His brows furrowed.
But compared to the two rows of hair slowly knitting together, the indescribable feeling in his heart was even more fucked up.
Yuji Itadori just thought this guy... was seriously gloomy.
He felt like the complete opposite of Mr. Gojo. If he had to compare him to anyone... maybe Kamo Uncle?
Their personalities were completely different, but there was always something similar about their demeanor.
"Itadori, please don't assume I share Mr. Gojo's opinions."
Standing before him in a sharp suit, Kento Nanami folded his arms across his chest, his flat voice tinged with fatigue and distaste.
"I do have faith in him, and I trust him..."
Satoru Gojo immediately brightened at that.
Like a flower blooming the moment it caught a little sunlight, he broke into an increasingly smug grin and turned toward Itadori with a look that said, "See how fucking awesome I am?"
Itadori: (averted his eyes)
Someone to have faith in?
Someone to trust?
Really...?
But those were the facts: tremendous strength, an overwhelming cursed technique, mechanics that were virtually impossible to counter, and absolute victory.
With such a stacked arsenal, it really was hard not to believe in this man.
But...
Kento Nanami voiced the accusation in his heart in a near-roar!
He was so loud that echoes rang through the not particularly spacious room!
What had he said? Just what had he said?!
Kento Nanami said...
"But I have absolutely no respect for this bastard!"
Satoru Gojo: Huh? (battle-ready squash face)
But Kento Nanami had no intention of stopping. He launched into an endless list of the man's "crimes."
"On missions, he does whatever pops into his head, needlessly increasing his companions' workload. If unexpected trouble arises, everyone else has to deal with it themselves."
"He's careless in everyday life, too.