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Chapter 113 - The domains {113}

Kenzo's voice, devoid of fear, echoed through the smoke-filled crater. "Fine, if you want to play rough, then let's do this!" He didn't teleport, opting instead to charge at Gojo in a display of raw power. His dark form blurred as he closed the distance, his movements honed by years of combat.

Gojo met the challenge head-on. His Limitless hummed around him, ready to deflect any blow. Kenzo's first strike, a powerful haymaker aimed at Gojo's jaw, seemed destined to connect. But as it neared its target, Gojo's body flickered, seemingly teleporting a fraction of an inch away. The punch slammed into empty air, the wind whistling harmlessly past Gojo's ear.

Gojo retaliated with a swift kick aimed at Kenzo's knee, hoping to disrupt his momentum. But before it connected, a ripple of dark energy emanated from Kenzo's hand, warping the space around the kick. Gojo's foot passed through the distorted space, missing its mark entirely. Kenzo capitalized on the opening, launching a flurry of punches and kicks, each one imbued with the same gravity manipulation.

Gojo danced through the assault, his Limitless activated and pushing its limits. He used Blue to absorb Kenzo's attacks, redirecting their force harmlessly away. He attempted Red to reverse the gravity manipulation, but Kenzo's counter was instantaneous, negating the effect with his own dark energy. The clash became a chaotic spectacle of speed, power, and nullification.

Gojo, despite his best efforts, felt the strain. The constant nullification of his techniques was draining his cursed energy. He knew he couldn't sustain this for long. He needed a new strategy, a way to break through Kenzo's defenses.

His eyes narrowed as he focused on Kenzo's movements. He noticed a subtle tremor in Kenzo's hands whenever he activated his gravity manipulation. It was miniscule, almost undetectable, but Gojo's keen senses caught it. This was his opening.

Gojo feigned a lunging attack. As Kenzo reacted, activating his gravity manipulation, Gojo instead dropped to the ground, rolling beneath Kenzo's outstretched arm. The tremor in Kenzo's hand was more pronounced this time, momentary but undeniable.

Seizing the opportunity, Gojo unleashed a burst of Maximum: Cursed Reversal, not at Kenzo directly, but at the space around his hand where the tremor originated. The effect was subtle, a brief disruption in the flow of cursed energy.

For a split second, Kenzo's gravity manipulation faltered. Gojo, with lightning speed, launched himself up, his fist imbued with Red: Cursed Technique Reversal. The punch, empowered and unopposed, connected squarely with Kenzo's jaw.

The impact sent a shockwave through the air, kicking up dust and debris. Kenzo stumbled back, momentarily stunned. Gojo, his white hair whipped by the wind, stood poised, a flicker of triumph in his eyes.

Gojo, a whirlwind of white hair and boundless confidence, weaved through Kenzo's relentless assault. Blows rained down, each one imbued with the dark energy of gravity manipulation, but Gojo's Limitless technique held firm. He deflected, absorbed, and reversed, a dance of blue and red blurring around him.

Kenzo, however, wasn't just brute force. He observed, analyzed, and adapted. He noticed a pattern in Gojo's movements, a subtle hesitation before each Blue absorption, a near-imperceptible twitch before a Red reversal. It was the telltale sign of a finite reserve, even for the limitless Gojo.

With a sly grin, Kenzo feinted a powerful right hook, the tremor in his hand a familiar cue to Gojo. But instead of activating gravity manipulation, Kenzo channeled his dark energy differently. The air shimmered, and Gojo, anticipating the nullification, instinctively activated Blue.

But there was no gravity to absorb. Instead, Kenzo had manipulated the space itself, creating a localized fold that sent Gojo hurtling through the air, disoriented and momentarily separated from his Infinity barrier.

Kenzo seized the opportunity. With a surge of dark energy, he conjured a massive hand of swirling shadows, its grip imbued with the crushing force of a collapsing star. It slammed towards the vulnerable Gojo, who scrambled to re-activate his barrier.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Gojo's Infinity flickered, almost breached, the strain etched on his face. He had been outsmarted, his predictable reactions exploited.

The air crackled with unspoken tension as Gojo and Kenzo squared off. Gone were the flashy techniques and cursed energy manipulation; this was a battle of raw skill, a brutal ballet of bone and muscle.

Gojo, ever the showman, adopted a relaxed stance, his white hair dancing in the faint breeze.

His movements were fluid, almost effortless, a deceptive facade for the lightning-fast strikes his limitless technique concealed. Kenzo, in stark contrast, mirrored a coiled viper, his dark form coiled with barely contained power. His movements were precise, economical, each step and strike honed by years of brutal combat.

The first exchange was a blur. Gojo, a whirlwind of white, launched a side kick aiming for Kenzo's knee. Kenzo, with a near-imperceptible shift, dropped low, the kick sailing harmlessly over his head. He countered with a rising elbow, aimed at Gojo's solar plexus. Gojo, seemingly caught off guard, twisted his torso at the last moment, the elbow grazing his ribs.

