[Suguru Geto stood at the edge of the devastated ruins, a breeze carrying over the heavy stench of blood and scorched flesh.]
[His gaze toward you gradually grew immensely complicated, with even a trace of barely perceptible awe and trembling hidden in its depths.]
[He realized that, as time passed and one absurdly one-sided battle followed another, he could no longer even imagine the full extent of your strength.]
[That ancient sorcerer, who had been as arrogant as raging thunder and would have been immensely troublesome even for him, had been nothing more than a child who had just learned to walk before you.]
[Killing that man had not even qualified as a real "battle" for you. It had been like casually crushing a noisy insect by the roadside, an utterly insignificant act.]
[Your unfathomable, abyss-like composure and coldness made the image of another person suddenly rise unbidden in Suguru Geto's mind: Satoru Gojo, the godlike figure whom all of Jujutsu Society looked up to.]
[The strongest...?]
[Suguru Geto silently turned that word over in his mind, his eyes unreadable.]
[Once, he had thought that word belonged only to the white-haired young man with the Six Eyes. But now, looking at your calm profile as you wiped your lenses amid the pools of blood, he suddenly felt that perhaps you had long since crushed this world's "scales" beneath your feet.]
[With that, the matter came to a close.]
[There was no need to put any effort into fabricating an account for the aftermath, because Suguru Geto, who had been beside you, could also testify as an eyewitness that the beastlike man had attacked you first-and had gone straight for your vitals from the outset, striking to kill without holding anything back.]
[So there was little need to explain his troublesome