"Cursed Tool Yoru... I was hoping to have this on prepared for Satoru."

  The elder made his request to Takuya without hesitation. To him, this Cursed Tool should have still been in Takuya's possession.

  However, after hearing this request, Takuya suddenly looked unfortable. His eyes flickered toward Satoshi several times, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

  After being g four or five times, Satoshi finally couldn't hold back.

  "Master Takuya, isn't Yoru with you? Sihe patriarch is asking for it, just hand it over. I always fe more Cursed Tools iure."

  Satoshi assumed Takuya was simply relut to part with a Grade 1 Cursed Tool, so he urged him to ply.

  How could a Cursed Tool master like Takuya refuse the leader's direct request?

  Yet, instead of responding right away, Takuya's expression grew even more strained.

  " Head... Yoru is no longer avaible."

  "What? What do you mean by that, Takuya?"

  The elder frowned in fusion.

  Satoru, Satoshi, and even Shunichi turheir heads at the same time, their gazes questioning.

  Seeing Satoshi's puzzled expression, Takuya realized something, Satoshi hadn't even noticed that Yoru had been ed during the f of Sode no Shirayuki.

  With a helpless sigh, Takuya expihe process of how Satoshi had unknowingly used Yoru as a material for his f.

  As the expnation ended, everyone's gaze shifted toward Satoshi.

  Satoshi scratched his head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

  So Yoru disappeared because of me?

  After hearing Takuya's words, Satoshi recalled that during the f process, he had iaken out a particurly aterial from the side.

  He hadn't realized it was Yoru!

  Using a Grade 1 Cursed Tool as f material... I really went all out, huh?

  "In other words, Head," Takuya cluded, "Yoru has already bee Sode no Shirayuki. There's no way to give it to Satoru now."

  The elder nodded, albeit helplessly.

  Although he had failed to secure a powerful on for Satoru, he sidered it a fair trade to have gained insight into the f principles behind Satoshi's Zanpakutō.

  Going forward, he inteo have other Cursed Tool masters experiment, could they replicate Satoshi's methods? Could existing Cursed Tools be refed into something even more powerful?

  However, he alshe boween Satoru and Satoshi.

  He was certain that Satoshi would eventually fe a on suited specifically for Satoru.

  Some things were best left to the younger geion.

  With that deade, the elder took his leave.

  As soon as he was gone, Satoru's suppressed personality burst free.

  "Satoshi, I want a Zanpakutō too. Got it?"

  Although he admired Sode no Shirayuki, it beloo Satoshi, and he wouldn't steal something so important from him.

  Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't demand one of his own.

  Hearing Satoru's demand, Satoshi rolled his eyes.

  "You think a Zanpakutō is easy te? Keep dreaming, Satoru."

  In an instant, Satoru appeared beside Satoshi, ing an arm around his younger brother's ne a pyful but firm headlock.

  "I don't care how hard it is, I want one!" he decred. "A Zanpakutō with an ability as cool as Sode no Shirayuki!"

  Struggling for breath, Satoshi spped at Satoru's arm in surrender.

  "Alright, alright! I'll make one for you! But Satoru, you have to agree to one dition!"

  Satoru released him immediately. "A dition? Sure, ."

  Rubbing his sore neck, Satoshi took a deep breath, then spoke seriously:

  "Satoru, no matter how strong you bee iure, you must always carry this Zanpakutō with you! Even if you bee the stro sorcerer in the world, you must have it by your side at all times."

  Satoshi knew his brother's future.

  As the face of the Gojo , Satoru would one day wield Special-Grade Cursed Tools.

  Yet, in every major battle, he would rely solely on his own abilities, fighting barehanded.

  Because once he became the stro sorcerer, Cursed Tools would bee nothing more than burdens.

  There wouldn't be an enemy iehat could force him to rely on a on.

  But no one could have predicted that the world's stro sorcerer, the man believed to be invincible would eventually be taken down.

  In this life, Satoshi had been reborn as Gojo Satoru's younger brother.

  The boween them was real. He would never allow Satoru to repeat the same mistakes.

  This time, he would make sure Satoru never let go of his Zanpakutō, just like the Soul Reapers of the Gotei 13.

  "Satoru, do you accept?"

  Faced with Satoshi's sudden iy, the usually carefree Satoru unsciously straightened his posture.

  He didn't know why Satoshi was making such a strange request.

  But he could feel the deep behind his words.

  After a brief moment of thought, Satoru nodded.

  "I accept. But I have one dition too."

  "If I'm going to carry this Zanpakutō with me at all times..." Satrinned.

  "Then it has to be cool enough."

  Satoshi eechless.

  Of course.

  Even now, Satoru was already showing signs of being the overly dramatic, self-absorbed sorcerer he would be iure.

  Letting out a long sigh, Satoshi nodded.

  "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'll make sure it's the coolest Zanpakutō possible."

  As he gave in to Satoru's demand, his mind was already w, sidering which Soul Society Zanpakutō would best suit Gojo Satoru.

  If the world's stro sorcerer wielded an equally powerful Zanpakutō...

  Then even Ryomen Sukuna himself might never be able to defeat Gojo Satoru.