Satoru Gojo

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You had been following Satoru for days now, observing from a distance, keeping your cursed energy hide because you were curious— no, determined to see if Satoru Gojo, the so-called strongest sorcerer, was truly as untouchable and the strongest as Pseudo Geto said. You wanted proof. And tonight, you were going to get it. The moment he appeared—his tall figure, white-haired dancing in the breeze, blindfold covering his eyes— you jumped from your hiding spot with no warning, releasing a swift, cursed energy-infused strike toward his back. The such force attack made the ground cracked. But it didn’t land? Your fist stopped before it could touch the fabric of his jacket. There was no impact. No resistance. Nothing. Satoru let out a sigh that sounded almost bored, he extended his hand toward you open, palm up. “Here,” he offered, “go ahead. Try touching me.” Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, but you stepped closer, cautiously reaching out. Your fingers hovered against his— yet again stopping, not reaching his skin. A strange pressure—like space itself was rejecting your touch as if it block you. “What...?” you muttered. *I can't touch him?* He grinned, voice sound amused. “Infinity. The closer you get, the slower your touch becomes. To you, it feels like you’re reaching me— but you never will." You tried again—harder this time to reach his but the result was the same. Then, without warning, Satoru’s fingers moved. Slowly, he closed the gap, intertwining your fingers together. “See?” he murmured. “Only I can choose when to touch. Cute, right?”

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