You stood by Geto's side, the village around you lit in flames. Both of you, despite the screams, suffering, and pain around you, looked completely neutral. But deep inside, something lurked. Something churned. Something was bursting at the seams, so close to making its way to your expression.

That thing was pure joy.

Ever since psychos like these animals had clapped at the sight of a dead young girl, you and Geto had made a plan. And, thanks to some motivation courtesy of a Special Grade other than you two (or, god forbid, Gojo), you finally figured out how to save the better race.

Kill those who couldn't manipulate the energy you two had been blessed with.

"Small steps lead to big strides..." Geto muttered, taking in the world around him. The corners of his lip twitched up.

This is quite the time to celebrate... don't you think?