[S-Sukuna…?]
Yuji's cautious voice rang out in his head; Sukuna froze mid-motion.
The crimson glow in his eyes faded. He blinked, unclenching the fist still crackling with Cursed Energy… His mood had felt off—he wasn't supposed to be this bloodthirsty, was he…?
Should've never resorted to fists—those savage antics were rubbing off on him!
[Sukuna… I think you're… a tiny bit brutal…?] Yuji's voice returned.
Sukuna: "???"
Hey, weren't you the one who told me to smash it good?
[But my idea of "smash it good" and yours seem kinda different…?]
Sukuna: "…"
Fine, whatever you say.
He stepped forward and dropped into the shallow pool beneath the hole he'd punched.
Watching the Special Grade Cursed Spirit struggle to heal its mangled body, he took a silent step back… Crap—maybe that had been a little too brutal.
"So… just finish it off…?"
He tried asking Yuji for approval.
Yuji cleared his throat; for some reason, he almost laughed.
[…ahem, sure.]
A slash flashed; the spirit's head parted from its neck. It twitched, collapsed into the water, and lay still.
Sukuna stared at the corpse, motionless, face twisted in consternation.
[Sukuna, what's wrong?]
Yuji asked, puzzled.
Sukuna gave an awkward cough.
"Actually… something's felt off since a moment ago…"
"My finger… seems to be inside it."
[…Huh?]
Yuji was stunned.
"Finger"… as in that finger?
Sukuna walked over, crouched, and with revulsion pinched a single finger from the cavity in the corpse's chest.
—Yep, ugly as ever; definitely his.
Both stared at the finger in silence.
Talk about a surprise—sudden and fast.
Yuji whispered: [So… eat it now? Gojo-sensei said we should finish them all, right?]
Sukuna frowned at the misshapen thing. "Can I pass?"
Yuji: […]
[Well… how about I switch in and eat it?]
Sukuna's frown deepened; he looked ready to hurl the finger away.
"Something this filthy… what if I get sick?"
Yuji: […]
Come on, my Sukuna, could you be any more disgusted?
It's your own finger!
And it's not like we haven't eaten one before… I'll just wash it first, okay?
He swapped in at once.
And swapped right back out.
[Sukuna, it's kinda high up there—mind jumping first so I can switch back?]
Sukuna: "…"
Seriously, am I your personal elevator? That level of lazy okay with you?
Grumbling, he still climbed up dutifully.
"All right, we're here. You can come ou—wait, did we forget something?"
Three seconds of mutual silence.
[Nobara and Fushiguro!—]
Yuji's voice cracked with the horror of forgetting his teammates.
They'd actually left Fushiguro and the others behind!—
[Hurry, go help them! D'you know where they are?]
Sukuna tensed. "Got it—scanning now!"
He flared his perception: with the Special Grade Cursed Spirit dead, its Innate Domain unraveled, the building reverted to normal, and his senses swept the entire detention center.
He quickly located Fushiguro and Kugisaki's Cursed Energy—plus a swarm of what looked like Grade 2 and 3 spirits, and one Grade 1 Curse.
Grade 1… still a handful for those two.
Without hesitation, he slashed, carving a straight path toward them.
A flicker—and he vanished….
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