I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

That was the scene where he fought against Mr. Gojo before and was easily defeated.

"It's so rare that you actually came to me to spar. Are you anxious because Hisahito surpassed you?" Gojo Satoru put on his sunglasses and looked at Fushiguro, who was sitting up from the ground.

"To take the overall situation into consideration, this little crime is nothing." Fu Hei said.

"You hate asking me for help so much?" Gojo Satoru's tone was very helpless.

He rubbed his brows and said, "I think your strength and potential ability are no less than those of Yourito. The rest is a matter of consciousness."

"Megumi--you don't know how to be serious, do you?"

"...What? Are you saying I'm perfunctory?!"

"It's not just perfunctory, it's just that you can't take it seriously. For example, let's take the sandbag throwing competition before~ Why not use shikigami?"

"If you can use Nue's high-speed maneuvers, you can easily score points and eliminate your opponents, right?"

"During the exchange of offense and defense, you also gave Kugisaki a chance to play because you were not good at throwing sandbags..." Gojo knelt down in front of Fushiguro, "I'm not saying that this way of helping your teammates is bad, but the spell Division is a personal competition from beginning to end.”

"Linkage with other magicians is also important, right?" Fushiguro argued unconvincingly.

"Yes, but no matter how many friends you have around you..."

"When you die, you will be alone." Gojo Satoru lowered his head and looked at Fushiguro with his sky-like light blue eyes.

"You have too low an estimate of yourself and others, and you will only use these as the basis for your judgment. You will not imagine yourself becoming stronger in the future at all."

"Maybe it's because of your trump card. You think that in the worst case, you can solve all problems by sacrificing yourself. In that case, don't talk about me, you can't even reach Nanami's level."

Gojo stretched out his finger and flicked Fushiguro's forehead hard.

"[Winning by dying] and [Winning by fighting to the death] are completely different... Megumi."

- Go all out and be greedy.

...

"Teacher Campbell, how can I become stronger?" Fushiguro then found Isabella in the office with a heavy heart.

"Hey, Fushiguro-san, you are already very powerful."

"I mean...stronger."

Teacher Campbell was stunned for a moment, then smiled understandingly. She got up from her chair and came to her.

She stretched out her hand and touched Fushiguro's chest.

"Whether it's a spell or a conjuration...the most important thing is never the practice of theory, but the mapping of heart and will, showing the ultimate that you can achieve."

"You have to believe that you have that possibility. The so-called spell can only be displayed according to the will of the caster, and that is something that belongs to you."

Whether it's crazy, dark, or passionate.

You will definitely laugh happily the moment you achieve it, right?

"So, try to smile proudly, Fushiguro-san."

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There was an almost severe pain in his back, Fushiguro slowly woke up, and there was still a purgatory-like cave in front of him.

How many seconds was I unconscious?

The jade dog is also gone, it was destroyed... No, the spell was lifted.

The blood left on his forehead made his eyes sting. Fushiguro raised his head and looked at the special curse spirit walking slowly in front of him.

It seems that's the end of it...?

Fushiguro slowly raised his arms, and the huge aura that rose made the super vigilantly jump back, not daring to get closer again.

"...."

Suddenly, the aura on Fushiguro dissipated, he raised his hands, raised his head and laughed.

"Really, I'm afraid I'm not crazy. But, it won't matter if I go crazy this time, right? Anyway... we are all going to kill each other as if we were going to die together——"

The curse spirit took half a step back slightly, showing suspicion.

"Pour out all the depth of the shadow... Regardless of the specific outline for now, refine the magic power and release it immediately."

Fushiguro wiped away his previously calm demeanor and grinned like a madman. With his face covered in blood, he looked particularly ferocious and... happy at the moment! ?

Feel free to imagine.

"Then let me do it for you!!"

Real soil

With soil, a little inspiration and imagination, all it takes is a tiny opportunity, and people will change.

Imagine your future self beyond your limits.

Fushiguro folded his hands and clenched them.

"....the field unfolds...."

【Chimeric Dark Shadow Garden】

The mantra's power surged like a downpour, turning into a black tide and saturating his body, occupying the realm of life beneath his feet.

"Hahaha!!"

Fushiguro smiled happily.

Not quite yet! It’s so ugly! But for now....that's enough!

The shadows under his feet boiled instantly, and the shadows of countless shikigami surged out, manipulating them at will like limbs, entangling the special curse spirits.

That's your own domain——

Those who enter the field have no reason to defeat themselves!

brush!

Fushiguro used the shadow under his feet to move at high speed, came behind the controlled special, and punched out fiercely.

boom!

The hard hit, the wave of pleasure, made Fushiguro's suppressed mania and blood boil and boil completely.

[Try to smile proudly, Fushiguro-san. 】

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The confrontation between one person and one cursed spirit quickly became intense!

——Extend more freely.

Extend it!

Extend the interpretation of the technique!

The sudden beam of light condensed the almost full output of the special spell spirit, penetrating through Fushiguro's palms and between his eyebrows.

