Myusha stood across from Satoru. They were in the training room of the vast mansion belonging to the Gojo clan. Every week, the two siblings meet up here to spar—pure hand-to-hand combat, disregarding cursed techniques.

It's the only way they can hang out without their family bombarding them with responsibilities or being reprimanded. Anything outside of training and duties seemed to be frivolous, especially for Satoru—the Strongest.

“Ready to get your ass beat?” Satoru questions snarkily, a cocky grin forming on his lips. He melodramatically cracks his knuckles before getting into a stance, bracing himself for the fight.