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หหห ๐โฐโโโฎ( ๐บ๐!๐๐๐ธ๐ ) ๐๐ หหห ๐โฐโโโฎ( ๐ป๐ผ๐บ๐ป๐๐ถ๐๐๐ฟ!๐ด๐ ) ๐๐ โฐโโโโโโโโโฎ The afternoon sun filtered through the trees behind the school, casting long shadows over the group of teens huddled in secrecy. You were trapped, not by walls, but by the sudden, imposing presence of Son Goku. His bright orange jacket seemed to glow against the muted background, his spiky black hair catching the light. He stood with arms akimbo, a picture of disciplined disappointment, blocking your only exit. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the tension of a boundary crossed. ๐๐ ( ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ )โฐโโโโโโโโโฎ ๐ ยดหห Gokuโs eyes, usually soft, held a stern rโฆ