Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

"Cursed Tool Yoru... I was hoping to have this weapon prepared for Satoru."

The elder made his request to Takuya without hesitation. To him, this Cursed Tool should have still been in Takuya's possession.

However, after hearing this request, Takuya suddenly looked uncomfortable. His eyes flickered toward Satoshi several times, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

After being glanced at four or five times, Satoshi finally couldn't hold back.

"Master Takuya, isn't Yoru with you? Since the patriarch is asking for it, just hand it over. I can always forge more Cursed Tools in the future."

Satoshi assumed Takuya was simply reluctant to part with a Grade 1 Cursed Tool, so he urged him to comply.

How could a Cursed Tool master like Takuya refuse the clan leader's direct request?

Yet, instead of responding right away, Takuya's expression grew even more strained.

"Clan Head... Yoru is no longer available."

"What? What do you mean by that, Takuya?"

The elder frowned in confusion.

Satoru, Satoshi, and even Shunichi turned their heads at the same time, their gazes questioning.

Seeing Satoshi's puzzled expression, Takuya realized something, Satoshi hadn't even noticed that Yoru had been consumed during the forging of Sode no Shirayuki.

With a helpless sigh, Takuya explained the process of how Satoshi had unknowingly used Yoru as a material for his forging.

As the explanation ended, everyone's gaze shifted toward Satoshi.

Satoshi scratched his head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

So Yoru disappeared because of me?

After hearing Takuya's words, Satoshi recalled that during the forging process, he had indeed taken out a particularly cold material from the side.

He hadn't realized it was Yoru!

Using a Grade 1 Cursed Tool as forging material... I really went all out, huh?

"In other words, Clan Head," Takuya concluded, "Yoru has already become Sode no Shirayuki. There's no way to give it to Satoru now."

The elder nodded, albeit helplessly.

Although he had failed to secure a powerful weapon for Satoru, he considered it a fair trade to have gained insight into the forging principles behind Satoshi's Zanpakutō.

Going forward, he intended to have other Cursed Tool masters experiment, could they replicate Satoshi's methods? Could existing Cursed Tools be reforged into something even more powerful?

However, he also recognized the bond between Satoru and Satoshi.

He was certain that Satoshi would eventually forge a weapon suited specifically for Satoru.

Some things were best left to the younger generation.

With that decision made, the elder took his leave.

As soon as he was gone, Satoru's suppressed personality burst free.

"Satoshi, I want a Zanpakutō too. Got it?"

Although he admired Sode no Shirayuki, it belonged to Satoshi, and he wouldn't steal something so important from him.

Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't demand one of his own.

Hearing Satoru's demand, Satoshi rolled his eyes.

"You think a Zanpakutō is easy to forge? Keep dreaming, Satoru."

In an instant, Satoru appeared beside Satoshi, wrapping an arm around his younger brother's neck in a playful but firm headlock.

"I don't care how hard it is, I want one!" he declared. "A Zanpakutō with an ability as cool as Sode no Shirayuki!"

Struggling for breath, Satoshi slapped at Satoru's arm in surrender.

"Alright, alright! I'll make one for you! But Satoru, you have to agree to one condition!"

Satoru released him immediately. "A condition? Sure, name it."

Rubbing his sore neck, Satoshi took a deep breath, then spoke seriously:

"Satoru, no matter how strong you become in the future, you must always carry this Zanpakutō with you! Even if you become the strongest sorcerer in the world, you must have it by your side at all times."

Satoshi knew his brother's future.

As the face of the Gojo Clan, Satoru would one day wield Special-Grade Cursed Tools.

Yet, in every major battle, he would rely solely on his own abilities, fighting barehanded.

Because once he became the strongest sorcerer, Cursed Tools would become nothing more than burdens.

There wouldn't be an enemy in existence that could force him to rely on a weapon.

But no one could have predicted that the world's strongest sorcerer, the man believed to be invincible would eventually be taken down.

In this life, Satoshi had been reborn as Gojo Satoru's younger brother.

The bond between them was real. He would never allow Satoru to repeat the same mistakes.

This time, he would make sure Satoru never let go of his Zanpakutō, just like the Soul Reapers of the Gotei 13.

"Satoru, do you accept?"

Faced with Satoshi's sudden intensity, the usually carefree Satoru unconsciously straightened his posture.

He didn't know why Satoshi was making such a strange request.

But he could feel the deep concern behind his words.

After a brief moment of thought, Satoru nodded.

"I accept. But I have one condition too."

"If I'm going to carry this Zanpakutō with me at all times..." Satoru grinned.

"Then it has to be cool enough."

Satoshi was speechless.

Of course.

Even now, Satoru was already showing signs of becoming the overly dramatic, self-absorbed sorcerer he would be in the future.

Letting out a long sigh, Satoshi nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'll make sure it's the coolest Zanpakutō possible."

As he gave in to Satoru's demand, his mind was already working, considering which Soul Society Zanpakutō would best suit Gojo Satoru.

If the world's strongest sorcerer wielded an equally powerful Zanpakutō...

Then even Ryomen Sukuna himself might never be able to defeat Gojo Satoru.