Chapter 7: Dojutsu: Phasing
The Curtain completely fell, isolating him from the outside world.
Toho Hiroshi suddenly turned his head, only to see a blurred, fluctuating wall of pitch-black barrier, and outside the barrier, the figures of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, watching with scrutiny and anticipation, yet showing no intention of intervening.
He had been locked inside alone with a powerful Cursed Spirit that far exceeded expectations.
"Satoru, this is too reckless."
Geto Suguru looked at the closed Curtain, his tone serious. "The aura inside is at least Grade 1. He won't be able to handle it."
"Relax, Suguru. We're watching, aren't we? He won't die."
Gojo Satoru's Rikugan / Six Eyes pierced through the Curtain, locking onto the interior. "Besides, don't you think this is the environment best suited to force out his potential? You can't raise flowers that bite in a greenhouse."
Inside the abandoned hospital, the deathly silence was magnified countless times.
The dust-filled air was as viscous as liquid, mixed with the stench of decaying disinfectant and a sickeningly sweet odor of indescribable rotting flesh.
The oppressive feeling of Cursed Energy was palpable, squeezing in from all directions, making it difficult for Toho Hiroshi to breathe.
He forced himself to calm down and took a deep breath.
A familiar warmth spread through his eyes, his consciousness rapidly focused, and crimson color spread. Three pitch-black tomoe slowly surfaced and rotated in his eyes.
Three Tomoe Sharingan, activate!
His vision instantly cleared, and the flow of Cursed Energy lurking in the darkness became faintly visible.
His dynamic vision was significantly enhanced, granting him a faint sense of security.
Hiss—!
A grating scrape suddenly came from the depths of the corridor, accompanied by a nauseating sound like countless bones grinding against each other.
It's coming!
Toho Hiroshi tensed all his muscles, staring intently in the direction of the sound.
The shadows writhed and swelled like a living thing, and a twisted figure crawled out.
It was not the blob-like form he had seen before, but rather a humanoid shape that had been forcibly stretched and stitched together.
Its four limbs were twisted backward at bizarre angles, supporting its body like giant spider legs, while its torso was covered in mouths that constantly opened, closed, and oozed pus. From every mouth extended a purplish-black long tongue, dripping with mucus.
Its head was twisted nearly 180 degrees; it had no facial features, only countless pale, constantly rotating eyeballs that simultaneously locked onto Toho Hiroshi.
A Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit!
"Hungry... so hungry..."
Countless mouths opened and closed, emitting overlapping, distorted gibberish that stabbed straight into the soul.
The next moment, the Cursed Spirit moved!
Its speed was astonishing, turning into a pale afterimage. The head covered in eyeballs split open first, transforming into a massive maw large enough to swallow a person's head whole, lined with sharp fangs, lunging to bite Toho Hiroshi!
The dynamic vision of the Sharingan captured the movement, but his body reacted half a beat too slow!
Toho Hiroshi awkwardly rolled backward and sideways, narrowly avoiding the attack.
A foul, pungent wind grazed his cheek, and the wall behind him was easily crushed by the massive maw, sending debris flying.
The attacks were relentless. The Cursed Spirit's twisted limbs whipped and stabbed wildly, and the long tongues struck like poisonous whips from all sorts of unbelievable angles.
The Three Tomoe Sharingan spun frantically, predicting the trajectory of every attack. Toho Hiroshi pushed his physical capabilities to the limit, dodging and weaving, every escape terrifyingly close.
His Taijutsu foundation was too poor; if not for the Sharingan's prediction, he would have been torn to shreds long ago.
This can't continue!
While dodging, Toho Hiroshi tried to find an opportunity to counterattack, but the Cursed Spirit's offense was airtight. He couldn't even find a gap to perform Hand Signs for the most basic Cursed Technique!
Amaterasu?
He absolutely dared not use it casually in such a high-speed mobile battle; if he missed, he would only blind himself faster for no meaningful result.
Pfft!
A long tongue, like a viper, strangely bypassed his guard and instantly pierced his shoulder blade.
Intense pain struck, and blood gushed out.
