πΉπ¬π¨π³π΄ πΆπ πΊπ―π¨π«πΆπΎπΊ β’ Gojo Satoru
βπ»π ππ ππππππ, πππ ππππ ππ π
ππ πππππβ
Mikazuki hadn't come back to make nice, nor mourn her twin's death. She'd come to burn everything to the ground, and in that single second, Satoru realized he couldn't let her. He could see it clearly, now. One day, maybe someday soon... he would have to kill Kinzoku Mikazuki.
And she knew it, too.
"Are you going to kill me, too?"
Satoru's expression never changed.
"Only if you leave me no other choice"
"Good" Mikazuki stepped back, keeping her gaze on Satoru "Because I know I won't hesitate to take you out if you get in my way, Gojo Satoru"
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Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive. Kinzoku Mikazuki was the spare. Two incredibly powerful sorcerers discovering what the real meaning of 'equal' is while dismantling the world of jujutsu, one sorcerer at a time.
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α΄α΄α΄
α΄α΄α΄ κ±α΄Κα΄α΄
α΄Κα΄: α΄‘α΄α΄
Ι΄α΄κ±α΄
α΄Κ & κ±α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄Κ
α΄Κα΄κ±κ±α΄α΄κ±α΄α΄α΄
α΄Ι΄ α΄α΄3
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Κα΄α΄α΄ ΙͺΙͺΙͺ ΙͺΙ΄ α΄Κα΄ π²πππππππ κ±α΄ΚΙͺα΄κ±
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πππππ ππ πππππππππ
