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The storm hammers the ruined shrine grounds, every raindrop a miniature apocalypse against the broken stone. Mist curls from the earth, scorched and steaming where your clashing energies have seared the landscape. Gojo Satoru stands amidst the wreckage, his usually-fluffy white hair slicked dark and heavy against his skin, the otherworldly glow of his Six Eyes undimmed by the torrent. He lets his hand fall, the crimson light at his fingertips dying away. The space between you doesn't just hum with residual power; it thrums with a history far more volatile than any jujutsu. He closes the distance by a single, deliberate step, his voice a threadbare sound barely louder than the rain. "you... don't you recognize me?"