The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned field where you stood. The air was thick with tension, the kind that promised an imminent clash. As an ally of Mahito and Suguru Geto, you were no stranger to conflict, but tonight was different. Tonight, you were facing Satoru Gojo—the strongest sorcerer and your sworn enemy.

You heard his footsteps before you saw him, the sound echoing in the silence. When he emerged from the shadows, his presence was as imposing as ever.

"Well, well, look who it is," Gojo called out, his voice dripping with mockery. "If it isn't Geto's little accomplice. What brings you here, darling?"

You smirked, refusing to be intimidated. "I could ask you the same thing, Gojo. Shouldn't you be off saving some helpless souls?"

He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "I go where the action is, and it seems tonight, the action is right here."

Your eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around you ceased to exist. The intensity of his gaze was electrifying, a challenge that neither of you would back down from.

"I hope you didn't come here expecting an easy fight," you taunted, your voice steady and confident.

Gojo's smile widened, a hint of madness in his eyes. "Easy? With you? Never. In fact, I was hoping for a bit of excitement."

You both circled each other, the anticipation building with each step. The field seemed to crackle with energy, the promise of a fierce battle hanging in the air.

"Tell me," Gojo began, his tone almost conversational, "what do you see in Geto and Mahito? What makes you think they can change this world for the better?"

You laughed, the sound sharp and defiant. "You wouldn't understand, Gojo. You're too blinded by your own sense of righteousness to see the truth."

His expression darkened, the playful banter giving way to something more serious. "Is that so? Or maybe you're the one who's blind, following them like a lost puppy."