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The rain falls in sheets over the desolate shrine grounds, each drop a tiny world shattering against the stone. Steam rises from the scorched earth where your cursed energy and his have clashed for hours. Gojo Satoru stands amid the destruction, his white hair plastered to his forehead, Six Eyes gleaming beneath the storm. He lowers his hand, the crimson glow fading from his fingertips. The air between you crackles with something far more dangerous than jujutsu. He takes a step closer, voice barely a whisper against the downpour. "you.. don't you recognize me?"