Traveled through time at the same time, but both clones were beautiful girls

"Can you tell me where you learned your moves?"

After awakening the six eyes, being able to comprehend [Azure] on one's own can be called genius, while being able to deduce the reversal above [Azure] is genius among geniuses. However, the ultimate move [Virtual Style - Zi], which requires specific calculations to succeed, is the trump card of the Five Clans, and even within the clan, few people know about it.

He didn't believe that Isayama Yomi could figure it out on his own.

"Your spells... your eyes, could they possibly also be used to copy other people's spells! Izayama Yomi!"

"A copying spell? You can understand it that way."

Izayama Yomi gathered her wind-blown hair and said, "Maybe I have the Eye of Ancient Knowledge, which can copy other people's techniques, and even their physiques. Maybe even your proud six eyes were copied by me."

"Don't talk nonsense! There's no such thing in the world!?"

"Who knows!"

Two pairs of heavenly eyes met.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He saw something very familiar in the black-haired girl's beautiful face: fighting spirit, madness, arrogance, and self-centeredness, just like himself ten years ago.

No, even wilder and more unrestrained than myself!

I still have family ties, responsibilities, and ideals.

But there is nothing in Isayama's Yellow Springs.

She only knew killing and fighting. Even the will of the three-tailed Nine-Tailed Fox could not shake her madness in fighting against heaven and earth. So unrestrained, so reckless... so enviable.

"The warm-up's over, time to get serious, right?"

Isayama Yomi stretched his limbs, preparing for close combat.

Jujutsu Kaisen has two other names: Elbow Technique Kaisen and Beating Technique Kaisen. Simply put, in this anime, you rarely see the elegant and mysterious magical battles of Onmyoji. Instead, the battle scenes are mostly hand-to-hand combat, with high-level matches almost entirely consisting of melee fighting.

Your imagined curse counterattack: This round, I'm going to use curses to kill your tonsils!

The actual curse counterattack: I'm going to beat you to death with my fists, it's brutal!

"You actually considered the previous battle as a warm-up? You really have the nerve to say that."

Gojo Satoru's eyes blazed with murderous intent as he chuckled softly, "As a fellow descendant of Dojin, I'll teach you a lesson now—Puuwa!!"

Before he could finish his rambling, Izayama Yomi had already rushed in front of him and punched him in the stomach.

"Wow!"

Having not been beaten for many years, Gojo Satoru suddenly arched his body like a startled shrimp. In his shock, he leaned down and delivered a high kick with his long leg, slamming it into Yomi's parrying arm and sending her staggering backward.

How did she overcome her lack of boundaries?

Under the influence of the limitless curse, anything that gets closer to Gojo Satoru slows down, almost stopping completely. In this state, no attack can hit Gojo Satoru, unless it's the powerful fire arrow from before that relies on sheer quantity, but just now the opponent clearly used a fist...

His tone was full of surprise: "You just used a domain?"

"That's right, I call it domain extension!"

Huang Quan readily admitted: "As we all know, what can counter a domain expansion is another domain expansion. However, apart from that, using a [simple domain] like the New Yin Flow can neutralize the guaranteed hit effect within a domain. Domain extension, on the other hand, wraps the domain around itself and does not have the effect of neutralizing the guaranteed hit effect, but it can neutralize the technique itself."

Even techniques without limits are still techniques.

"Hmm, that's interesting! I'm starting to take you seriously!"

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

"Arrogant brat!"

To the astonishment of the onlookers, the two began a rapid close-quarters battle. Often, Gojo would launch two or three attacks, while Yomi would parry and retaliate with seven or eight moves. One was superior in skill and simplicity, while the other was superior in the variety and unpredictability of his moves.

Gojo Satoru had the upper hand for the time being, but he was secretly complaining.

Because this arrogant brat's strength is increasing at a visible rate.

—She's using me to gain experience!

That's right, Isayama Yomi is like a sponge, constantly absorbing combat experience in this battle.

This is her only weakness now.

Once this weakness is addressed, she will kick Gojo Satoru off his position as the number one person in the world!

"boom!!"

Smoke and dust billowed up inside the sinkhole.

Isayama Yomi retreated in a disheveled state, her right arm hanging limply, broken. Her left hand barely managed to block a kick from Gojo Satoru as she staggered backward.

However, her vision suddenly spun around, and it turned out that Gojo Satoru had spotted the flaw, grabbed her ankle, and hoisted her up, brutally slamming her back and forth on the ground.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru released his grip and retreated wildly!

"eight!"

A slash that nearly shattered space ruthlessly severed the leg he had just grabbed. If he hadn't retreated, he would have lost an arm by now.

It is a powerful slash that must be delivered through physical contact within the Su Nuo technique!

"What a terrifying slash! Too bad it missed!"

Gojo Satoru, who had stepped back, grinned, revealing a smug smile.

He glanced at the girl's severed leg and said, "Well, now can you listen to my solution for you? Look at you young people these days, so frivolous and impetuous. I personally think it's better to be more down-to-earth."

"What are you so arrogant about? It's just a broken leg!"

Isayama Yomi stood up again.

Her calves and feet were regenerating at a visible speed, and all her injuries were completely healed. At the same time, her severed leg was burned to ashes with a single glance, which was to guard against Kugizaki Nobara's curse.

Not only that, she also ran back to the main god space to take a nice shower, changed into a black sailor uniform, and glanced at what the other two of her were doing.

Adam and Arisu are not in the Main God Space; they are in the crossover anime world of the True Church.

Isayama Yomi shared the view and knew that it was lunchtime over there. The other two versions of herself were feeding each other face to face, a scene that was indescribably warm and loving.

