Bleach : Begins with a Contract with the Departed Souls of the Uchiha Chapter 79: You're Too Weak

"Forget it. You're too weak. There's no need to fight at all."

Gojo Satoru's fearless words made Kenma chuckle inwardly.

He looked at Gojo Satoru, at that young face showing such arrogant abandon, and couldn't help but shake his head.

'Still too young.'

'No matter how exceptional he is, in the end, the current Gojo Satoru is just a kid who hasn't grown up.'

'Reckless, conceited, arrogant about his talent…'

'Gojo Satoru at this age has every single trait a half-grown kid would have.'

The undisguised contempt in Kenma's words made Gojo Satoru particularly annoyed.

He took off his sunglasses, revealing the full extent of the insolent expression on his face.

"What, you're not scared of a re high-school mortal like , are you?"

Geto Suguru at his side quickly tugged at him. "Satoru, since i i is fine, don't provoke them. No matter what, they are gods from the afterlife."

"Ha, just because he says so? I don't rember you being this honest, Suguru."

After speaking, Gojo Satoru looked at Kenma with an extrely arrogant posture.

i i looked at the suprely confident white-haired boy, shock flashing in her eyes.

'Gojo Satoru… is truly audacious!'

Before she could even process this, she saw the red-eyed Shinigami beside her place his hand on his waist in a gripping motion.

i i could see clearly that there was nothing at the Shinigami's waist.

'That posture… he's drawing a sword!'

'What is he trying to do? Attack?'

'What is a Shinigami's attack, what is their weapon… their abilities and attack thods are completely unknown to her… no, to modern humans.'

'Because of Gojo Satoru, this might be a chance to observe it firsthand…'

"Shisui, stop."

The mont Shisui made a move, Kenma imdiately spoke to stop him.

"This is a busy city. If your spiritual pressure erupts, at least ten thousand people will die."

"Even if the Gigai we're wearing now have a spiritual pressure output limit, only allowing us to use 20 percent of our power."

"But Shisui's spiritual pressure is already quite well-trained. Even a simple eruption would be a world-ending disaster for the living beings nearby."

Kenma didn't know if Shisui's control over his spiritual pressure was good enough to avoid affecting others.

He didn't have the spare capacity right now; he didn't want to take in that many souls.

Hearing Kenma's command, Shisui paused and removed his hand from his waist.

"As you command, my lord."

Although he was furious at Gojo Satoru's offense towards his master, an order was an order. Shisui would not disobey.

Standing down, Shisui moved behind Kenma and gave the white-haired boy a cold look.

Sensing Shisui's gaze, Gojo Satoru shrugged, a smile appearing on his face.

But Kenma's previous words had made his expression even more interested.

"Ten thousand people will die? That's a terrifying number. You're not just saying that to scare , are you, old man?"

'Old… old man?'

'Am I that old?'

Kenma froze, subconsciously looking at his reflection in the window glass.

'Although based on the actual years that have passed, his age was more than enough to be Gojo Satoru's grandfather.'

'But in his own perception, Kenma didn't feel that old, and his external appearance was only that of an ordinary 25 or 26-year-old.'

'It shouldn't be old enough to be called 'old man', right?'

He picked up his coffee, took a light sip, and scanned the three Jujutsu Sorcerers before him, his gaze landing heavily on Gojo Satoru.

"In the end, the three of you are just mortals. You're not worth going out of my way to lie to."

"The Shinigami I spoke of, although we also have the duty of taking in and guiding souls, is ultimately just a job, a profession just like you Jujutsu Sorcerers."

"Ho ho?"

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

He really hadn't expected the other party to say that.

Although he didn't know if what the other party said was true or false, judging by his deanor, he didn't seem to be lying.

After sizing him up, he already believed about 80 or 90 percent of it in his heart.

'Since he's not the god he imagined, does that an… that living people like himself have the ability to harm, or even defeat, them?'

'Especially the strongest of the current generation, like him.'

For a mont, his curiosity grew even stronger, and his desire to compete began to stir restlessly.

"If you're still thinking of competing, I advise you to stop right there."

Kenma saw through his thoughts at a glance and said softly, "Although I am not a god in the eyes of the world, in terms of power, the gap between and you mortals is too great. It's no exaggeration to say it's the difference between the clouds and the mud. For you, saying I am a god isn't that far off."

"One minute you say Shinigami is a profession, the next you say you have the power of a god. What exactly do you an, old man?"

Gojo Satoru looked provocative and asked deliberately, "After saying all that, can it be that you're actually scared?"

"I am stating a fact."

Kenma's tone was extrely calm, as if he were describing a trivial matter.

"You are by no ans my opponent. I am advising you to give up this risky idea and cherish your life."

"Wouldn't it be nice to live a little longer?"

He put down his coffee cup, which landed on the table with a crisp sound.

Being pestered like this by Gojo Satoru, he was getting a little impatient.

"I am not the type of person who, when stepping on an ant, pays attention to controlling my strength, afraid of crushing it. I've never been good at delicate work like holding back."

"In that ca—"

Gojo Satoru wanted to say more, but before he could finish, his expression suddenly changed, and his voice stopped abruptly.

His entire body seed to have lost its skeletal support, and he slowly slumped to one side.

Those jewel-like azure eyes instantly dilated, losing their original luster.

Geto Suguru, at his side, was quick-eyed and fast-handed, imdiately catching the falling Gojo Satoru.

"Satoru!"

Looking at Gojo Satoru, whose eyes had rolled back, it was clear he had lost consciousness and fallen into a coma.

Geto Suguru had a look of disbelief on his face. He stared at Kenma, his eyes wide with astonishnt.

'Just now… what happened?'

He hadn't seen anything at all.

'What the other party did, what kind of attack thod, or even if the other party attacked at all, when they did it… he hadn't sensed any of it.'

'Just like that, Gojo Satoru, without him knowing a thing, without even a chance to counter, was taken down in an instant!'

But one thing Geto Suguru was sure of was that the other party had definitely done sothing to him secretly.

"Enma, what did you do to him?"

"Calm down, Geto Suguru!"

i i, seeing this sudden turn of events, was just as incredibly shocked.

Seeing that Geto Suguru still had his senses and didn't do anything more offensive, she subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, imdiately got up, and went over to check on Gojo Satoru's condition.

While checking Gojo Satoru's condition, i i, on top of her shock, felt a bone-deep terror.

'This was Gojo Satoru!'

'The Gojo family's once-in-a-century genius!'

'Born with the Six Eyes, master of the Limitless technique, Gojo Satoru, whose personal strength was enough to rival the entire Jujutsu world!'

Her gaze fell on the still-calm Kenma. Terror rose in her heart, and she quickly looked away, not daring to show any further offense.

Just like Geto Suguru, she hadn't seen anything.

She didn't even know who had made the move.

She could only guess from the conversation just now that it was most likely this Great King Enma who had acted.

'But even for a Shinigami, to be able to defeat that Gojo Satoru so easily was truly hard to imagine.'

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