Endlessly Leveling with Cursed Energy

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Chapter 6. Gojo Sensei Part 2

"You have a natural grasp of how to manipulate cursed energy, based on what I have seen," Gojo Sensei began, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed my stance and the lingering traces of cursed energy from my last punch.

The dim lighting of the stomach-like innate domain enabled me to see the features around me within a limited radius. Beyond that, it was pitch black, which explained why I hadn't seen the curse that attacked me before Gojo exorcised it.

Part of me believed that Gojo had not only exorcised the curse but also prevented it from causing any real harm when it bit my face.

"More than most beginners, you can force your cursed energy to flow a bit smoothly, even if it still spreads chaotically from an explosive force within your core," Gojo continued, his eyes slightly glowing as if he was examining the unseen paths in my body.

"How can I make it flow more smoothly... or better yet, manifest it wherever I want?" I asked with enthusiasm. "I feel learning that will be crucial to throwing that 'perfect punch.'"

"Now, now," Gojo smiled, his expression urging me to slow down. "You have quite the imagination if you're already thinking about manifesting energy."

"It's true that manifesting cursed energy would improve your punching exponentially, but it's not necessary... especially not for you," Gojo said after a brief pause. "All you need is to flow your cursed energy smoothly from your core to your fists. Your imagination will handle the rest."

I took a deep breath, absorbing his words. "Okay, okay... I think I got it."

"Really?" Gojo's tone was skeptical but curious. "Well, let's find out then."

"We still have to go in that direction," he gestured and started moving with his iconic carefree walk. Even if I couldn't see or sense them yet, I knew that Gojo was very aware of the creepy creatures waiting in the darkness.

As I followed him, mentally rehearsing his words, Gojo added something in his characteristic, by-the-way manner that showed his caring nature as a teacher.

"But in case you need a little more guidance, think about this: the cursed energy in your core is like water in a tank," Gojo explained. "To use it, would you rather the tank explode, or use a faucet to control the flow?"

"Whoa," I acknowledged Gojo's teaching with a nod. "That's actually helpful."

We moved deeper into the stomach-like domain, the air growing thicker with an oppressive, gnawing hunger that seemed to emanate from the very walls. The ground was still soft and yielding, almost like flesh, and every step felt like wading through something alive. The dim light barely illuminated our path, creating the eerie, nauseating atmosphere.

Suddenly, grotesque curses emerged from the shadows, their forms twisted and emaciated, like manifestations of starvation. Their skeletal bodies lunged at us with feral desperation, eyes hollow and ravenous.

"Think you can handle them?" Gojo asked while stepping back and tucking his hands. I nodded, knowing that he was giving me the moment to practice.

I took a deep breath and focused on the energy within my core, trying to visualize it as water flowing through a controlled faucet. As the first curse lunged at me, I aimed a punch, but my energy burst out chaotically, sending the curse stumbling back with a screech but not really exorcising it.

"Third grade," Gojo pointed out from his observation point. A curse tried to attack him but hit an invisible barrier that only slowed it down, much to Gojo's amusement.

"Limitless is the technique to have!" I admired but shifted my mind back to my fight.

"Believe that my cursed energy is the water," I muttered to myself. "Control it, like turning on a faucet."

Eliminating Gojo as an option, the curses swarmed around me, and I struggled to maintain the flow of energy. Each punch was an effort to refine the technique, but the energy kept exploding out in uneven bursts. Despite my struggles, I managed to keep the curses at bay, landing blows that weakened them but didn't fully exorcise them.

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"Keep the flow steady and continuous," I kept the analogy in mind, doing my best to articulate it into practice while feeling like the protagonist of every anime I had ever binged. "I can do it. I can do it. I can do this!"

One particularly aggressive curse, its body gaunt and limbs elongated, slashed at me with sharp claws. I dodged and countered with a punch, this time trying to imagine the energy flowing smoothly like water through a faucet. The impact was stronger, more controlled, and the curse recoiled, its form disintegrating slightly.