"Come on, baby, open your mouth, ah~"

This is Sakayanagi Arisu feeding her baby, acting as a mother.

A silver-haired girl, resembling an ice princess, sat on a slightly elevated dining chair. Her small feet, barefoot and barely touching the ground, swayed back and forth in her joyful mood.

"Aww."

Someone took the spoon that Arisu handed over into their mouth.

This is Adam, the shameless character who really enjoys playing the role of Arisu and her son.

He was not only enjoying the delicious food, but also the unconditional love that Arisu had for him, and a look of contentment appeared on his face.

Ask anyone, who doesn't long for a cute, gentle, and doting mother who will shower them with love and care?

Even if a young girl whose mind is not fully developed is just playing a role, she will take on the responsibilities of a mother with a strong sense of responsibility. Although she doesn't understand anything, she tries her best to learn how to be a mother - this is a kind of innocent cuteness.

She understands everything, knows all the ways to play, finds the role of mother novel, and indulges his various demands due to her extreme doting on him, yet retains her cunning and scheming nature, forming an alternative kind of maternal instinct—this is Sakayanagi Arisu.

"Look at you, so careless while eating, bringing your face close to mine."

With a playful scolding of Adam, Sakayanagi Arisu picked up a napkin, leaned forward, and reached out to wipe his mouth.

"Hehe, Adam is so good."

Arisu's little feet quickened slightly, and she felt a surge of joy over this small thing, just like a real mother.

"Are you full, Adam?"

"No, Mom, I want to drink milk."

Adam stared intently at her.

Arisu blushed and clapped her hands to call over her newly bought maid: "Rurikawa, go to the crisper drawer of refrigerator number one and bring me that white thing."

Isayama Yomi could no longer remain silent.

She exclaimed incredulously in the telepathic link: "No way, there really is? Sakayanagi Arisu, are you a cow or something?"

Arisu blushed even more: "It's from this morning, very fresh."

"Is this something new or not?"

"Cough cough, it's just that she has a lactation constitution, she's not actually pregnant, don't make a fuss."

Adam interrupted Huang Quan's protest: "Want some? I'll share some with you?"

"...Okay, love you all."

The hypocritical Isayama Yomi was in a good mood.

She was ready to return to the battlefield, but after thinking for a moment, she asked somewhat unwillingly, "Aren't you going to come and watch me beat up Gojo Satoru?"

"I don't care, I'm going to take a nap at noon."

"Don't you all want to hear him say that famous line, 'I'm sorry, I didn't satisfy Lord Huang Quan'?"

"No interest, I want to hold her and take a nap."

"Hmph, two tasteless bastards!"

After arguing with his original self, Huang Quan slowly returned to the world of magic, where only a moment had passed.

Gojo Satoru swallowed back the words he was about to say, and looking at Yomi's unharmed state, his tone finally became serious: "Reversal spell...?"

Is this a reversal technique?

The Reversal Technique can use magical power to heal all injuries. As long as it's not a decapitation, it can basically heal other injuries. This skill is almost an essential skill for top-level players in Jujutsu Kaisen, and Gojo Satoru naturally knows it too.

But why did Isayama Yomi's reversal technique also repair his pants and shoes?

Chapter Twenty-Six: Not only does he use cheats, but he also needs a power leveler.

While Yomi Isayama and Satoru Gojo were fighting, Adam from another world was taking a nap with Arisu Sakayanagi.

Arisu has always been a light sleeper, so she specifically asked Adam for a piano score with calming effects, and also invited several internationally renowned female pianists to take turns playing for her for a while every noon to help her fall asleep.

The piano sound is very crisp.

No, the specially made piano, manifested by the divine power of the main god, can truly produce the exquisite sounds of Ru porcelain crackle patterns, but not so densely. Instead, it is like raindrops falling one by one onto the porcelain shards from the eaves, soothing the eardrums.

The piano is good.

The musician's skill is also truly admirable.

Adam glanced at the female pianist, who was nearly forty years old but still possessed a captivating charm, not far away. He noticed that although the piano music was clearly coming from nearby, it felt as if it were coming from the distant sky, indicating that her piano skills had reached their pinnacle.

"Master Touma's piano skills are still superb."

Adam yawned and continued to hug the silver-haired girl in his arms.

Arisu lay peacefully in his arms, her eyelashes fluttering occasionally, already deep in sleep—high mental activity meant she could only have light sleep, a common ailment among those with mental abilities.

Only in his and Huang Quan's embrace could Youxi sleep soundly like a baby.

Adam was feeling a little sleepy, but didn't want to go to sleep.

He gazed at Alice's lovely face with a kind of fascination, looking at her eyebrows, her nose, and her lips that parted slightly like a fish blowing bubbles. He felt that he could never get tired of looking at her, or perhaps, he would never get tired of looking at her.

Adam lowered his head and kissed her sweet-smelling lips very slowly and delicately, feeling all his thoughts melt into this tender sweetness.

Just then, he looked up, somewhat displeased.

At the door of the room, Kikyo Kushida was stopped by the maid Tsubaki Rurikawa.

"The two gentlemen are taking a nap."

"Something urgent has come up, and I need to report to Lord Sakayanagi."

A slightly annoyed voice drifted from deep within the room: "What is it?"

Kikyo Kushida also lowered her voice: "It's about Honami Ichinose."

"Come in and talk."

"Yes."

Kikyo Kushida changed into the soft-soled shoes by the door and stepped into the room on the thick carpet. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy who had almost worn her out last night sitting on a soft chair, holding Arisu Sakayanagi.