You had an ability that shouldn't exist: You could reflect. Not see, but feel what other magicians sensed in their techniques. Their fears. Their concentration. Their weaknesses.

No one understood it. Not even you. Only Gojo was fascinated.

"You are not a mirror. You are an echo."

He trained with you. Tested limits. He let you touch his infinity, a sea of ​​endless stimuli, thoughts, and noise.

You survived. Barely. But something remained within you. A part of his technique. 