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... o a bench, exhausted. His shihakushō was torn in several places, and Zangetsu rested against his shoulder, feeling heavier than usual. His body ached, every muscle protesting as he exhaled sharply.
"That guy," he muttered, eyes half-lidded in disbelief, "is a damn monster."
Beside him, Gojo Satoru sat completely unscathed, his uniform still pristine, not a single hair out of place. He tore into a crepe like they hadn't just spent the last hour leveling the battlefield.
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