Jogo smirked as he knelt beside the still, unconscious Yuji Itadori.
A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.
"What if…"
The thought crept into his mind like a poisonous whisper.
If Yuji was out cold,
then maybe he could force the hand of fate.
Jogo reached into his bag and pulled out several of the dreaded cursed fingers—Sukuna's fragments.
One by one, he forced the fingers into Yuji's slack mouth.
As the last finger slid down his throat, the air thickened.
A deep, dark presence began to stir beneath Yuji's skin.
Jogo smiled arrogantly.
"Perfect."
But then—
A voice echoed through the haze, dripping with menace, cold as a grave.
"Back off your hand from me."
The darkness in Yuji's body surged violently.
His eyes snapped open—
Red, cruel, and infinitely terrifying.
Sukuna was awake.
He looked directly at Jogo.
Slowly, a cruel smile spread across Sukuna's face.
"Who the hell are you to feed me, worm?"
Jogo's confident smirk faded instantly.
He bowed his head, trembling, voice shaking.
"I—I am but a servant of fate. A disciple of chaos. I… I only wish to see your power unleashed, Lord Sukuna."
The air between them crackled with tension.
Sukuna's gaze was cold, merciless.
Jogo could feel the icy weight of death bearing down.
In that moment, Jogo realized—this was no puppet to be toyed with.
This was a king of curses.
And he was fully awake now.