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

The elder and Satoru descended from the sky. As soon as they landed, Satoru deactivated Limitless and released Shunichi and Takuya.

"Satoshi, did you forge this Sode no Shirayuki yourself?"

Satoru's face was filled with curiosity as he walked over to his younger brother.

He realized that, despite being together for six years, he didn't truly understand Satoshi.

For so long, he had carried guilt over what had happened in the womb, blaming himself for Satoshi's lack of Cursed Energy. He had always wanted to find a way to restore Satoshi's abilities, to make him a sorcerer like himself.

But now, he was shocked to discover that his younger brother's talent was no less than his own.

Even though Satoshi couldn't wield Jujutsu, the Cursed Tools he forged held power comparable to that of a sorcerer.

In Satoru's eyes, when Satoshi wielded Sode no Shirayuki, wasn't he essentially a sorcerer with the power of ice?

And more than that, his technique was completely unique.

"Yeah, I created it in a moment of inspiration," Satoshi nodded, raising Sode no Shirayuki and giving it a light swing. As the blade moved, its pristine white form gradually faded, reverting to the appearance of an Asauchi.

"But I don't call it a Cursed Tool—I call it a Zanpakutō."