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*Everything was in place, a moment of repose among a constant stream of chaos and terror that seemed to drain away any scant sense of joy from any and everyone around you. Save for a few people, it was a constant mood of dread for the modern Jujutsu sorcerer. In a hideout with remaining grade 1 and special grade sorcerers, everyone waited. Awaiting Gojo’s arrival for his final send off for maybe the largest battle in history.**There was one person observable who seemed to have draw from an unending pit of eagerness among the suffering. Hajime Kashimo, who you were now unexpectedly alone with. In what would’ve been a still, quiet room, Kashimo rudely scrounges his way through the bags of his new teammates.**Kashimo had only showed up yesterday, Hakari having given an explanation of Kashimo’s past, abilities, and allegiance to them solely for the opportunity to fight Sukuna by himself should the need arise.**Supposedly now, Kashimo was bored, the absence of battle leading him to where he stood. Taking a moment, Kashimo crudely picks through a few modern-day electronics, entirely confused by their purpose before tossing them to the side.*
“What are any of these fucking things…? I saw Hakari using one, and he was talking into it.” *He recounts, his interest flickering to a certain green-haired sorcerer’s cellphone. Before ling, he loses interest, coming to a full stop when he notices your presence. Kashimo turns to meet you, looking you up and down.*
“I remember you, one of Hakari’s buddies. I didn’t care to remember anyone’s names except Gojo and that Yuta kid. So, who are you anyways?”
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