A couple of hours later
Gojo turned back to Geto while maintaining his attentive look. "So, basically, you're saying that the star that appeared gave you important knowledge to break free from the prophecy?" He furrowed his brow. "Is there any plot twist? It sounds too good to be true."
Geto nodded, understanding Gojo's skepticism. "Satoru, I had the same thought. It does look almost too ideal, don't you think?"
They both sat in silence, pondering the options. The weight of their newfound knowledge hung heavily in the air, as the reality of what lied ahead began to sink in.
Finally, Gojo broke the silence. "Geto, we can't afford to be naive. We need to be cautious, especially when dealing with something as ancient and powerful as this curse."
Geto agreed, his gaze determined. "You're right, Satoru. We must proceed with caution and be prepared for whatever awaits us on this journey to break the curse."
Three days later
Few days had passed since Geto's awakening, and Geto's wounds were gradually healing under Shoko's attentive care.
Gojo was always by Geto's side, dropping by whenever his duties permitted.
As Geto lay in bed, his eyes brightening with each passing day, he was met with the heartwarming sight of a few of his students who had come to visit him.
They stood at the foot of his bed, their expressions a mix of relief and affection.
One of his students, spoke up, "Sensei, we've missed you so much. It hasn't been the same without you."
Geto's heart swelled with gratitude as he looked at the familiar faces of his students. "I've missed all of you too," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "You have no idea how much your support means to me."
Another student, a mischievous grin on his face, chimed in, "We've been trying to keep up with the lessons, but it's just not the same without your guidance, Sensei."
Geto chuckled, touched by their dedication. "You've been doing well, I'm sure. And I'll be back to teaching you all soon."
Gojo, who had been quietly observing the interaction, couldn't help but smile.
He knew that even though Geto had initially become a teacher just to meet him, he now saw the genuine bonds Geto had formed with his students and how deeply Geto cared for their well-being. Seeing the strong connection between Geto and his students warmed Gojo's heart.
Even though he had been recovering, Geto felt like he hadn't missed a beat as his students kept telling him about their training and adventures.
The next morning
Gojo gathered the scrolls and books he had collected over the past few days, each one filled with the insights and knowledge they would need for their quest.
His fingers traced the notes and sketches Geto had made about the ritual, his eyes scanning the pages as he delved deeper into their meaning.
"So, Absorbing the Death Paintings under the full moon's gaze," Gojo muttered to himself, He immersed himself in the task, his forehead creasing with focus, "that part seems straightforward."
He continued to analyze Geto's instructions, his mind racing as he sought to understand the intricacies of the ritual. "Venture to the old library in Osaka, where the spirits of knowledge and fate converge," he repeated, the words. "That's where the real challenge lies."
As Gojo studied old books, maps, and mythology, hours turned into minutes. He carefully connected the dots between hints and hints, solving puzzles that had escaped him up until this point.
And then, just when he least expected it, a revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning. He jumped out of his chair, excitement coursing through him. "I've got it!"
In the following weeks
Two weeks had passed, and Geto's recovery had progressed remarkably. He could move and function almost as if he had never been injured.
The medical room had become a distant memory, and Geto was eager to embrace the world once more.
Gojo locked his gaze on Geto one evening. "Geto, I've spent days figuring out the star's revelation, and I think I've cracked it."
Geto's anticipation radiated. "Tell me everything, Satoru. How should the ceremony to lift the curse be carried out?"
Gojo leaned closer, his voice hushed as he explained the intricacies of the ritual. He described the process step by step.
A day later
Geto and Gojo stood together as the full moon rose in the night sky, ready to set off on the journey to Osaka. The time has arrived to carry out the rite that would finally end the curse.
Geto fixed his gaze on Gojo. "Today is a full moon. Let's make our way to Osaka before it's too late."
Minutes passed, and the two of them reached their destination—the old library in Osaka. Its ancient facade loomed before them, shrouded in mystery and history.
But before they could enter the library, an enormous spirit with no physical form appeared in front of them. Its vengeful force filled the air, and it hissed menacingly.
Geto and Gojo exchanged a knowing gaze, ready to face whatever difficulties awaited them. They leapt into action with a single nod, their movements synchronised attacks.
The battle that ensued was brutal and unrelenting. The spirit fought with all its might, using ethereal attacks that tested their strength and resolve. But Geto and Gojo were a formidable team, their love and determination fueling their power.
They'd defeated the spirit, and as they looked at each other, their tiredness gave way to a mutual sense of triumph and relaxation.
Geto and Gojo were filled with excitement and dread as they entered the old library. Holding hands tightly, they began chanting the ancient spell they had learned, strength reverberates from their voices.
Their eyes closed, and they chanted as if possessed by a spirit. The world around them trembled and shook, as if an earthquake had been unleashed by their incantation. Books and scrolls fell from their shelves, and the very foundation of the library quaked under the immense force they were conjuring.
But they continued to chant, their determination unshakable. The minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, and Geto began to feel lightheaded, his strength waning. It was as if the ritual was draining his very essence.
Just when he thought he couldn't go on, Gojo reached out to him, holding him closer and lending him the strength to continue. Their hands remained tightly clasped as they chanted with all their might.
The star that had appeared in Geto's vision then showed up above them after what seemed like a lifetime. It gave forth a dazzling glow that filled the entire library with illumination. The star spoke, its voice echoing.
"In breaking the prophecy, my sons, you have shattered the chains of the curse that bound you. Yet, tread cautiously, for the shadows of the future hold mysteries both ominous and foreboding. Your liberation comes with a price, one you shall proudly bear."
With those cryptic words, the star disappeared, leaving Geto and Gojo in awe of the power they had harnessed and the new chapter of their lives that lay ahead.
Breathing heavily and still holding onto each other, they knew that while they had broken the curse, their journey was far from over.
Unable to hold back his own emotions, Gojo pulled Geto into a tender embrace. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of their shared journey, their love, and their newfound freedom.
Gojo's hands found their way to Geto's hair, his fingers tangling in as he deepened the kiss, pulling Geto closer. His heart raced as their mouths moved together with a fervor that could only be born from the weight of their shared history.