"He only said he understood... Damn it, he actually let that guy brush him off!" Satoru Gojo fumed. "Is that version of me an idiot?"
"Anyway, if he dares not keep his word, that other me will definitely drag him out!" On that point, Gojo was completely confident.
"He can't even make a promise..." Akiko Yosano sighed. "Just how cruel is the reality he's facing?"
She had nearly suffered a mental breakdown after Tokoyami Island, yet An Xinyi had persevered in circumstances countless times more horrific, where tomorrow never came. Yosano could only admire him.
Even if she disliked the way he treated himself as worthless, Yosano still marveled, "He really is incredible."
And so terribly tragic.
"It's so hot-so hot-"
Satoru Gojo lay sprawled on the veranda, arms and legs spread wide. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen, the white hair at his temples clung to his cheeks, and he looked utterly listless.
"Hey," Gojo rolled over and addressed An Xinyi, who was busy with his woodworking in a shady spot outside, in disbelief. "Can't you feel anything? It's ridiculously hot!"
Which of us has Limitless, anyway? Damn it!
Of course, in theory, Limitless could keep the hot air out. But even then, that hot air still came infinitely close to him. It wasn't as if he couldn't feel anything; he would still feel hot.
Fortunately, An Xinyi had finished dealing with a string of civilian cases, large and small-two villages fighting over water, someone stealing seedlings from a field, and a whole pile of other trivial matters that Gojo found utterly suffocating. His superior had given him a few days off, and this was definitely the most favorably Gojo had ever viewed Tokuya Akino. Otherwise, if he still had to accompany An Xinyi on street patrols