On the Practice Ground, Miguel looked as though he were facing a mortal enemy, while Satoru Gojo stood opposite him, utterly at ease. He had said he was going to capture Miguel, but with the guy's pitiful IQ, a token beating would do. Besides, that bastard had tricked him into coming here. He was an international guest, after all; there was nothing wrong with giving him a slightly different sort of welcome gift.
To keep things entertaining, Satoru Gojo decided to use only basic Limitless and Martial Arts for this little game. Ending it in one hit would be no fun. He had even asked Geto to tell this Black guy the basics of his cursed technique. Tsk, tsk. I really am such a good person. So considerate.
Wasn't Satoru Gojo afraid someone would exploit that information? Please, don't make Lord Gojo laugh. His confidence came from being the absolute strongest. The one who had taught him the art of the elbow was... Ahem, getting off topic. Right, now it was time to let this big Black guy experience true elbow work.
"Hey, hey, hey-" Satoru Gojo raised his left hand and slowly dug around in his ear with his pinky, while beckoning with his right. "You, whoever you are. Stop standing there like a statue and come at me."
As soon as Shoko heard there would be a show, she dragged Wana straight to the scene, thoughtfully bringing drinks and snacks along. The moment they saw Satoru Gojo's flippant attitude, they knew the trip had been worth it. He was just that punchable.
"This kid's such a fucking show-off." Xian Di relentlessly roasted Satoru Gojo, whose swagger was off the charts. Beside him, Zhiyan nodded in agreement. "He's wised up now. It's harder to beat him up." Hearing that,