Jujutsu Kaisen: Nozomi no Sora

"You're just talking to yourself." Sukuna's tone carried a hint of contempt, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly at Itadori's face, like a glance cast from an abyss. "Hurry up and state your purpose, then get lost. I'm in a very bad mood right now."

"How heartless!" Wan tilted his head, but his eyes were full of doting smiles.

She raised her hand, her nail-covered knuckles lightly lifting to unfold a small bundle wrapped in cloth. The cloth slipped down, revealing charred, yellowish-brown fingers inside, glistening oily in the moonlight.

"Actually, someone asked me to bring you some gifts: eleven fingers of Sukuna."

Both Huzhang and Fuhei were taken aback upon hearing this.

Su Nuo's lips curled up slightly.

"Oh?" His voice held a hint of amusement, as if scrutinizing a clumsy trick. "You think this is enough to make up for what you've got? What else?"

Wan revealed a smile, a smile that carried a hidden expectation.

"Also, he asked me to pass on a message—" She paused deliberately, as if the night air had suddenly frozen, "Gojo Satoru will be here soon."

silence.

In the two seconds of deathly silence, only the sound of the river flowing in the distance could be heard.

Suddenly, Su Nuo burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! You tricked me, Lu Suo!" The laughter stopped abruptly, and Su Nuo turned his gaze to Wan beside him, his scarlet eyes burning with dangerous flames. "However, in terms of the result, our goals are temporarily aligned!"

Since you relayed his message, could you do me a favor while you're at it?

Wan smiled, speaking with a doting tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Of course, anything is fine."

Sukuna's eyes suddenly darted to Fushiguro Megumi beside him. In that instant, Fushiguro Megumi felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if he were being watched by some ancient predator.

"Find that girl named Fushiguro Miki," Sukuna's voice floated out. "Take her away. I'll come find you after this is all over."

Wan's expression was somewhat strange, a fleeting, unfathomable emotion flashing in his eyes. He simply said, "Alright, whatever you say."

Then, her insect-shaped wings suddenly unfolded, flapping the air currents as she rose into the air and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Fushiguro Megumi was shocked and roared at Sukuna, "Bastard! What do you want to do?!"

"Fushiguro, don't get agitated. It's best to ignore what these curses say. Once Gojo-sensei arrives, everything will be alright."

No sooner had Tiger Stick finished speaking than Su Nuo burst into uncontrollable laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

"What are you laughing at?"

"So you really don't remember anything, you foolish brat! How delightful!"

next second.

A deep incantation came from Su Nuo's mouth—

"Qi-Kuo!"

Suddenly, the curse marks on Itajō's face became visible.

With his body completely controlled by Sukuna, Itadori revealed a maniacal smile, his mouth stretching to his ears, his eyes no longer showing any gentleness, only endless savagery.

"I made a pact with that brat, with two conditions: when I say 'Qi Kuo,' he has to give me his body for one minute, and he has to forget about this pact!"

So in this one minute, I can neither kill nor harm anyone, and right now, I'm gambling—"

As he spoke, he concentrated all his magical power into his little finger, then grinned maliciously and ripped it off! Blood splattered, bone fragments were exposed, but he laughed even more maniacally.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!" Sukuna suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, blood dripping from Itajō's wrist. "Truly utterly! You foolish brat! The constraint of 'not being able to hurt anyone' didn't include yourself!"

Sensing the spread of Sukuna's frenzied curse power, Fushiguro Megumi quickly clenched her fists, adopting the stance of the strongest shikigami subjugation ritual among the ten shadow spells, with shadows surging wildly beneath her feet.

"Burube Yura Yura!"

However, before Fushiguro Megumi could fully activate his technique, Sukuna had already grabbed his hand joints, casually interrupting the subjugation ritual. Then, he grabbed Fushiguro's chin and shoved the little finger he had just torn off Itadori's body into Fushiguro Megumi's mouth!

The severed finger, carrying the warm, metallic scent of blood and terrifying curse power, instantly shattered Fushiguro Megumi's consciousness.

In a daze, what appeared before him was a throne made of countless withered bones, pale skeletons stretching out in the void, and the shadow that made his heart tremble sat casually on it.

The cursed king from a thousand years ago—Liangmian Sunu—is looking down at him from his high position.

"You've arrived."

"Su Nuo?" Fu Hei Hui frowned, trying to channel his magical power, but found his body as heavy as lead. "What did you do to me?"

