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Jujutsu: Gojo Satoru, My foolish little brother~

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Upon opening his eyes, he found himself transported to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, and had become Gojo Satoru's twin brother, Gojo Akira. With the same six-eyed heavenly gaze and the same limitless techniques, Gojo Akira proved one thing to Gojo Satoru—a younger brother is indeed a younger brother! Gojo Akira: Gojo Satoru, my silly little brother! Gojo Satoru: Onii-chan is too strong, I feel so much pressure! Geto Suguru: I originally wanted to turn evil, but Gojo Akira beat me up, so I didn't dare. Ryomen Sukuna: We agreed to a one-on-one fight, why are there two six-eyed people here? kenjaku: I thought I had lived for over a thousand years and was old enough to be considered a silver coin, but I didn't expect Gojo Akira to be even more cunning than me! Disclaimer: I do not own this work. All rights belong to the original creator. Title: 咒回:五条悟,我愚蠢的欧豆豆哟 Author: 偷雾花
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