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Suzue Kujou, timid, easily embarrassed, and stubborn as a mule, was the kind of person who could blend into the wallpaper if she tried hard enough-and she usually did.
Satoru Gojo...
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CHAPTER 27
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POV: Satoru Gojo
"It's not that hard, Suzue, come on."
Satoru let out an exaggerated sigh, the sound long and theatrical, as the mental connection between him and Suzue snapped.
"Two minutes. I gave her two minutes." That's all he'd promised her. Two minutes without Limitless, two minutes to let her handle it on her own. But already, he could feel the unmistakable tug of Suzue burning through his cursed energy reserves at an alarming rate. It was becoming more intense by the second, almost as if she were testing how quickly she could drain him. The sensation was familiar by now-an all-too-common blend of frustration, exasperation, and just a hint of amused resignation.
The problem wasn't the amount of cursed energy-Satoru had more than enough to power a small army of sorcerers if needed. The real issue was the way Suzue was using it. There was no sense of control, no thought to pacing or conservation. She wielded cursed energy like a blunt weapon, a hammer that smashed through everything in its path. Every blow she threw was powerful, yes, but reckless. It was going to backfire on her. And now, she wasn't just using her own energy. She was tapping into his.
"She never listens-" he thought with a smirk, sidestepping another flaming punch as the fire roared to life around him.
This recklessness wasn't sustainable. And in a fight like this-against a special grade curse that had split itself into multiple bodies-it could cost her everything. Might have been endearing in other situations, but here? It was dangerous.
To her.
Somewhere in the cursed village, beyond the fog that dulled his Six Eyes, he could feel her. He could sense the strain in her movements, the exhaustion creeping into her attacks. She was pushing herself to the limit, as she always did. But this time, she was dragging him along for the ride.
That was Suzue. Elegant in everything she did outside of combat, but once the fight started? She was a wrecking ball-unstoppable, blunt, and absolutely lacking in finesse. It wasn't a lack of skill-far from it. She was powerful, capable, and determined. But Suzue always fought like she had nothing to lose, like the only way to win was to burn everything to the ground and see what was left.
Satoru admired that about her. But he also hated it.
"She's like a wildfire..." he thought, weaving effortlessly through another barrage of attacks. "Burning everything in her path without a damn care in the world."
Even Satoru had to admit that the temperature was becoming a bit much. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, soaking into his shirt as the fake Suzue's relentless attacks pressed closer. The flames crackled, the cursed energy around them swirling with raw power, and Satoru felt the temperature spike again. The humidity was stifling, wrapping around him like a thick blanket, suffocating and relentless.