The dance continued, a kaleidoscope of strikes and counters. Gojo, relying on his agility and reflexes, weaved through Kenzo's attacks, landing glancing blows that sent ripples through the air. Kenzo, his dark form a blur, blocked and parried with pinpoint precision, each counter imbued with the weight of a collapsing mountain.

The tension mounted with each clash. Gojo's playful demeanor began to fade, replaced by a focused intensity. His strikes, though still fast, carried more weight, testing Kenzo's defenses. Kenzo, in turn, unleashed a flurry of vicious attacks, his dark energy crackling around him, pushing Gojo on the back foot.

The turning point came in a seemingly innocuous exchange. Gojo, feinting a right punch, aimed a powerful kick at Kenzo's midsection. Kenzo, anticipating the kick, shifted his weight, preparing to block. But Gojo, in a split-second decision, switched targets, his foot connecting with Kenzo's jaw with a sickening crunch.

Kenzo stumbled back, momentarily stunned. Gojo, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, each one fueled by his limitless technique. But Kenzo, fueled by pain and fury, retaliated with a ferocity that surprised even Gojo. He blocked, countered, and landed blows of his own, the fight descending into a brutal brawl.

Their movements became a blur, the air thick with the scent of sweat and blood. Gojo, his white hair stained crimson, pushed his limits, but Kenzo, his dark form a whirlwind of fury, wouldn't be denied. In a final, desperate lunge, Kenzo delivered a brutal uppercut, connecting with Gojo's jaw.

The blow sent Gojo crashing to the ground, unmoving. Kenzo, his chest heaving, stood over him, his dark energy crackling around him. The battle, against all odds, was his.

"So, sensei," Kenzo rasped, a chilling grin stretching across his bruised face. The air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood, remnants of their brutal hand-to-hand skirmish. Gojo, hair disheveled and crimson staining his once pristine white hair, struggled to his feet.

"How does it feel," Kenzo continued, his voice dripping with dark amusement, "knowing that you're losing? And your precious students still haven't unleashed their full potential? Such wasted power, wouldn't you agree?"

Gojo chuckled, a dry, humorless sound that echoed through the ruined warehouse. "Losing?" he drawled, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "You flatter yourself, Kenzo. This little dance has just begun."

"How do you plan to win anyway," Kenzo growled, his voice laced with frustration. He had pushed Gojo to his limits, yet the white-haired sorcerer remained unfazed, his playful demeanor a constant thorn in Kenzo's side.

Gojo's smile widened, an infuriating glint in his eyes. "With this," he declared, raising a single hand.

Kenzo squinted, bracing himself for another attack. He expected a surge of cursed energy, a flash of blue or red. Instead, Gojo simply extended his middle finger.

Kenzo's eyes narrowed. For a moment, he thought it was a mistake, a twitch of Gojo's hand. But the smug smile plastered on the sorcerer's face confirmed it. Gojo was flipping him off.

A wave of annoyance washed over Kenzo.

A smirk played on Kenzo's lips, tinged with both frustration and a gambler's desperation. "Domain Expansion...Realm of the Obsidian Sovereign!"

The air crackled as dark energy erupted from him, swirling and twisting outwards, enveloping the ruined warehouse in an inky cloak. Within this domain, the very fabric of reality warped to Kenzo's will, shadows danced to his command, and gravity became his plaything.

Gojo, however, remained unfazed. He stood amidst the swirling darkness, his white hair a beacon against the encroaching shadows. He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Domain Expansion, huh? Fancy."

But the casualness in his voice didn't quite mask a flicker of curiosity. Kenzo, after all, hadn't revealed his domain's true power before.

"It ain't that deep," Gojo continued, his voice laced with amusement. "Though, gotta admit, the shadows are a nice touch. Reminds me of a bad horror movie I saw once... the acting was atrocious, by the way."

Kenzo's domain pressed down, shadows coiling and constricting, gravity crushing the air itself. Gojo, for the first time, seemed serious. The playful mask slipped, replaced by a focused intensity. He couldn't afford to underestimate Kenzo's domain, not when "sure hits" were on the table.

With a murmured chant, Gojo's white hair began to ripple, the air around him vibrating with unseen energy. The shadows danced erratically, as if sensing a tremor in the very fabric of reality. Then, with a burst of blinding light, a new domain unfolded.

"Domain expansion...Infinite void" Gojo declared, his voice echoing within the confines of his own construct.

A/N it took me an embarrassingly long time to decided on a name...below this are the name ideas.

Realm of the Obsidian SovereignEchoes of the Shadow KingDawn of the Umbra ImperiumWhispers of the Ashen DominionAshborn Legacy

Emergence from the AbyssEvolution of the Shadow's MightDimensional GapWhispering Echoes of PowerAscension of the Obscured Sovereign

Unveiling the Shadow's SecretsWhispers from the Unseen RealmEchoes of the Forgotten KingLabyrinth of the Shadow MonarchUnraveling the Obsidian Enigma