As expected of someone from the country known for producing the greatest number of jujutsu sorcerers, Lu had always been remarkably strong. He was constantly getting lost, which meant I often found myself walking right behind him, following his lead.
Lu wasn't terribly tall. After he became a special-grade jujutsu sorcerer, he grew even busier, and the time I could spend accompanying him steadily dwindled.
Gojo and I used to gossip about him. On the night his injuries healed after he attained special-grade status, Gojo and I dragged him into a long conversation. He looked desperately sleepy, but Gojo and I wouldn't let him rest. Shoko cursed us both out as "scumbags" that day, though Gojo and I didn't care—Shoko's snark wasn't a rare occurrence, and we were well used to it.
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