The Battle Against Zen'in (4)

Five minutes had already passed since the beginning of the fight between Ryoma and Naobito.

Ryoma had not managed to escape the grasp of Naobito's Projection Sorcery. He wanted to attack Naobito right after the effects of his innate technique ended, and in order to do that he had to be close to him when it ended. To Ryoma's surprise, he could not dodge Naobito even when he fully burned himself with Blazing Courage and strengthened his body with cursed energy. Naobito's movements were simply unpredictable.

Right now, Ryoma's state was far from ideal. He had wasted alot of cursed energy on activating Blazing Courage. He didn't even have the luxury to heal his wounds with RCT.

"This isn't looking too good. Should I try to utilize Missile Fists. But how?" thought Ryoma as he dashed away from Naobito.

"Wait. I have a better idea. It might not work, but if does..."

Ryoma stopped dashing away from Naobito and faced him.

Naobito, who saw this, activated Projection Sorcery. He expected Ryoma to try and dodge him as always.

But Ryoma didn't dodge him. Instead, he blocked Naobito's hand with his own.

After getting touched by Naobito, Ryoma was once again stunned by the effects of Projection Sorcery. He was instantly sent flying by Naobito and crashed into a nearby rock.

But instead of writhing in pain and frustration, Ryoma, who was lying on the ground with countless wounds and bruises, had a frenzied grin on his face.

"It worked! Haha, who would have thought? It actually worked! This world is so funny!" exclaimed Ryoma as he got up, laughing.

"What are talking about, brat?" replied Naobito. For a weird reason, he felt younger and stronger after touching Ryoma even though his lifespan was stolen.

"Look closer, old man. Try using Projection Sorcery. Can you do it?" said Ryoma, still laughing.

Naobito tried to use his innate technique, and to his surprise, he didn't feel anything.

"What! How can this happen? I clearly knew from the reports that he can only use his cursed technique once on a single person. How did he steal my innate technique?" shouted Naobito within himself.

In reality, Ryoma simultaniously undertook two binding vows. The first binding vow allowed him to sacrifice and hand back the lifespan he stole from Naobito in order to steal something from him again. The second binding vow allowed Ryoma to sacrifice a stolen cursed technique and in return be able to guaranteedly steal another sorcerer's cursed technique when he touched them.

With the help of these binding vows, Ryoma got rid of Missile Punch and obtained the innate technique of Naobito Zen'in, Projection Sorcery.

"This battle is over, Naobito Zen'in. Today is the day you die." said Ryoma with a calm smile on his face as he activated Projection Sorcery.

What could Naobito do against his own cursed technique if even Ryoma, who beat him in physical stats, couldn't dodge it?

Ryoma imitated the unpredictable movements of the Zen'in Clan Head that he had many times analyzed and touched Naobito, stunning him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Punches reinforced by fire and cursed energy rained upon Naobito.

"You won't escape my grasp this easily now, Naobito Zen'in." thought Ryoma as he continued to pummel Naobito to the ground.

Naobito couldn't do anything against the deadly strikes of Ryoma. Blows upon blows landed all over him.

This situation continued until when there was nothing but meat paste left of the former head of the Zen'in Clan.

"Huff, huff, huff."

Ryoma stood before the remains of Naobito Zen'in. He had wounds all over his body, and his entire face was riddled with cuts that had blood coming out of them. His orange-red eyes shined brightly.

"Look at what's left of you. In the end, you weren't different from a pile of shit, Naobito Zen'in." he muttered, staring at the gory mess before him.

Ryoma then turned around and looked at the presence that he noticed since the beginning of the fight, meeting the person's eyes.

"So this is the legendary Gojo Satoru." he thought as he stared at the child behind the window, who stared back at him in silence.

"I do wonder though, why is he even here?" thought Ryoma, before ultimately turning around leaving the place, looking for more people to kill. He wasn't done with strengthening himself.

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"Please spare me!"

"No, I will do anything, please don't kill me!"

*Tear*

"Argh!" screamed the man who got his arm ripped off him.

Without waiting any longer, Ryoma plunged his fist through the pitiful man's head, ending his life instantly.

*Thud*

"That should be the last one. I might have to leave sooner than I thought. Jujutsu Society and Zen'in Clan's allies might have already sent someone over here." thought Ryoma as the corpse of the headless man fell on the ground.

"Although I restored my physical state and cursed energy through the constant use of my cursed technique, I am mentally exhausted. I need to leave now."

As he made his way out of the Zen'in Clan territory, Ryoma looked back one last time before disappearing without a trace.

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ch8 end.

A/N: I will probably stick to regular short chapters instead of longer ones. It helps me with updating more often. Although if I enter a moment of inspiration I might even write a 3k word chapter, who knows haha.

If you notice any mistakes you can point it out I will try to fix them. But you guys should remeber that this is a fanfic so there might be some things that I leave in the story even if might contradict jjk slightly (im talking about the binding vows). suggestions and critisism is always appreciated.

Also, should I describe mc appearance? Or is better if you guys imagine him as you like? 

see you next chap.