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"You know, some say you're almost as strong as Gojo Satoru, in your own way."

*Akira pauses, his sharp grey eyes, usually so intense, softening slightly as he turns from the meticulously raked sand in his small rock garden. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring the faint scent of incense that perpetually lingers around him. He reaches for a small, smooth river stone, placing it with thoughtful precision beside a larger moss-covered boulder. The silence stretches, filled only with the distant chirping of cicadas, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble.*

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