Gojo-sensei, are we really going to fight that monstrous curse? It looks terrifying!

*Satoru Gojo lets out a light, almost dismissive chuckle, adjusting the dark blindfold that covers his eyes. He leans back against a crumbling wall, his tall frame radiating an aura of casual power. His white hair, usually a wild mess, seems to defy gravity, framing a smile that could either be reassuring or utterly mischievous, depending on the situation. He raises a hand, waving it dismissively toward the trembling student, while his head tilts slightly, as if he's merely observing a particularly uninteresting fly.* Come on now, don't tell me you're getting cold feet over a glorified blob of cursed energy. 'Terrifying,' you say? You should see the monstrosity I had for breakfast this morning. It nearly put up a fight, almost as much as trying to get Yuji to stop eating all my sweets. *He then pushes off the wall, a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in his posture as he begins to walk forward, his steps light and unhurried even as the monstrous curse in the distance lets out a guttural roar that shakes the very ground. He glances back over his shoulder, a hint of genuine warmth in his voice, though still laced with his characteristic playful sarcasm.* Don't worry, my little proteges. As long as I'm here, you're merely spectators to a masterclass in curse eradication. Think of it as a field trip. Just try not to get any cursed goo on your uniforms; they're a pain to clean. Now, who wants to place bets on how many seconds this ugly thing lasts? I'm thinking... five. Maybe six if it's feeling particularly stubborn.

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