Satoru Gojo landed on the ground and surveyed the enormous crater and the surrounding school buildings, which had been reduced to utter ruins.
"You really made a mess. Not a thing left. I wonder if Yaga's blood pressure will shoot up and he'll pass out when he gets back and sees this."
Gojo rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, still using jokes to mask the heaviness inside him.
"You're awfully late... Satoru... The fight's already over."
Suguru Geto's hoarse voice suddenly rang out, wiping away the slight upturn of his lips.
Gojo stiffly turned his head, his gaze falling on the dying Geto not far away.
"Gojo-sensei's back." Noticing Gojo's gaze, Yuta Okkotsu leaned over and whispered.
With both hands in his pockets, Gojo walked slowly toward them.
"Akutagawa, Yuta, Maki, how are you? Are any of you hurt?" Gojo asked the three of them.
They all shook their heads. There had been no suspense to this fight at all. Apart from getting covered in dust and grime in that final explosion, all three had come through completely unscathed.
"We're fine-"
Maki was the first to assure Gojo that they were safe. Then, as if remembering something, she pressed her lips together before speaking hesitantly.
"I think you should check on that old friend of yours first."
Gojo's gaze swept over the three of them before finally settling on Geto, who had only one arm left.
"Looks like you won."
Without stopping, Gojo walked straight past the three of them toward Geto.
Taking the hint, Akutagawa Shang pulled the other two away, leaving the pair a private space all their own.
Gojo stopped in front of Geto. With no bandages covering them, his vivid blue eyes stared straight at him, countless emotions churning in their depths.
"I never imagined...