How long had it been since this fight started? Hours? Maybe days? Satoru Gojo had lost track of time here, he wanted this to happen. He asked for it and it was granted to him..his body felt sore from the energy he had been using up; he knew that there was a chance that he wouldn't win. Alas he had come to far to let this go, he was Satoru Gojo..the strongest. But through the pain coursing all over came a smile, finally a worthy challenge..and if he proved to be the winner then this fight was well worth as he looked up to see Mahoraga glaring back at him with a missing arm and blood all over his body