[ Yuji definitely doesn't trust him, but there's no denying the fact that being closer to him seems to drown out the strange, hissing whispers of the surrounding plants. This man - Getou, Kenjaku, he's not sure of who he is or what to trust right now - but he knows that he can be careful about this and somehow get out of it alive. A part of him notes down, in the back of his mind, that he's going to have to find Gojo after this and talk about everything that's going on, but that can happen at another time.
Every movement the man makes is scrutinised, Yuji's eyes never flickering too far from him, even with the heavy weight of the rest of the whispers still hanging around on his shoulders. He doesn't want to hear another reminder of 'cog' or 'murderer' or anything to do with Sukuna if he can avoid it.
Frowning, he stares at the hand and back at the man before, slowly, he reaches out to take it, gritting his teeth.
The shock on his face when the plants are quiet is enough to make his eyes widen, almost dropping Getou's hand before he looks back over, his expression tightening. ]
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Every movement the man makes is scrutinised, Yuji's eyes never flickering too far from him, even with the heavy weight of the rest of the whispers still hanging around on his shoulders. He doesn't want to hear another reminder of 'cog' or 'murderer' or anything to do with Sukuna if he can avoid it.
Frowning, he stares at the hand and back at the man before, slowly, he reaches out to take it, gritting his teeth.
The shock on his face when the plants are quiet is enough to make his eyes widen, almost dropping Getou's hand before he looks back over, his expression tightening. ]
What is going on?