After saying that, he walked in that direction.
Megumi Fushiguro stood beside Satoru Gojo, his mouth slightly open. Several seconds passed before he closed it again.
He finally got a clear look at Mahoraga's current state.
That mummylike body rose from the rubble again.
The dent in his chest was clearly visible, like a gong someone had struck with a hammer.
"So strong."
"How did he do that?"
"He has that much power without even trying."
He paused, as though reassessing the person before him.
"Is this guy human?"
Satoru Gojo stood beside him, his hands still in his pockets, watching with a relaxed posture.
Then he noticed something, and his eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Huh?"
"He deactivated the Gravitational Field around him?"
His voice rose with the keen interest of someone discovering a whole new world.
"Chuan, are you going to fight hand-to-hand?"
Hearing that, Megumi Fushiguro turned to look at him.
"What's wrong?"
He asked, somewhat puzzled.
"What's so strange about fighting hand-to-hand?"
Satoru Gojo chuckled, the sound carrying the air of an old hand saying, kid, you don't understand yet.
"Hmm~"
"Wangchuan, you see."
"He really dislikes other people touching him physically."
Megumi Fushiguro frowned.
"Dislikes it?"
Satoru Gojo nodded, as though confirming an interesting fact.
"Right."
"Generally speaking, his fighting style is..."
"To overwhelm and instantly kill his enemies with his Cursed Technique, without giving them a chance to get close."
He lowered his hand and tilted his head, the interest in his voice becoming a little more obvious.
"Like this."
"This is the first time I've seen him walk over of his own accord, ready to fight with his fists."
Megumi Fushiguro fell silent for two seconds.
He looked at Satoru Gojo's expression, then at the distant figure loosening his shoulders and wrists.
Something new mingled