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“What is infinity?” Gojo’s mouth pressed together, thinking the question over, knowing he’d need to explain the question to his nephew. “It’s like anelemma.”
“Anelemma?” Kakashi frowned, not following what Gojo said.
“The sun makes a figure eight like in the sky, going on and on forever and ever, day after day,” Gojo said. “That’s what infinity is.”
“And this relates to the Rikugan, how?”
“You need to be thinking infinitely,” Gojo said. “In this power of ours to keep things at bay.”
“You’re still not making any sense.”
“He never makes sense,” Minato chimed in, much to Gojo’s frustration.