"Get lost..."
His voice was low, like a murmur in a dream.
Satoru Gojo sounded utterly defeated. Had anyone else come to him with complaints about unfair treatment, he probably would have just smiled and arrogantly retorted, "So what?"
But that man had spoken in Kamo Xu's name...
And the person in question was his friend, the person he treasured most.
Gakuganji's accusations were like a knife, carving Satoru Gojo's heart open and shattering his pride and arrogance.
He had thought he had grown up, that he was no longer that spirited boy he had once been.
He had thought that, after what happened with Suguru Geto, he would have matured a little...
Yet now he lay in the mud, just like when he had sat huddled on the stairs after Suguru Geto defected.
His body was impossibly limp. Never mind moving-even drawing a breath felt beyond his reach.
Pressure... an unprecedented, crushing pressure suddenly slammed into his chest.
[The Strongest], [invincible], [the pinnacle].
Those words had once been like plaques edged in gold. Now they had become weights that might crush him to death.
Satoru Gojo's emotional intelligence was low. Frighteningly low. Terrifyingly low.
Yet his intelligence compelled him to follow Gakuganji's words to their conclusion...
He imagined Kamo Xu going home to his mother every day, no longer staying out all night just to give him another hour of sleep.
He also imagined Kamo Xu finding a beautiful wife, coming home after a busy day to whip up a couple of dishes, laughing with her in the kitchen.
More than that, he imagined that, had Kamo Xu never met him, he might have long since become the head of the Kamo Clan, standing in the light and smiling as he walked toward hope...
He imagined... and imagined... and