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

"Jogo, focus on recovering first. Once this is over, I’ll help you forge a Zanpakutō."

"We’ll definitely face Itadori and her camp again. Next time, we can’t let them beat us down so easily."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Jogo was clearly moved. "Thanks, Boss."

Toji and Yuto already had Zanpakutōs. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t envious.

He had joined the Yorozuya just to see the true form of Ryūjin Jakka with his own eyes.

If he had a Zanpakutō himself, he believed he wouldn’t have lost to the blood blade formed by the Blood Manipulation Technique.

"If that’s the case, next time I see him, I’ll make sure I take revenge with my own hands!" Jogo clenched his fists, his tone filled with indignation.

If it had been anywhere else, he wouldn’t have been so overwhelmed even in a one-on-one situation.

But getting blindsided in the black market left him utterly frustrated.

"Alright. If the opportunity comes again, I’ll leave it to you," Satoshi said with a smile. "For now, rest up. I need to shift focus to the goodwill event."