acknowledge
/əkˈnɒlɪdʒ/
𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏
𝟭. accept or admit the existence or truth of.
𝟮. recognize the importance or quality of.
➪ 𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑
𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑...
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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Oɴᴇ @𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲
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3rd Person:
"Good Morning."
Itadori gradually blinked his hazel orbs to elude the darkness he was currently in. He lifted his fatigued head up and looked around with disorientation painted on his face.
Talismans. Lamps. More Talismans and Lamps.
"So, which one are you now?"
A blindfolded man asked curiously whilst sitting on a chair. Incorrectly.
"......" "Aren't you..."
"Gojo Satoru." "I'm the teacher for the First-Years at Jujutsu Tech."
The strange man explained whilst twirling his hand for extra effects.
"Jujutsu? Fushiguro.."
Murmured Itadori, with his attention now fully on to the man in front of him. Suddenly, he yanked himself forward.
"My senpais... Mito-chan?! Where are they?"
He questioned, well more like demanded. This left the man thinking,'Mito-chan? Hmm. I'm guessing she's the red head he was with.'
"Huh?!"
He rotated his upper body behind to view himself being bound with rope.
"What is this.."
"No need to worry about them right now." 'Well maybe the jinchūriki but that can wait.' "Itadori Yuji."
The man cooly says as he lets him arms dangle from the chair. Itadori turned his body back to his original position and stared at the man with bewildered written on his bruised face.
