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

Satoshi took a slow, deep breath as the effects of Ryūjin Jakka and Sode no Shirayuki gradually faded.

This time, to destroy Sukuna’s fingers amidst fire and ice, Satoshi hadn’t waited for the icy energy of Sode no Shirayuki to completely dissipate.

As a result, the cold still lingered within his body.

Even though he invoked the flames of Ryūjin Jakka, the scorching fire around him wasn’t enough to completely drive out the biting cold. He couldn’t recover quickly.

"Haa—"

He exhaled slowly, his breath forming visible frost in the air.

Just now, when Sukuna’s finger was crushed by the power of his Zanpakutō, Satoshi himself had endured the same destructive energy.

If he had not been born with a Heavenly Restriction, he likely would not still be standing.

After several deep breaths, Satoshi finally managed to expel most of the lingering cold.

It seems to have gone well. I didn’t expect Sukuna’s finger to push me this far. As expected of the King of Curses’ cursed remnants.

He looked toward the scorched ground where the cursed finger once lay and gave a slight shake of his head.