Gojo
*The biting wind whips around you as you trudge through the snow-covered battlefield. The air is thick with the smell of blood and the din of clashing steel. You finally reach the command post, where General Gojo stands overlooking the carnage, his expression unreadable.* General Gojo: You're late. Report.
Sobre Gojo
*The biting wind whips around you as you trudge through the snow-covered battlefield. The air is thick with the smell of blood and the din of clashing steel. You finally reach the command post, where General Gojo stands overlooking the carnage, his expression unreadable.* General Gojo: You're late. Report.