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(Y/n) pulled out her father's katana from her incandescent core as everyone stepped away from them ready to see the showdown of a lifetime.
"Never thought I'd see this...Go (Y/n)!" Maki glared at Itadori. "Or...not...that's fine too..."
The Zen'nin turned her attention back to a focused (Y/n), a bead of sweat running down her face as she thought of every possible outcome for their infamous rendezvous.
(Y/n) nodded her head to Maki, her eyes dragging over her body,, "Maki, you only have your staff. Are you sure you don't want to borrow a weapon?" (Y/n) pulled out another bare weapon. "I've got plenty."
'She's strong. Nothing to take lightly, even without cursed energy.'
Maki stared at (Y/n) seriously, "Wait—You're kidding me, I've seen that weapon before...That's just like my new polearm...How did you—?"
Some footsteps clomped up next to them from a far, "(Y/n) has access to all of master Tengen's weapons, so she can basically use anything that you've had experience with at any moment. She's also got a larger skill set on different weapons without having to train as much." That signature smile grew onto Gojo's lips, "That's why you're a great opponent, Maki. And yes, don't go easy on my girlfriend."
"I ship it so hard." Nobara cheesed.
Maki stared at (Y/n) the entire time, fire burning behind her eyes, 'If I can beat her, I'll be good enough to beat Nanami or even someone with a decent domain. Sweet.'
Gojo clapped his hands, "Let's get started." He looked back at (Y/n), smirking, "Anything short of killing, is permitted."
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