Yuji Itadori stared blankly at the object in his hand.
A shriveled finger.
Blackened.
Covered in grotesque markings.
It radiated an overwhelming cursed presence.
The finger of the King of Curses.
Ryomen Sukuna.
And there was more than one.
"Eat it…"
The dying Jogo struggled to speak.
His body was nearly destroyed.
Yet his eye burned with final madness.
"If you eat them…"
"…that man will return."
"Itadori! Don't!"
Megumi Fushiguro shouted.
He rushed forward immediately.
But he was too late.
Two figures suddenly appeared from the shadows.
Girls wearing sailor uniforms.
Nanako Hasaba.
And Mimiko Hasaba.
The adopted daughters of the late Suguru Geto.
"Hey."
Nanako smirked.
"These belong to us."
Each of them held a Sukuna finger.
"Since you won't eat them willingly…"
Nanako raised her phone.
"…we'll help."
Her cursed technique activated.
Invisible pressure seized Yuji's body.
"Ugh—!"
Yuji struggled violently.
But his muscles refused to move.
It was as if invisible chains bound his limbs.
Then—
Nanako forced his jaw open.
Jogo used his last strength.
With trembling hands—
He threw several remaining fingers forward.
They flew directly into Yuji's mouth.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Together with the fingers Yuji had already consumed—
The total rose dramatically.
Fifteen.
Yuji now contained fifteen Sukuna fingers.
"Gulp."
The fingers slid down his throat.
The moment they were swallowed—
Time seemed to stop.
Dust froze in the air.
Neon lights flickered strangely.
Even the wind halted.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A wave of overwhelming malice erupted from Yuji's body.
The ground cracked violently.
Chunks of concrete lifted into the air—
Then disintegrated into dust.
Steel beams bent like soft clay.
As if bowing before a king.
This was not simply cursed energy.
It was pure malevolence.
The aura of the King of Curses.
Even Nanami Kento felt his soul freeze.
"This pressure…"
Nanami whispered.
"…it's on an entirely different level."
Nearby, Naobito Zenin gripped his sake bottle.
His hand trembled uncontrollably.
"My Projection Sorcery…"
He muttered quietly.
"…feels like a child's trick in front of this."
Even breathing felt difficult.
Yuji's body trembled violently.
Black curse markings spread across his skin.
Two additional eyes opened on his face.
Slowly—
He raised his head.
Those eyes were no longer Yuji's.
They were filled with arrogance.
Cruelty.
Ancient malice.
"Ah…"
The voice that came out was different.
Deep.
Ancient.
"It's been a long time."
He cracked his neck.
Each snap echoed through the station like thunder.
"The sensation of flesh…"
He flexed his fingers slowly.
"…is wonderful."
The air itself seemed to freeze.
Megumi.
Nanami.
Naobito.
All of them stood completely still.
Compared to this—
Even the curses they fought earlier felt insignificant.
This was the true King of Curses.
Yet among all the tense faces—
One person was still smiling.
Yagami Sora.
A system notification flashed before his eyes.
[System Notification]
Target detected: Ryomen Sukuna
State: 15 Fingers
Threat level: EXTREMELY HIGH
Recommendation: Immediate evacuation
Red warnings flooded his vision.
Energy gap exceeds safety parameters.
Survival probability extremely low.
Sora laughed softly.
"Evacuate?"
He shook his head.
"System."
"You've misunderstood something."
"This isn't danger."
His eyes gleamed with excitement.
"This is a walking reward package."
A special grade curse spirit was worth thousands of system points.
So what about Sukuna?
Tens of thousands?
Hundreds of thousands?
Sora's blood boiled.
Not from fear—
But anticipation.
"If I kill him…"
He murmured.
"All the god-tier skills in the system shop will finally unlock."
Sukuna paused.
His four eyes slowly turned.
Toward the boy staring at him with that greedy smile.
"…You."
He recognized him.
The human who once fought him when he had only a single finger's power.
The one who had actually managed—
To make him feel pain.
"I see."
Sukuna smiled slowly.
"So you exist in this era as well."
Sora stepped forward.
Unafraid.
"What?"
He grinned.
"No greeting for an old acquaintance?"
"Acquaintance?"
Sukuna narrowed his eyes.
"You mean that brief farce?"
"At that time…"
He clenched his fist.
Feeling the enormous cursed energy of fifteen fingers.
"I could barely use this body's true power."
"But now…"
He looked at Sora again.
Evaluating him.
Like prey.
"It's different."
Sora raised an eyebrow.
"So?"
Sukuna fell silent for two seconds.
Then said something that shocked everyone present.
"If you had been born a thousand years ago…"
He said slowly.
"I might have enjoyed myself much sooner."
This wasn't sarcasm.
It was recognition.
The highest form of praise the King of Curses could give.
Then Sukuna looked away.
"But unfortunately."
"You're still not enough."
Sora didn't argue.
He only smiled.
A strangely confident smile.
"Really?"
"Then watch carefully."
"Open your eyes wide."
"And see whether…"
He pointed directly at Sukuna.
"…I'm qualified to crush your remaining five fingers too."
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