Hisoka's Toy—(Please Follow)
The White-haired boy left the arena after saying this, leaving the two men behind. (-_-) (-_-)
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The current Gojo Satoru was thirty, and Sukuna was thirty-five. Their skills should have grown stronger as a result.
But the Six Eyes... for now, they were still more of a burden than a benefit to him.
"..."
The man in the black robe and the squinty-eyed man looked at each other, neither speaking first.
"Hah, just because he told us to sign up for a challenge, we're supposed to do it? That's so spineless!" the man in the black robe said, putting on a bold front.
"Exactly. I agree," the squinty-eyed man said.
"I can't stand being told no by arrogant brats like that!" the man in the black robe added.
The squinty-eyed man nodded. "Me neither."
Bowie was carried away on a stretcher by the Sky Arena staff. As the stretcher passed the two men, he tremblingly raised a finger and spoke weakly.
"...Get... get revenge for me."
He managed to finish the sentence, then his head lolled to the right, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Apparently, he had passed out again.
The small amount of friendship between them left the two men in the audience silent for a moment.
"Bowie has the strongest defense among us. If he couldn't withstand that brat's final blow, there's no way we could," the squinty-eyed man analyzed.
Bowie was a specialist in defense. He hadn't even bothered trying to develop other abilities, focusing solely on making his defense as strong as possible.
And yet he still hadn't been able to take the hit.
If the two of them went up there, they wouldn't get revenge for Bowie. They'd