But in the next second, his figure turned into a shadow, dissipated and melted, blending with the ground.

The smile on the cursed spirit's face disappeared completely at some point, and it couldn't smile anymore.

Concentrate the magic power in your whole body again, and then explode.

It seemed that the realm surrounding the cursed spirit was shattered and dissipated, leaving a cave-like scene all around.

"Aha~"

As if he was proud that he had torn apart Fushiguro's domain, before the curse spirit raised the corners of his mouth again, his chest was pierced by the giant claws of the jade dog.

puff!

Looking back stiffly, Fushiguro, hiding in the shadow behind him, was making the [Jade Dog] seal with his hands, looking up at him.

"The claws of the jade dog have inherited all the power of the extinct shikigami. It is impossible that it cannot penetrate the paralyzed and careless you, right?"

The wailing was suppressed, and the flames ignited all over the cursed spirit gradually dissipated.

Fushiguro looked at the finger that Jade Dog had taken out from the cursed spirit's chest, and finally breathed a sigh of relief as if his whole body was on fire.

"..."

"worn out."

Then he plopped down on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 107 Glasses

In the training ground, Cheng Rang and Maki have been fighting for hundreds of rounds.

Training in battle can make people grow at an extremely fast speed, not to mention the "life and death battle" with real swords and guns.

Unlike in the outside world, the training ground can digitize all of Maki's physical abilities and automatically resurrect him after being fatally injured. Therefore, Cheng Rang's battles here are all about "killing".

Compared to Isabella and her two teachers practicing, Maki is the one who has really bet her [life] at this moment and has lost everything hundreds of times.

Poof! !

The abdomen was stabbed violently again. As the blade stirred, the blade turned 180 degrees in the body and lifted up. Maki lost consciousness again and was resurrected in front of Cheng Rang.

"The two hundred and seventy-fifth time." Cheng Rang's eyes were tightly wrapped in black cloth, but the blade in his hand was still precise and deadly, making Maki unable to parry.

While the black cloth blocked Cheng Rang's vision, it also prevented Maki from making eye contact with him. It became impossible to predict the trajectory of his attack in advance with Cheng Rang's eyes.

"Pause....pause!!"

Maki yelled, waved her hands, backed away, and then fell to the ground without grace.

"Is there any problem?" Cheng Rang pulled off the black cloth covering his sight and looked at Maki, who was sitting on the ground and breathing heavily.

"I can't see clearly! Even if I enter the selfless state after the sword movement, why can't I see the master's attack clearly?"

Isn't this exactly the same as what happened in the special realm before? !

The situation was reversed. Maki was not deprived of vision. She could clearly see the trajectory of Cheng Rang's slashing sword, but she could not sense the murderous intention coming from it at all.

Change of moves, feint or killing move? Unable to sense the actual intentions of her opponent, Maki struggled to fight.

Although he can see everything, he seems to be like a [blind man] in the battle.

Cheng Rang said: "So this is your problem - lack of experience."

He pointed at his eyes: "If you want to treat the trajectory of my attack as a line drawn with a pen, you are now equivalent to a highly myopic person in a white room, looking at the light text on the whiteboard in the distance. In that case, the field of vision itself will be blurred, and it will be impossible to see clearly the handwriting that merges with the background. No matter how hard you try, it will not work."

“You can only see highly targeted trajectories, which are the [black] lines that appear on that whiteboard.”

"Then how exactly do you need to exercise?"

"It's very simple. What should I do if I can't see clearly when I'm nearsighted?"

"Goug out your eyes." Maki folded her arms and turned to look away.

Cheng Rang couldn't help but chuckle, put down the knife, came to sit cross-legged in front of her, "

Don't show your temper at this time~"

"It hurts!" Maki shouted unbearably, as if she could no longer think clearly.

Every [death] in the training ground, the pain that comes from the body is no different from a real death.

No matter what, Maki couldn't get used to truly "die" more than two hundred times in such a short period of time.

"I'm sorry, this is my first time taking care of my apprentice seriously... You have to tell me when you can't stand it anymore. It's not like I won't let you rest."

Cheng Rang scratched his head, apologizing for the fact that his training intensity was far from even a 'warm-up' and was now about to make Maki collapse.

Maki bit her lip and glanced at Cheng Rang, who was scratching his head and giggling in front of him, with unconvinced eyes.

"So...Master, how hard did you work when you were practicing your sword?"

"Me? Well... it's about the same as now." Cheng Rang was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he decided not to tell Maki his situation, otherwise the child wouldn't be able to accept it for a while if the gap was too big. It would be funny if you just give it up.

"Liar..." Maki obviously didn't believe it.

"Ahaha~"

Maki's eyes were complicated, and she seemed to recall Cheng Rang's joking tone before saying to herself - "But you obviously don't have as much time as me to devote yourself to pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship, such as facing a tree in an empty place. The pile must be cut down for a hundred million years without eating or drinking." Such words.