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*Click!*
Amidst the tremendous wind pressure, the distinct sound reached Utahime's ears. It prompted her to instinctively look up, her eyes widening in an instant, displaying shock and disbelief.
She witnessed the Cursed Spirit technique, which had ensnared both herself, a second-grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, and Mei Mei, a first-grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, instantly shatter into countless specks of fluorescent light, dissipating into the air.
"How is this even possible?!" she exclaimed, struggling to fathom how such a formidable barrier could be annihilated in a single forceful strike. In her mind, only the infuriatingly capable Gojo Satoru, her junior, held the claim to be the "strongest" in the contemporary era.
Even Yaga Masamichi, their esteemed teacher, might not have been able to so resolutely and decisively obliterate a technique fortified with 'binding' elements.
'Could it be that this young man of her own age is... a special class sorcerer, someone who has reached the pinnacle of the Jujutsu world?' The notion reverberated within her mind, creating a whirlwind of astonishment and questions.
Initially, Utahime had regarded Madara's words as excessively arrogant and self-assured. However, witnessing the sheer power he exhibited left her profoundly shaken.
"It's truly... utterly overwhelming," she muttered, her heart still reeling from the unexpected display before her.
Mei Mei, too, found it difficult to contain the astonishment welling up within her. Though she had anticipated the young man before her to possess considerable strength, the continuous oppressive aura he emanated indicated that he was a force to be reckoned with.
She had even surmised that he might possess a method to break the Cursed Spirit technique, albeit through a more complex means.
Yet, Madara's approach was nothing short of astonishing, direct and supremely effective. It prompted Mei Mei to question whether it was a specialized technique of some sort.
But, she quickly dismissed the idea. Techniques typically released Cursed Energy, which she failed to sense during Madara's maneuver. The absence of any discernible Cursed Energy fluctuation was perplexing, defying her understanding of Jujutsu principles.
Mei Mei found herself increasingly incapable of deciphering Madara's true nature.
His eyes radiated ominous and cursed auras, yet there was no trace of Cursed Energy on his body, making him appear indistinguishable from an ordinary person. Despite this, he wielded a stunningly overwhelming power.
"Could it be that he possesses eyes akin to Gojo-kun's [Six Eyes], paired with a specialized technique for concealing Cursed Energy?" Mei Mei speculated in her mind, attempting to make sense of the enigma before her.
Unaware of the intricate thoughts brewing within Utahime and Mei Mei, Madara remained unperturbed. Even if he were privy to their musings, it wouldn't sway him.
His experiences within the systematic inheritance had further cemented his identity as Madara, retaining many of his original inclinations.
However, it wasn't a personality trait that caused him to be overly enamored with beautiful women and the female characters he had encountered and favored in anime.
Instead, it was the exhilarating sensation of the overwhelming power he had just unleashed, a joy and elation that defied description.
"This power... it's truly extraordinary!" Madara marveled inwardly, realizing that his own capabilities might even exceed his initial expectations.
In the recent display of power, Madara had merely employed physical skills bolstered by a certain level of chakra enhancement, well below the upper limits of his strength.
He still possessed an array of potent ninjutsu and eye techniques, with the iconic "which is destruction itself" - Susano, being one of the most Powerful Mangekyō Sharingan.
Madara's anticipation of the power he could demonstrate with these abilities was palpable, but this wasn't the moment for such a display. The current Cursed Spirit was too weak to warrant his full arsenal.
There's a saying about using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, and while it might be acceptable to kill a chicken with a butcher's knife, annihilating mosquitoes with a nuclear bomb is an excessive approach.
Additionally, his current state of inheritance had not yet reached the stage of the eternal Mangekyō, and excessive use of Mangekyō techniques could still lead to vision loss.
"Since I've already experienced the sensation of a Cursed technique, I suppose I can make this interesting for you," Madara commented, addressing the trapped Cursed Spirit.
"Ahh a little filthy bug huhhh, do you plan to come out on your own, or shall I assist you?" Madara inquired nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, his gaze fixated on the ground beneath his feet. The deep black three Tomoe Sharingan appeared to pierce through the earth, seeking out the hidden second-grade Cursed Spirit.
Suddenly, Madara's expression subtly shifted into a slight frown.
*Boom!*
A cacophonous sound erupted as a massive Cursed Spirit burst forth from beneath the ground, sending a flurry of dust and gravel into the air.
Although the spectacle carried significant force, the Cursed Spirit refrained from attacking Madara and his companions. Instead, it promptly fled, disappearing into the distance.
As a second-grade Cursed Spirit, it possessed a modicum of intelligence despite being unable to articulate thoughts. Faced with Madara's profoundly unsettling gaze, it instinctively sought to escape.
Witnessing the human intruder voluntarily break through its own technique, the Cursed Spirit's exhilaration was palpable. It realized that even Jujutsu Sorcerers stronger than itself were ensnared within its technique, making it utterly impossible for such a strong human to emerge unscathed.
However, before its excitement could fully take hold, the barrier encasing it was obliterated with unbridled force by the terrifying human before it. This sent its fear spiraling to the highest degree, shrouding its heart in the shadow of impending doom.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Cursed Spirit's primal instincts kicked in. It exerted every ounce of its strength, fleeing into the distance with an unyielding determination, refusing to glance back at the looming threat behind it.
The ground bore the marks of the Cursed Spirit's powerful force, leaving behind substantial craters and disrupted earth.
"That Cursed Spirit is trying to flee?" Utahime's immediate reaction was to give chase.
Mei Mei, however, intervened, raising her hand to halt Utahime and directing her attention to Madara.
"It appears that the Cursed Spirit has become this man's prey," Mei Mei explained calmly, showing a pragmatic understanding of the situation.
"Very astute," Madara remarked, the hint of a smile gracing the corners of his mouth.
"In that case, I shall be the one honored to let it escape," Mei Mei quipped, her arm resting on her hip. Her commanding presence, accentuated by her tall figure, was beautifully displayed beneath her uniform.
She smiled, her pretty face radiating charm. "Isn't it said that catching something trying to escape in the woods is quite the challenge?"
Meanwhile, the second-grade Cursed Spirit, towering three meters tall, had already fled over 20 meters, disappearing into the woods.
"No worries," Madara replied confidently, unfazed by the Cursed Spirit's escape.
The Cursed Spirit's form was captured within the depths of Madara's Three Tomoe Sharingan, which showcased an air of tranquility in his countenance.
He lifted his hands deliberately, a motion that captured the rapt attention of both Utahime and Mei Mei. Both were curious to witness the approach Madara would employ to confront the Cursed Spirit that had managed to escape quite a distance.
The anticipation hung thick in the air, as they eagerly awaited Madara's next move, eager to understand the means he would employ in dealing with the Cursed Spirit that had fled so far.