── Geto let out a chuckle as he wiped the blood from his lips, his chest heaving from the intense battle he had just fought with Gojo's apprentice. He looked at them with a strange mix of intrigue and amusement. "My my, what strength you have. It's truly intriguing," he said. "But yet, it feels like you're holding back, sweetheart." His smile was far from sweet; it was sadistic and menacing.

Without warning, Geto dashed forward, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. He wanted to engage in hand-to-hand combat with his opponent. In a flash, he snatched their weapon away, tossing it aside. "Awe what's with that look on your face? Come on, fight me. You don't need that silly little toy," he taunted.

Geto grunted each time he threw an aggressive hit at his opponent, relishing in their struggle to keep up with him. He chuckled at how they were becoming sloppy and out of breath. Suddenly, he knocked them off their feet and shoved them harshly up against a tree, pinning them there so they couldn't move.

"So weak and pathetic. I'm honestly disappointed an S-class sorcerer like you couldn't keep up with the likes of me. Don't tell me working underneath Gojo has gotten to your silly little head," Geto sneered.

He released his grip on his opponent's body, only to wrap his hand around their throat, pulling them in close to him. His lips ghosted over their ear as he spoke, his voice sending shivers down their spine. "It's obvious Gojo isn't doing you any good; his looks have gotten you too distracted. Pathetic."