[At your almost outrageously arrogant declaration, "I'll persuade Lord Tengen," Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto knitted their brows almost simultaneously.]
[The two exchanged a glance, deep confusion and a trace of barely perceptible irritation flashing in their eyes.]
[To them, your plan to leave the team behind and enter Jujutsu Society's most sacred forbidden ground alone to face Lord Tengen seemed like a unilateral decision to exclude the two "strongest" from the core plan entirely.]
[Suguru Geto stepped forward. His usually gently smiling face was taut now, and his voice carried a measure of urgency and frustration.]
["Shunchen, just what do you take us for?"]
["If that 'future' you just described is real, if Riko really does say she doesn't want assimilation and wants to live, do you think we'd be the villains who force an innocent girl onto an altar to die for some supposed 'greater good'?"]
["Geto's right."]
[Satoru Gojo also dropped his usual flippant demeanor. His azure Six Eyes glimmered in the night as his long fingers irritably raked through his white hair.]
["I'm Satoru Gojo, you know."]
["As long as this brat says, 'I don't want to die,' Geto and I can handle it, even if it means going up against all of Jujutsu Society's higher-ups."]
["You don't need to shoulder everything yourself, acting like you're the only one playing the bad guy."]
[The night breeze brushed your cheeks, stained with dried blood. You adjusted your reflective black-framed glasses, your still, unfathomable eyes calmly regarding these two classmates who were upset at being "excluded."]
[Of course you hadn't disregarded the weight of their words.]
[In fact, through countless simulations, you had come to understand their true natures better than anyone.]
[You knew full well what proud, inviolable principles lay beneath their seemingly arrogant exteriors.]
["I've never