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Amidst the passing of days and weeks, our interactions evolved into a complex and intense dance, fueled by mutual animosity.

Choso seemed to derive strength from provoking my anger, and each time I allowed myself to be affected by his actions, it felt like a part of me was unraveling.

It was a draining yet exhilarating experience. However, beneath the surface of our conflict, the outside world was undergoing a transformation. Rumors of an imminent conflict between rival jujutsu factions began to spread.

Tensions were escalating, and a palpable sense of foreboding started to seep into our lives. One significant evening, a meeting of students was called to address the looming conflict.

The room buzzed tense with conversations as we gathered in the student hall, burdened by the weight of impending uncertainty.

A senior student somberly announced, "Officers are disappearing, and they are being eliminated without a chance to defend themselves. We must prepare." A heavy silence fell over the room as the weight of those words sank in.

Standing at the front was Choso, displaying an unusually solemn demeanor, devoid of his usual mocking undertone.

"We mustn't yield to fear. We must train harder and fight with all our might. This is our chance to prove ourselves," he stated. I watched him as he spoke, feeling a mix of awe and animosity.

Despite everything, there was a fervor in him that captured my attention, igniting a deep desire within me to stand by his side in battle, despite my reluctance to acknowledge it.

After the meeting had come to an end, and I was scurrying to make my preparations, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Choso standing there, his expression, one softer than I had ever seen.