Chapter 20: This brat is Vessel!?

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Should any unforeseen intrusion occur, Madara was primed to regain his bearings with efficiency and poise.

However, the present unfolding differed from his meticulously laid groundwork. This was the first instance in which Madara had delved into the mysteries encapsulated within Riko Tennei's being, inadvertently journeying into the intricate expanse of Tengen's consciousness.

This newfound connection was delicate, like a fragile thread that might unravel with the slightest tug.

As Madara recalibrated to his physical vessel, a contemplative expression crossed his features. Engaging in further dialogue with the enigmatic figure, Tengen, through the conduit of the girl's consciousness, held minimal allure for him. His priorities had shifted, his focus sharpened on the unfolding events that demanded his attention.

However, Madara's internal cogitations were abruptly disrupted by a realization that sliced through his thoughts like a lightning bolt.

"A confrontation is inevitable."

Such was the stark conclusion that Madara drew as he contemplated the unfolding situation.

Meanwhile, for Riko, the soft touch of Madara's hand beneath her chin had a transformative effect. Her eyes, previously dimmed by the unusual experience, ignited with renewed brightness.

The sensation she had just experienced felt like a transient dream, leaving Riko with the distinct impression that she had just emerged from a realm of enchantment.

However, as her senses fully returned, the presence of Madara, his intense demeanor, and the lingering warmth from his touch, eclipsed all other sensations. Everything else seemed to fade into insignificance.

The soft skin of her cheeks, easily betraying her emotions through subtle shifts in color, now bloomed with a deep blush of embarrassment. The delicate flush extended from her cheeks to the curve of her ear, suffusing her features with a tender and endearing radiance.

"Wow!"

With a mixture of surprise and reflex, Riko instinctively retreated from Madara's touch, creating a palpable physical distance between them.

Her movements were immediate, almost involuntary, driven by a natural inclination to create space. Yet, her heart raced within her chest, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within her as she navigated the sudden intensity of the situation.

Riko's chest heaved as she struggled to regain control of her breath, her heartbeat resounding like a drum against her ribs. It was as if her heart was attempting to break free from the confines of her throat, yearning for a sense of equilibrium.

Meanwhile, Madara resumed his stance with a seamless grace, as if the momentary incident had left no trace upon him. His nonchalant demeanor seemed almost innate, a portrayal of natural ease that belied the intensity of the situation.

Much like his first encounter with the sight of his own hands drenched in blood, Madara exhibited no sign of perturbation or unease. His emotions remained tethered, his expression a canvas of composure.

Madara's journey from an ordinary individual to his current embodiment of strength and resilience was a testament to his indomitable will. The passage of time had molded his mental fortitude and emotional stability into a formidable force, eclipsing the vulnerabilities of his former self.

Had his life not taken the path it did, reaching out to engage in conversation or extending a touch to a girl's chin would have been endeavors beyond the scope of his former existence.

Yet in this particular juncture, Madara's heart reverberated with the echoes of his youthful self. He could almost feel the warmth of tender emotions that often blossomed between a boy and a girl, a sensation that he thought he had long left behind.

As he observed Riko's innocent reaction, Madara found himself intrigued by the interplay of emotions and circumstances, a convergence that seemed to straddle the line between familiarity and novelty.

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Labeled with the distinctive title of Jujutsu High School, the Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School stands tall as a bastion of Jujutsu education within Japan.

Formally recognized as a private religious academy, its true essence transcends the surface-level designation, firmly establishing itself as the beating heart of the entire Jujutsu domain.

For countless aspiring Jujutsu practitioners, this institution serves as a pivotal crossroads, catapulting them into the diverse avenues that await them beyond their graduation.

Jujutsu High School is not confined to a singular role; instead, it assumes a multifaceted identity.

Beyond imparting academic knowledge, it plays a central role in mission coordination, orchestrating complex tasks, and offering essential support services.

This multifarious involvement cements its position as a veritable hub within the expansive and intricate world of Jujutsu.

In the present juncture, Yaga Masamichi, a distinguished first-grade instructor, establishes contact with the duo of Gojo Satoru and Geto, both seasoned figures in the Jujutsu world.

The two have embarked on a mission of paramount importance – escorting the Star Plasma Vessel, a task laden with significance.

"Gojo, and Geto, your mission's conclusion has been handed over to someone else. The mission of protecting the Star Plasma Vessel is now entrusted to Utahime and Mei Mei."

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"This brat is Star Plasma Vessel?."

Gojo Satoru's attention is fixed on the photo of Riko that illuminates his phone's screen. His demeanor is the epitome of nonchalance, casually holding a drink in one hand as he strolls with an almost carefree air.

It's hard to fathom that this seemingly ordinary man is the inheritor of the rare [Six Eyes] within the esteemed Gojo lineage – a phenomenon that arises only once in the span of several centuries. The birth of such a figure heralds the emergence of a "supreme" being, a powerhouse of unparalleled potential.

Taking a languid sip from his Coke, his gaze lingers on the image as he muses aloud, "I wonder which groups might have their sights set on this young one."

A hint of amusement tugs at his lips as he continues, "More than one, I'd bet."

Guiding the way alongside him is Geto, a trusted comrade who has fought shoulder to shoulder with Gojo Satoru through countless battles. Their bond goes beyond mere camaraderie; they are friends and classmates, a connection forged in the crucible of shared experiences.

Geto's insights flow naturally, his words thoughtful as he elaborates, "One of the contenders would be the enigmatic Curse User faction known as 'Q.' Their aim is to reshape the Jujutsu landscape by exploiting the chaos that arises from Master Tengen's unleashed power."

Pausing briefly, his gaze sharpens, and he adds, "On the other front, there's the enigmatic Star Religious Group, sometimes referred to as the [Time Vessel Association]. They hold Master Tengen in the highest reverence, seeing him as a divine force guiding their purpose."