"Better," Gojo called out, his voice carrying a hint of encouragement. "You're getting there."

I could feel the improvement, even if it was gradual. Each punch became more precise, the energy flow more consistent. The curses continued to attack, but with each encounter, I grew more adept at managing my energy. The faucet analogy helped, and while I wasn't perfect, I could sense the difference.

While I used my kicks, I didn't imagine flowing cursed energy toward them. I instead focused all my efforts on my fists, hoping that it would make me better at punching. That was the current goal! Everything else would have to come after.

After a particularly intense skirmish, I managed to exorcise a curse with a solid punch, the energy flowing smoothly from my core to my fist. The curse disintegrated into dark mist, and I stood there, panting but victorious.

"Not bad," Gojo said, stepping forward, and the remaining curses disintegrated without even being touched.

Awe struck, I yearned to reach a level such as Gojo's. Here I had been struggling to throw punches, pushing myself despite exhaustion, and then Gojo effortlessly repelled the curses with his Limitless technique, showcasing just a bite to his power.

'I will get there!' I reassured myself, confidently. I was making more progress than most sorcerers on my first day, anyway.

"I'm almost impressed," Gojo remarked, a hidden desire glinting in his eyes. "Now, I just need you to exorcise a first-grade curse before I can be fully sure."

"Heh-heh..S-sure about what?" I panted heavily, my stomach grumbling with more pressing concerns. "..First grade??"

"You throwing the 'best punch'," Gojo answered my first question while intentionally neglecting his bombshell.

"I don't intend to become One Punch Man overnight," I replied, resting my hands on my knees. If I had the time to set a goal while in JJK, it would be progress, not instant perfection.

"Did you say First Grade???" I spoke before that fact became a by-the-way.

Gojo's chuckle echoed in the eerie confines of the grumbling stomach, a sound both amused and slightly ominous. "What's so hard about exorcising a first-grade curse?" he asked lightly.

"Didn't you just see me struggle with third-grade curses?!" I protested. "Why are we even skipping second grade?"

"Because you're tough enough to handle even a Special Grade... Or even higher," Gojo said, his tone demanding I accept his statement as fact. Yet, his smile and the amusement in his eyes betrayed any sense of seriousness.

"Are you for real??!!" I protested harder. Being around Gojo made everything feel possible, but talk of curses higher than Special Grade spooked me. "What-"

"Relax," Gojo interrupted, the air around me becoming gentle. "At some point, you'll have to realize I'm just playing coy with you and that our situation is worse than it seems."

Gojo's full-blown seriousness was spooking me. I didn't like it when he felt dreadful of a Domain Expansion before, or now when he sounded slightly worried. 'Slightly worried' for the strongest sorcerer was a big deal!

"I know you can't feel it yet, but there's a higher form of Cursed Energy all around us right now," Gojo continued, sounding ominous. "I've seen it in action, fought against it, familiarized myself with it, and figured out how to stop it."

I recalled Gojo's fight with World Hunger, its explosive power. How was I still standing beside him while every fiber of my being screamed danger?

Except, Gojo was tantalizing, like a magnet drawing me even in such a treacherous scenario. How would I break from his spell and realize he might be leading me to my demise?

Here he was, talking about higher forms of Cursed Energy and the possibility of levels higher than Special Grade! I mean, in the series, Special Grade is generally the highest classification of Sorcerers and Curses, right after First Grade!

For someone who killed a bad ass like Toji, he wasn't doing a good job convincing me that I was safe around him, from the way he spoke.

"You are special. That's why I told you you have the potential to become the strongest," Gojo said, his dulled face now picking up on his usual smile. "Coming from me, that's not even a complement. It's a fact."

His next words chilled my spine, freezing my train of thought. I never felt so frightened as Gojo's revelation echoed in my mind.

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