Gojo Weakness Novels & Stories

Sudden energy rises through our bodies as we absorb the dark energy. I look to where Jiro is standing and saw his once full-of-life eyes... turn lifeless in less than a second, as his violet hair turns darker. He suddenly shouts in pain as a tattoo quickly appears on his lower arm. He fell on his knees the more his pain increased. Then the magic circle under him disappears, leaving him holding his arm before he fell to the ground.

Everyone heard Joewel's question and exchanged glances, but no one dared to challenge him. A Kill Every Ten Steps was an extremely powerful and effective ultimate technique. Anyone who lacked confidence would never dare to challenge Joewel. Most importantly, losing to Joewel in front of so many people would be extremely humiliating.

Dash groaned. “Look, awakening a strength-related ability causes one’s general strength value to fluctuate. Sometimes it goes very high and sometimes, you lose strength. Activating such abilities also takes a toll on the users; especially if the user was not strength oriented to begin with.” He gave a short explanation - with his voice slightly raised - to which Wilson nodded. It was beginning to make sense. “Oh, okay!”

he struggles to find his breath. “I better be wrong, Joseph. I better be fucking wrong. Because if I find out you have a hand in her disappearance, I’ll kill you.” The fucker smiles, and I see red. The good news is his face is turning that shade too. “That— that’s what you’re good at anyway,” he chokes, grabbing at my hands. “At least I know I’ll never turn my children into test subjects for my own gain.” At that, his eyes go wide like saucers. I want to say more, but I’m yanked back by bulky security. The bastard almost collapses if not for Theo catching him.

Its force smashed Master Jo’s chest, leaving a deep imprint. Master Jo was flung into a wall with all his chest bones broken as he was caught in disbelief. “I didn’t expect you to be at such ease with manipulating your energy… I was blind.” With that, Master Jo’s head fell limp as he died right away. Patrick watched the scene in disbelief. “Master Jo…” Suddenly, a gale struck him. Patrick quivered and felt vertigo hit him before he collapsed on the floor with his eyes rolled, mouth skewed, and saliva drooled. Like his son, he convulsed in pain like his head was going to explode.

Both men staggered backward at the same time, only regaining their balance after retreating eight steps. The first blow ended in a draw. "Is that all the progress you've made after so many years, Leto?" Thiago questioned coldly. "If that's all you're capable of, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill me." "You underestimate me. That punch just now was only half my strength." It was half his strength? Thiago felt a jolt in his heart. His deduction turned out to be true. Leto was on par with a Dragonite-ranked expert.

Joey whispers into his ears. "But people might think I'm weak, if I refused," Jaden tells him in whispers too. "Of course you are weak Jaden! You don't have any power yet, definitely, you can't be strong." Joey lowers his voice. "What do you mean by that?" Jaden glared at him. "I'm sure you know what I mean... James is stronger than you can ever imagine. I've witnessed his full powers once that's why I need you to retract gently." Joey warned him.

"You're only risking further harm." Gideon pulled away, eyes betraying his inner turmoil. "I need to do this, Jorge. I need to feel like I can do something. Anything." Jorge's gaze met his."I know my friend, but you also need to heal. Taking care of yourself is number one." All fight slowly left Gideon, his shoulders slumping. Jorge settled beside him. "Talk to me, Gideon. " Gideon's voice trembled, emotions caught in his throat. "It's just... I feel weak, Jorge. I am freaking weak. Look at me. I can't even throw a basketball. I feel almost like I'm letting the pack down with every single thing I do."

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

I was surprised when he gently held my hand, but I didn’t pull away. "Luna, your illness is curable. If you remain strong, I promise that after the treatment, you will be able to have a healthy and strong heir for the pack," he said, but his words only made me cry harder. "But I am already overweight, and I feel powerless to fulfil my duties. Things just started to feel normal again," I replied, feeling his hand squeeze mine gently. "Luna, I know this is hard for you, but would you prefer if the pack labelled you as infertile?" he asked. I shook my head in response.