"Ugh!"
Toho Hiroshi let out a muffled groan, his movement stalling.
In that instant of stagnation, the Cursed Spirit's massive claw, composed of countless eyeballs, was already upon him, impossible to avoid.
The shadow of death enveloped him once more.
Was he going to die?
Intense fear and unwillingness erupted like a volcano in his chest. He didn't want to die! He absolutely couldn't die here!
Boom—
It was as if some kind of restraint had been violently broken open!
The three tomoe in his vision spun wildly, elongated, and distorted, finally outlining and connecting into a more complex, more sinister pattern—the Shuriken-shaped Mangekyo Sharingan.
At the same time, a brand new, indescribable sense surged into his mind.
The Cursed Spirit's fatal claw slammed down fiercely.
Crash!
A deep crater was smashed into the concrete floor, and smoke and dust billowed out.
However, the anticipated scene of his body being crushed into paste did not occur.
The Cursed Spirit's claw had passed right through.
It was as if it had struck an empty illusion, passing through Toho Hiroshi's body without any resistance before hitting the ground.
Toho Hiroshi's figure became blurred and transparent, as if he were in another overlapping spatial layer.
Mangekyo Sharingan Dojutsu—Phasing!
It allowed him to instantly switch between reality and an Alternate Dimension, granting immunity to all attacks.
"Roar!"
A hint of confusion and rage flashed simultaneously in the Cursed Spirit's countless eyeballs.
It couldn't understand why the prey in front of it had suddenly become untouchable.
It frantically swung its claws and stabbed with its long tongues. Every attack was powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, yet time and again, they passed harmlessly through Toho Hiroshi's phased body.
Toho Hiroshi gasped heavily, his eye sockets burning, and his brain buzzing from the awakening and use of the new Dojutsu.
But ecstasy surged in his heart.
He had survived, and he had awakened a new power!
Moreover, the strain wasn't as terrifying as Amaterasu's.
However, the terror of a Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit extended far beyond this.
After consecutive physical attacks proved ineffective, all of the Cursed Spirit's eyeballs suddenly froze, staring intently at Toho Hiroshi in his phased state. The mouths on its body that had been opening and closing instantly stopped writhing, and a silent, yet far more lethal, fluctuation began to gather.
It hadn't given up; it had simply switched its method of attack.
Alarm bells went off in Toho Hiroshi's mind!
The next moment, the scene before his eyes abruptly twisted and changed!
The abandoned hospital disappeared, and the Cursed Spirit vanished.
He found himself standing on a sunny kindergarten playground filled with laughter?
Children were playing all around him, and the air was filled with the scent of candy and sunshine.
It was warm and beautiful, almost unreal.
"Is this an Illusion Technique?"
Toho Hiroshi realized it immediately.
The Sharingan itself was the progenitor of Illusion Techniques, giving him a natural alertness to such attacks.
But the Illusion Technique created by a Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit was far from ordinary.
It directly attacked the most vulnerable part of the mind!
"Brother Toho! Come play with us!"
A little girl with pigtails smiled and ran toward him, her face blurred yet carrying a strange sense of familiarity.
The scene suddenly changed again—
The warm kindergarten instantly transformed into a raging sea of fire! Shrieks replaced laughter, and the little girl cried, struggled, and turned into charcoal in the flames.
"It's all your fault! You killed me!"
The charred remains suddenly pointed at Toho Hiroshi, uttering a vicious curse.
Intense guilt and despair pierced Toho Hiroshi's brain like ice picks.
Even knowing it was an Illusion Technique, the realistic scene and the soul-piercing accusation sent tremors through his mind.
His Phasing state began to destabilize; the mental attack severely impaired his ability to maintain the Dojutsu.
In the real world, the Cursed Spirit seized the opportunity. A long tongue, fully charged with Cursed Energy, shot out like a javelin, fiercely stabbing at Toho Hiroshi's physical body, which was distracted by the Illusion Technique.
This time, it was no longer a physical attack, but an energy blast condensed with powerful Cursed Energy.
Attacked internally and externally—a dead end!
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