Chapter 36: All of you, come at ME!

"MY FELLOW COMRADES! I SHALL GO THIS TIME!" Flaming Donut said to his fellow Hashiras and came forward.

Rengoku: "Master Gojo! Should I go full force?!"

Gojo: "Yup! Show me the full power of your dance, flame boy," said Gojo. "Spare nothing in this bout."

"YES!"

Rengoku ignited his Flame breathing and darted forward with blinding speed. Gojo vanished to avoid the fiery first-form strike.

Spinning low, Rengoku unleashed the second form. "Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun" Two slashes of flames scorched the earth. He followed up by launching into the air with the third form "Third Form: Blazing Universe"

Gojo reappeared and blocked the descending slash with his twig and slashed, making the blazing fire dissipate. "You've enhanced your firepower. Impressive."

Their deadly dance continued with strike and counterstrike. Rengoku switched techniques fluidly, employing all nine forms in creative combinations. Gojo was reading his movements and applying some of the knowledge to his own breathing style.

"Yup! Time to end this" Gojo said as he appeared beside Rengoku.

"Huh-" Rengoku was shocked for a moment but then his eyes turned heavy and his body fell to the ground- unconscious.

"Oppsi~ Did I hit too hard." Gojo tilted his head like he genuinely didn't know.

Two servants came and took Rengoku's unconscious body on a stretcher and all the Hashiras looked worried.

*clap-clap*"That was a magnificent spar Gojo Sam- Master Gojo...." Kagaya said and then looked towards the remaining Hashiras, "Do not worry my children, Kyojiro Kun will be fine after some rest. You can decide who will go next but only if Master Gojo will continue any further."

"No problem, Kagaya. I can do this all day" Gojo replied while waving his hand in dismissal.

Gojo: "Umm... After some thought..... Oi, all of you left...." 

Tengen, Mitsuri , Obanai, Muichiro, Giyu , Sanemi "Huh?" 

"I do have something to do in the evening...." Gojo said.

'Hmm.. so is he tired...?' Obanai thought.

'Fucker is finally out of energy huh...' Sanemi thought.

'Oh! Does Gojo San want to go for another d-date' Mitsuri thought as her cheeks became a shade redder.

'Hmm.. I don't think I can hold a candle in front of him. But I want to fight him in the flashiest manner.' Tengen thought.

'.....Hmm, I wonder I also have something to do' Muichiro thought as he looked toward the sky.

'I think continuing this spar is not ideal.... He is powerful and has easily defeated Shinobu, Gyomei, and Rengoku. But he is also a human. His stamina is only limite-' Giyu was thinking but-

Gojo: "..... So, I want you all to come at once." 

"...."

"...."

"....."

"W-what..?"

Gojo: "YOU ALL BUNCH, COME AT ME!" he shouted."after all You..... Guys.... Are..... Weak.. heh" He continued.

*Tence atmosphere*

*Swoosh*x6

The battlefield crackled with energy as the Hashiras closed in on Gojo, forming a circle around him. The air buzzed with anticipation, each Hashira ready to unleash their unique techniques upon the infamous sorcerer.

Sanemi Shinazugawa led the charge, his Wind Breathing cutting through the air with razor-sharp precision. "Wind Breathing 2nd Form: Claws - Purifying Wind!"

A barrage of slashes raced toward Gojo, who moved with a dancer's grace, fluidly avoiding each strike. His steps were a testament to his unparalleled agility as he effortlessly parried and blocked Sanemi's onslaught.

In a momentary pause, Gojo smirked. "Not bad, Windy brat. But let's see if you can keep up with this."

Before Sanemi could react, Gojo lunged forward, his movements a blur. With a quick flick of his wooden sword, he deflected the incoming attacks and created an opening. Sanemi, caught off guard by Gojo's sudden offensive, found himself pushed back.

From behind, Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira, coiled in with deadly precision. "Serpent Breathing: 1st Form - Winding Serpent Slash!"

His blade, infused with the serpentine power of his breathing technique, aimed for Gojo's flank. However, Gojo anticipated the attack, swiftly turning to deflect the strike with his wooden sword. The clash resonated with the echoes of their power.

Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, propelled herself forward with astonishing speed. Her pink kimono fluttered in the wind as she unleashed her Love Breathing technique. "Love Breathing 3rd Form: Catlove Shower!"

A cascade of ethereal slashes surged toward Gojo, a mesmerizing display of both beauty and lethality. Mitsuri's eyes glinted with determination 'I can't seem weak in front of Gojo San'

"Hip..... Hop...'' Gojo, ever the agile combatant, sensed the incoming onslaught. However, instead of directly confronting Mitsuri's barrage, he swiftly sidestepped, calculating the trajectory of each slash.

In a twist of fate, Gojo positioned himself strategically, "Oh! from behind huh.." realizing that Sanemi Shinazugawa had seized the opportunity to close in from behind. The Wind Hashira, fueled by his own determination, prepared to unleash a powerful counterattack.

