was clear and steady, with a trace of nerves and anticipation.

This is my week's effort. I have to show Satoru.

The first technique she used was Hadō #31: Shakkahō.

A chant rang out over the training ground.

"O Lord! Mask of flesh and blood, all things, soaring high, O One who bears the na of man! Heat and strife, raging waves of the sea, go southwards."

As the chant ended, a blazing fireball condensed in her hands, its light reflecting on her focused face.

A mont later, it shot toward the distant target, tracing a brilliant arc through the air and striking true. The explosion's aftershock rolled into a heatwave that rustled the leaves nearby.

Very good. Rhythm and intensity under control. Much more stable than expected.

Satoru nodded inwardly, keeping his expression neutral.

Without pause, Riko followed with Hadō #32: Ōkasen.

Dazzling flas shot out like arrows in rapid succession, each one landing perfectly on the mark. Her movents flowed smoothly, almost like a dance. In the firelight, her figure stood out even more.

Even more stunning was her execution of Hadō #33: Sōkatsui.

As the chant crested, a mass of blue fire descended and swallowed the target completely. The temperature was so high that the surrounding air seed to warp.

It's beautiful. This level surpasses many senior sorcerers.

Shoko couldn't help admiring her in silence, a hint of playfulness in her eyes as she glanced at Satoru.

(To be continued.)