"This is my birthplace," Sukuna chuckled, pointing to Fushiguro Megumi, "and of course, it's also inside your body."

Upon hearing this, Fushiguro Megumi was terrified. He immediately clenched his fists and placed them in front of his chest, ready to fight to the death once again.

Su Nu smiled, a smile brimming with an air of complete control: "Don't waste your time. You're not like that brat. I can take over your body anytime, anywhere. You have no right to negotiate with me as an equal. The only reason I'm going to all this trouble to say a few words to you is to hope that you won't get in my way for the next ten minutes!"

Fushiguro Megumi frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm only interested in what's in the shadows behind you. I originally planned to let you grow a bit more so that I could take your body in a more interesting scenario later, but that bastard seems to have unilaterally broken free of his restraints!"

He probably hopes I'll create some chaos for him at this time!

It doesn't matter, at least it's good to get some exercise.

Let's kill that blindfolded sorcerer first!

"That bastard wasn't referring to Itajō, was he?" Fushiguro Megumi thought solemnly, looking down at Sukuna's superior posture, he clenched his fists and made up his mind.

Do you think I would let you use my body?

However, before he could finish speaking, Su Nuo merely raised a finger, and the space beneath Fukuro Megumi suddenly shattered, cracking like a mirror. Fukuro Megumi felt his feet sink into the ground, his body plummeting into an endless abyss of darkness, without even having time to unleash his trump card.

"Save your energy. I've already told you, you're not like that kid."

Su Nuo's voice came from a distant high place, echoing.

"Keep it locked up!"

As a favor for offering me your body, I will not harm your companions—the brat and that woman—as long as you don't get in the way for the next ten minutes!

Oh, and think more about your sister! Hahahaha!

The unrestrained, arrogant laughter faded into the distance, gradually swallowed by the darkness.

His consciousness continued to sink until he could no longer feel anything outside.

Fuhei slowly closed his eyes...

in reality.

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Itachi stared blankly at the scene before him, completely unable to recall what had happened.

However, something seemed off about Fushiguro Megumi in front of him.

"Remember?" Fushiguro revealed a sinister smile, a smile that didn't belong to Fushiguro Megumi, but rather Sukuna's signature ferocious grin. "Because you can see interesting things, didn't I tell you, brat!"

Tiger Rod couldn't believe his eyes. Looking at the identical markings that had appeared on Fukuro's face, just like those on Sukuna's, his lips trembled.

"Fu Hei?"

However, Su Nu, who had taken over Fukuro's body, raised his hand and moved his new fingers. Then, he delivered a heavy punch to Itadori's abdomen, as if venting the pent-up anger that had been building up inside Itadori over the past few days.

The tiger's body rolled dozens of meters across the rough ground, each impact producing a loud thud, until it crashed heavily onto the concrete embankment of the river, sending stones flying and dust billowing everywhere.

His body lay limply in the pile of rubble, his eyes closed, unconscious.

"What a...pleasant relief."

Su Nuo revealed a look of ecstasy, and then took out the package that Wan had given him from his bosom.

The cloth was untied, revealing twelve charred, yellowed fingers lying quietly inside. A greedy glint flashed in Su Nuo's eyes as he grabbed the fingers and, as if savoring a delicacy, slowly swallowed them one by one.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the chilling sound of him swallowing was exceptionally clear on the silent riverbank.

Including the one that Fu Hei had retrieved himself, a total of twelve fingers went into his stomach.

Including the fingers that Itachi had swallowed before, he now has a total of fifteen fingers inside his body.

In an instant, terrifying curse power surged through his blood vessels like a tsunami, dark patterns appeared on his skin, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Su Nuo tilted his head back and took a deep breath, as if savoring the long-lost feeling of being filled with power.

However, at that moment, a familiar yet oppressive figure appeared in the night sky.

Su Nuo looked up at the white-haired man floating in the air and grinned, "I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly! Looks like that guy arranged for someone to deliver the message beforehand!"

Those deep blue eyes were calm and cold.

"From what you're saying, I was tricked into coming here?"

Sukuna spread his hands, and Fushiguro Megumi's body stretched out in the moonlight, his face bearing Sukuna's arrogant smile.

"Who knows? Anyway, you saw what you wanted to see, didn't you, Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar boy in front of him, his voice growing increasingly low.

"So, what's wrong with you looking like this? Should I call you Megumi or Sukuna?"

"Do as you please! Remember what I said? Once I'm rid of that brat's body, the first person I'll kill is you!"