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

Satoshi walked in with a smile and sat across from Kamo Shin.

Kamo Shin's expression darkened, his entire face contorted with malice.

He had underestimated Satoshi. If not for his presence, he might have successfully escaped by now.

Faced with such undisguised hostility, Satoshi's youthful face showed only mild curiosity.

"Grandmaster Kamo, we've never had a past grudge, nor have we recently clashed. So why did you try to kill me using Shoso?"

"If I recall correctly, today is our first meeting, isn't it?"

Kamo Shin remained silent. It was as if the man who had showered Satoshi with praises during the banquet was someone else entirely.

Satoshi smirked, a sharp edge to his expression.

"Then let me guess."

"Is it because I forged a Zanpakutō?"

"Is it because Zanpakutō threaten the traditional Cursed Tool industry?"