Bang!
The huge cha was knocked back by the punch, and the ground shook continuously.
"What a powerful force!"
Although chamaru in the cockpit was protected by a steel shell, he was still shaken by the blow, falling back and feeling dizzy.
He gritted his teeth and forcibly controlled the cha to stop its body.
'No, a protracted war is not good for .'
'The damage to my cha will accumulate, and eventually, it will be scrapped.'
'I must quickly end this battle.'
"Charge for five years!"
"Pigeon Viola!"
As chamaru's voice sounded, five turrets erged on the shoulders of the cha.
Bang!
Five missiles, infused with a massive amounts of cursed energy, fired simultaneously, creating a dazzling light in the sky.
These homing missiles carried the hope and faith in his heart.
But they were not aid at Mahito—they were targeting the chains that bound him, preventing his return to the embrace of Jujutsu High.
Mahito transford his cursed energy into wings.
Two wings sprouted from his back as he circled rapidly, dodging the missiles.
Tsk!
'So they have built-in tracking. I can feel the terrifying power inside them.'
'If I get hit, I'll be seriously injured at least.'
In that case...
Whoosh!
Mahito abruptly changed direction, flying straight toward chamaru.
His arm squird and morphed into an extrely sharp blade, glinting with a cold light.
"Let's see how you control those missiles once I cut your wires."
Swish!
The blade slashed down, severing the wires behind the cha's head in a flash before sliding along its armored shell.
Sizzle!
Sparks erupted from the cha's steel plating, and Mahito's strike left a deep groove.
Lightning crackled as half of the cha's arm lost control.
However, inside the cockpit, chamaru didn't panic.
He clenched his fists and punched Mahito, sending him flying backward.
Then, a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.
Countless mories raced through his mind, finally settling on his comrades at Jujutsu High.
I can win...
I want to... reunite with everyone in a healthy body!!!
"Reload the technique!"
"Ahhhhh!!! Die!"
Blood trickled from the corners of chamaru's mouth.
His eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead.
With a roar, the cha's fist transford into a high-speed spinning drill, striking Mahito with full force.
This attack is an all-out gamble!
Mahito was blasted backward at high speed, his face covered in blood.
.Mahito laughed and said, "Hahaha! You actually pushed this far."
"But this is where it ends."
He suddenly opened his mouth, revealing three pairs of pale, miniature hands.
The hands interlocked, forming an intricate hand seal.
"Domain Expansion: Embodint of Self-Perfection!"
As Mahito spoke, an empty and oppressive space unfolded, enclosing chamaru within it.
Mahito hovered cross-legged in the air above the domain, his long blue hair fluttering.
Behind him, countless pale hands blood like a grotesque lotus flower.
A massive hand extended, slamming chamaru's giant cha into the ground.
The cha thrashed for a mont but then fell silent. Even its lights flickered out.
The machine that had unleashed overwhelming power just seconds ago was now reduced to lifeless scrap tal.
"That's that."
Mahito gazed indifferently at the immobile cha before him.
"I'm sorry to have extinguished your last hope."
"As soone born from negative emotions, I can taste the despair in your heart right now."
"But don't bring dreams and hope into battle. It only makes you look pitiful."
With hands behind his head, Mahito turned his back to chamaru, speaking like a victor addressing the defeated.
Inside the dark cockpit, chamaru hung his head in silence.
Is this a Domain Expansion?
This is true, inescapable despair.
But...
There is a domain...
One passed down through generations, created specifically for the weak.
A vision flickered in his mind—a woman with long blue hair.
With a fierce gaze, she suddenly drew her sword.
At this mont, chamaru's head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes widening.
Blue flas of cursed energy surged around him.
"New Shadow Style: Simple Domain!"
Outside, Mahito's expression stiffened, surprise flashing in his eyes.
Just as he turned—
Mahito's pupils dilated as he looked down at his pierced body in disbelief.
Blood spewed from his mouth as his body contorted and twisted—before exploding into a mist of crimson.
Snap!
His domain shattered!
"It worked!"
chamaru clenched his fists.
Just one more step...
If I can defeat Geto, I can escape!
I can win!
The faces of his friends at Jujutsu High resurfaced in his mind.
But his joy was short-lived.
Snap!
Like a mirror shattering, his beautiful vision crumbled.
Then, the cockpit barrier was blown apart.
A red alarm blared.
It was the sound of impending doom.
Mahito's face twisted into a feral grin.
His left arm morphed into a massive, high-speed spinning drill, aid directly at chamaru's face.
'So... I didn't kill him completely?'
chamaru's pupils shrank in horror.
His heart sank into the depths of despair as he glanced at the glowing red self-destruct button beside him.
There's no other choice.
I'm sorry... I won't get to see you all again.
Boom!
The drill tore through the cockpit's defenses, closing in.
chamaru's gaze turned resolute.
With a final roar, he slamd his palm toward the button.
"Co on! chamaru!!!"
Suddenly—
A pair of massive hands appeared, crushing Mahito's drill in an instant.
At the sa ti, they halted chamaru's hand, preventing him from pressing the button.
Outside, Kenjaku stood with his hands in his pockets, while slightly raising his eyebrows.
"Huh? Am I seeing things? I thought I saw a flash of yellow just now."
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