 Mitsuri's Catlove Shower now targeted the unsuspecting Wind Hashira.

"3rd Form: Clear Storm Wind Tree," Sanemi blocked and directed the shower to his side.

Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, watched intently, studying Gojo's responses. "He's not just relying on brute strength and agility. His finesse is unparalleled."

Meanwhile, Tengen Uzui marveled at the spectacle. "This is the strength and cunningness! let me join too"

*Crack*Dash*Swoosh*

Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, initiated the assault with a thunderous roar. His figure blurred as he executed his First Form, creating sonic waves that reverberated across the battlefield. Swiftly closing the distance, he transitioned seamlessly into "Fourth Form: Constant Resounding Slashes," a relentless barrage aimed at overwhelming Gojo.

*Clank*Tin*Slash*

To the spectators, it seemed like a symphony of blades, each strike accompanied by the resounding echoes of Tengen's unparalleled swordsmanship. However, Gojo, with his keen senses, effortlessly parried every slash with his wooden sword, the rhythmic clash of weapons filling the air.

Just as Tengen's assault reached its climax, "Hah, Here you go!" Gojo, with an almost casual demeanor, countered with a powerful kick. "Ugh!" Tengen, temporarily disoriented, was sent reeling backward, creating a brief opening.

*Fusssh*

However, the battlefield remained unpredictable. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, seized the opportunity to launch his own assault. Employing the Mist Breathing techniques, Muichiro's strikes were as elusive as the drifting haze.

"First Form: Low Clouds, Distant Haze," Muichiro intoned, his blade cutting through the air like a phantom. "Oh!" Gojo, sensing the imminent danger from behind, evaded the initial strike with a graceful leap to his left.

"Really forgot about you..." "Well considering your height, its difficult to pay attention.. hee~"

Muichiro, undeterred, smoothly transitioned into the "Second Form: Eight-Layer Mist." Eight substantial slashes materialized, each aimed with lethal precision. The misty blades closed in on Gojo, creating a mesmerizing pattern in the air.

Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, propelled forward with the fluidity of a raging river. His Water Breathing techniques, honed through countless battles, were executed with precision and power.

"Water Breathing: 2nd Form: Water Wheel!" Giyu's blade whirled like a torrent, creating a spiraling vortex of water. Gojo, momentarily caught off guard, found himself pressed against a metaphoric corner as the aquatic onslaught closed in.

In response, Gojo gathered his focus and skillfully dispersed the Water Wheel with a swift counter. However, before he could regain full control of the situation, Giyu seamlessly transitioned into "1st Form: Water Surface Slash." A horizontal wave of water surged toward Gojo, demanding a deft evasion.

Anticipating Giyu's movements, Gojo leaped with grace, narrowly avoiding the Water Surface Slash. As he prepared to counterattack, a new threat emerged.

Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira, executed his "3rd Form: Coil Choke." A phantom serpent, ethereal yet potent, materialized around Gojo, coiling around him in a binding illusion. The serpent's grip tightened, restricting Gojo's movements.

"G-Gojo san" Mitsuri shouted.

"Did we get him...?" Muichiro asked as he tilted his head.

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(raining water sounds)

Scene Shifts to a Black screen-

(Thunder)

Narration:

In the world of breathing styles, each technique draws inspiration from its surroundings, manifesting unique characteristics. Thunder breathing mimics the rapid intensity of thunder, reflecting its swift and forceful nature. Stone breathing, on the other hand, mirrors the hardness and rigidity of a stone, embodying resilience and endurance. Moon breathing exudes power, harnessing the might associated with the celestial body. Fire breathing mirrors this power but with an element of unpredictable intensity.

However, the pinnacle of these breathing styles is Sun breathing, a representation of the Sun's life-giving power and unparalleled greatness. It stands as the epitome of strength among the various techniques. Yet, as we explore the vastness of space, adorned with numerous Suns, one can't help but ponder the collective power they hold. The sheer magnitude of these celestial bodies evokes a sense of awe and wonder.

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*BOOoommM*

The snake phantom gets oblitrated and a pitch-black aura comes from where Gojo was.

Giyu: "Get back!... I sense something dangerous!"

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Amidst this cosmic contemplation, the enigma of black holes surfaces. Black holes, with their ability to distort both space and time, possess an elusive and mysterious power. Their influence remains unknown to all, shrouded in cosmic secrets that challenge our understanding of the universe. In this cosmic ballet, one realization emerges—there exists a force more potent than any breathing style, black hole, or celestial body.

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"W-what is this power..?" Kagaya said as he sensed an enormous power.

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The ultimate omnipotence lies in the void, the nothingness that birthed the universe and will persist when all things come to an end. The Void, an embodiment of emptiness, stands as a testament to the cyclical nature of existence. It is a force that predates creation, surpasses destruction and weaves itself into the very fabric of the cosmos. In the grand tapestry of existence, the Void reigns supreme, an eternal and silent witness to the cosmic dance of birth and decay.

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Gojo: "I think, the playtime is over...."

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