' made it all look painless, man am i the greatest? '
Reliance is a curse. Blood is worse than that. And love? Well love is the worst of all.
Satoru Gojo knew he was the strongest, but he never expected anyone to make him feel powerless. That was un...
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That night, the two of us ended up moving to a dingy motel just a few blocks from the safe house. The neon sign outside buzzed faintly, one letter flickering on and off sporadically. It wasn't much to look at, but it served its purpose. We needed to disappear from the radar, especially after Key-no's ambush. Masking our cursed energy should have been our first move, but hindsight wasn't going to save us now.
The room smelled faintly of old cigarettes, and the wallpaper was peeling at the edges. "This is... cozy."
Gojo flopped onto one of the twin beds with no regard for the dust cloud he kicked up. I'm so jealous of infinity sometimes. "Yeah, the height of luxury. Maybe they'll even throw in a free breakfast." He grinned, lacing his fingers behind his head.
I rolled my eyes. "I'll settle for not getting asbestos poisoning."
"Details, details," he drawled, already pulling his blindfold over his eyes.
Our mission took us to back to the outskirts of Kyushu, a sprawling area teeming with both natural beauty and potential danger. We'd been assigned a specific quadrant to search, but Gojo's Six Eyes made short work of the task. By midday, we'd already located the Key-no base, nestled in a secluded patch of forest. It wasn't even hidden well—just some camouflaged buildings that might fool a regular civilian.
"Amateurs," Gojo mumbles, leaning lazily against a trunk, eating sweets as if we were on a picnic.
For the next two hours, we, or should I say I, conducted recon, carefully mapping out the base's layout. There were a few guards patrolling the perimeter, but nothing we couldn't handle since they lacked basic cursed energy. The main building was a squat, reinforced structure, likely housing their higher-ups and the cursed objects they were hoarding. I sketched the details in my notebook while Gojo...complained.
"Do you have to mark every little thing? We could just blow the place up and call it a day," he whined for the fifth time.
"Some of us actually plan before rushing in," I shot back without looking up. "And remember, not all of us are untouchable."
"I already said, I've got you, my girl." He groaned dramatically. "Planning is boring. Action is fun. You should try it sometime."
"Maybe I'll let you handle the action while I sit back and watch."
"Deal."
Finally, I finished the map, complete with entry points, guard rotations, and blind spots. As I capped my pen, Gojo spoke up. "I've had a change of heart. We need more time to plan. We should come back tomorrow."
I froze, staring at him. "Are you serious?"
"What?" he asked, his tone infuriatingly casual.
"You've been complaining this entire time about how long this is taking, and now you want more time?"
