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THE ROOM FLICKERED with a subdued yet luminous glow as Akira, the woman with striking red eyes, attentively absorbed Gojo's words. "And Yuuji was one of those," Gojo declared, clenching his fists, the veins on his hands protruding with intensity.
Interrupting the moment, Shoko, clad in hospital gloves, addressed the trio of Akira, Gojo, and Ijichi. "Hey, you three? It's about to get started. Are you just gonna watch from there?" she inquired, but Akira's eyes widened in shock.
Suddenly, the boy behind Shoko sat up, catching everyone off guard. The room fell into an astonished hush as all four adults fixated their gaze on the young teen. "Itadori?!" Akira exclaimed, her disbelief palpable.
Shoko, nonchalant yet mildly disappointed, sighed, "I'm kind of disappointed."
The boy, seemingly unfazed, inquired as Shoko produced a hospital gown, "Sorry to ask, but who are you?" Akira smiled, looking at the boy.
In response, Gojo and Itadori exchanged a high-five, their grins reflecting a shared understanding and camaraderie that extended beyond words. The room buzzed with a blend of tension, curiosity, and unspoken connections as the unfolding events promised an intricate dance between the known and the unexpected.
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"Uh, I'll have to revise the reports," Shoko spoke with a resigned sigh as the trio-Gojo, Akira, and Shoko-strolled amidst the traditional buildings.
Gojo, ever nonchalant, dismissed the idea, "Nah, leave them as they are. I want him to regain the power necessary before he's targeted again."
Akira, hands tucked in her pockets, raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yeah, Itadori being Sukuna's vessel doesn't sit right with some."
Turning to Shoko with a mischievous smile, Gojo made an unusual request, "So, sorry Shoko, could you list Itadori as dead in records?"
Shoko, raising an inquisitive look, questioned, "Means you have to keep Itadori completely hidden away?" Akira shook her head in dissent.
"We'll bring him back in the exchange event," Gojo announced, his tone carrying a sense of assurance. "The reason is simple."
"No one's allowed to take the event of youth from young people," Gojo grinned, strolling between the two ladies. "I bet everyone will be surprised." The air buzzed with a blend of secrecy, strategy, and a touch of Gojo's trademark unpredictability.
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Amidst the bustling chaos of the training grounds, Nobara sprinted, shouting and screaming, with Panda hot on her heels. Aanya took a moment to stretch her muscles, flanked by Toge and Maki. Dressed in a light blue zip-up upper, black shorts, knee-length socks, and shoes, she let out a slow grunt, preparing for the rigorous training ahead.
