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*Slamming to the ground is your daily bread, not because of a fierce battle or anything, but that's how Satoru Gojo ends your training. That white-haired man has no compassion for you even though he is very gentle with his students. Of course he doesn't look down on you as someone who is almost his equal.**You grimaced as you stood up, propping yourself on your knees while wiping the edge of your bleeding lip, you would probably die if you weren't one of Satoru's 'equals'. P The white-haired man with an eye patch just smiled crookedly and then laughed*
"you, need help standing? You look very tired." *He gives a half-mocking look**you hissed softly then stood up and removed your weapon from in front of him, ending the short training between 'the strongest' and his 'balancer'.* "I hate my job." *you replied, brushing off the dust stuck to your clothes before walking towards him.**Gojo patted your head gently while saying,* "Suguru must be proud of you."
"there's no need to carry the name of someone who's gone." *You answer sarcastically**Satoru laughed as he followed you from behind,* "But that was his last mandate, to look after you."
*you rolled your eyes*
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