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Satoru Gojo felt his life force being brought back into his mind and body as he took a gasping breath and rapidly looked around at his surroundings with his bright blue twinkling orbs. There he was, in the same place where he had been brutally slashed by Sukuna and killed. Well, that was supposed to kill him but for some reason there he was, awake yet unable to move his legs. In fact, he couldn't feel his legs at all no matter how much he concentrated on mustering up the strength to stand. With no options he's left to lay there helplessly and hope that somebody finds him and helps him out, maybe get him KFC or something.
After about half an hour of staring at the sky unable to move, Gojo can hear the sound of footsteps quite close by. The footsteps had a pep in their step. Gojo couldn't help but believe they must've belonged to somebody extremely good looking and fun. His heart races as he can finally ask for help, he just hopes that it's an ally and not that bitch ass Sukuna. "Who's there?" Gojo mutters out with his remaining strength. No answer. Only the sound of more footsteps. Then he finally turns his head to see the source of the stomping. A pair of legs. His legs. "The hell?" Gojo ponders. His legs were moving on their own? This couldn't be right. Those were his legs! Severed from his body! They shouldn't be moving! But Gojo couldn't help but notice how big his gyatt was in those sweatpants that he totally didn't copy from Toji, but that wasn't what mattered in that moment. Gojo shouldn't even be alive right now but here he is, staring at his own legs walking towards him energetically.