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“I am such a big fan!” She scrambled up from the floor and grabbed Getou’s hands in her own. “I have so so many questions!-” Blue eyes glistening as her head moved wildly trying to see as much of Getou as she could all at once.
The man in question made no move to remove her hands from his own but stared warily at her face which was stretched wide in a smile that threatened to split her whole face in two. The side of her face was still covered in blood but she showed no sign of injury. What was most perplexing to him, however, was the change in her cursed energy. From the moment Toji Fushiguro had left after shooting her, Amanai’s cursed energy had been out of control, fluctuating with no sign of stabilising.
“Amanai…?” He spoke in a low voice, similar to a whisper.
The girl smiled impossibly wider and let go of Getou in favour of gesturing with just as much vigour as she spoke with, “Yes! Well, no.” Getou followed every movement with his eyes as it became increasingly apparent that this was no longer Amanai. “I mean, whatever is most comfortable for you, really.”
A plethora of scenarios ran through his mind at the speed of light. Was this a trick? No one without a RCT could bounce back from a headshot like it was nothing. Toji would never have left if he realised that Amanai wasn’t dead. How could he collect the bounty on her head with her body still moving? Nothing was making sense. The more pressing matter, however, was Satoru. As if privy to his inner musing, Fake-Amanai gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.
“Oh my gosh, we need to stop Gojo!” She started running towards the door before stopping, looking back at Getou and smiling sheepishly as she asked, “Uh, do you know how to get out of here?” If there was any chance that this girl was Riko, it was officially dead.