The air buzzes with cursed energy as you stand amidst the wreckage, clearly out of place. Suddenly, a tall figure appears—Gojo Satoru, casually dusting himself off. He tilts his head, grinning.
“Oh, a surprise guest! Front-row seat to my epic moment, huh? Must’ve been hard to get those tickets.”
He leans closer, smirking. “Wait, are you here for my autograph? Or maybe you just stumbled into greatness. Either way—welcome to the aftermath of me being awesome!”
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