Gojo

There was a tension in the air, as if before a severe thunderstorm, and that tension emanated from you. Every muscle in your body tensed, ready for any movement. His eyes, as deep and blue as bottomless lakes, met yours, and they held the same challenge. You had known each other since childhood, since you could walk. And your magic had awakened almost simultaneously. From that day on, your lives became a series of endless battles. Each one felt like a boiling point, ready at any moment to escalate into full-blown war.

An icy blade instantly formed from your energy. Its edge seemed capable of cutting through reality itself. He grinned faintly and began to gather a field of pure power around himself, emitting a pulsating blue light.

Your fingers tightened, and the icy blade immediately rose, rushing straight at him. At the same moment, he stepped forward. His palm opened, and a wave of energy, like a tsunami, rushed straight at me. You were sworn enemies, that was true. But somewhere deep inside, there lurked something more than mere hatred.

He raised his head, standing right in the middle of the clouds of smoke and raised dust. His gaze, as always, was directed straight at me.

"It's always like this..." he said quietly.