Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

Chapter 3: Gojo Satoru's Guilt

Six years later.

"Satoshi, want to go out and play?"

A boy with white hair, white eyelashes, and striking blue eyes stared curiously at his younger brother, wondering what was always on his mind.

Despite the elders in the clan warning him that Satoshi would hold him back, advising him to keep his distance, Satoru had his own thoughts on the matter.

He couldn't quite explain it, but he felt a unique connection to this twin brother of his, one who looked exactly like him yet stood apart in so many ways.

Satoshi lacked Cursed Energy and bore the burden of Heavenly Restriction, but that didn't stop Satoru from caring for him.

"Satoru, are you sure the Patriarch will let you go out? There's a massive bounty on both of us on the dark web."

"If you sneak out, you could bring trouble to the family."

Satoshi glanced at his older brother, long used to Satoru's unpredictable nature.

Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoshi—the twin heirs of the Gojo Clan—had bounties of 100 million yen placed on their heads.

The reward was tempting enough to lure in reckless sorcerers who overestimated their abilities.

Of course, low-level sorcerers had no chance of breaching the Gojo Clan's security.

And the truly powerful ones knew better.

The Six Eyes were the Gojo Clan's most prized legacy, and they would spare no effort in defending their future.

Even if an assassin managed to land a hit, they wouldn't survive the clan's inevitable retaliation.

As a result, assassination attempts had dwindled over the years.

But now, Satoru, always unpredictable was eager to shake off the clan's protection and roam freely.

After all, the two of them possessed the Six Eyes!

Though Satoshi's Six Eyes weren't as developed as Satoru's, they still granted him a 360-degree field of vision.

If they were together, no attacker could approach unnoticed.

"Satoru, you've pretty much mastered the Limitless Technique by now."

"You're planning to show off, aren't you? You want to ignore the assassins entirely or worse, seek them out just for fun."

Satoshi's tone was exasperated.

Satoru might be a prodigy, but at the end of the day, he was still a kid.

And kids loved to show off.

Satoshi, on the other hand, had no such desire.

Especially if it meant putting himself in unnecessary danger.

But five minutes later…

Satoru leapt over the estate wall, Satoshi slung over his shoulder.

Satoshi's face was blank with despair.

Gojo Satoru, you absolute bastard.

Do you even understand the concept of restraint? One day, you're going to regret being this reckless.

If you keep treating me like this, don't expect me to cover for you when things go south. I'll just stand by and watch you get sliced in half like a Kit Kat!

And seriously, carrying me like this? Where's my dignity? If I had Cursed Energy, or if my Heavenly Restriction had fully developed, you'd be the one struggling right now!"