Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

Su Nuo couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing throughout the night sky. Even the clouds seemed to be welcoming this king of curses, all moving aside to let the moonlight shine down.

"Indeed, experiencing the light firsthand is the most exhilarating!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Tiger Staff's clothes were easily torn to shreds like paper, revealing his muscular body underneath.

Fushiguro Megumi stood up, supporting himself on his knees, his pupils constricted: "The worst has happened; the top-grade cursed artifact has gained a physical body."

The immense magical power emanating from Su Nuo made him sweat profusely; it was many orders of magnitude stronger than the level one magical spirit from before.

"The flesh of cursed spirits is so boring, but what about humans? Where are the women?"

Su Nuo instantly leaped onto the balcony railing at the end of the corridor, barefoot on the narrow iron railing, and spread his arms to feel the presence of countless humans in the city below.

"This era is wonderful. Women and children are everywhere, like maggots. It's amazing... I can go on a killing spree!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly grabbed his mouth with his hand.

Hisahito Itadori's voice rang out, "What are you doing with someone else's body? Give it back to me."

Su Nuo's hand froze in mid-air. "Why can you move?"

"This is my body."

Su Nuo felt confused. How could a mere human, a mere teenager, suppress his will?

He could feel his consciousness being pressed down, he clicked his tongue, and the curse marks on his face began to fade.

"It's been suppressed..."

Fushiguro Megumi stared intently at this scene.

Huzhang raised his head again, but there was no second pair of eyes on his face.

Before he could speak, he saw that Fushiguro Megumi opposite him had already formed a hand seal with his hands, one above the other.

"According to Article 21 of the Federation's regulations, a human who is possessed by a curse and cannot prove their self-awareness will be considered to have the curse removed. Hisahito Itadori, what's your current situation?!"

"Wait, wait!" Itajō quickly raised his hands, palms facing forward. "I'm perfectly fine! Besides, we're both covered in injuries, we need to get to the hospital right away!"

Fukuro Megumi did not put down the handprint.

In the dozen or so years of his life that he could remember, almost all humans who were possessed by the curse had lost their own will.

He had always thought that Article 21 was just a hollow piece of paper used to demonstrate humanitarianism, until Hisahito Itadori stood in front of him.

But he still couldn't completely trust it. Curses were the most cunning things. What if the other party was just faking it? Moreover, high-level curses could read the memories of the possessed person.

The situation has reached a stalemate.

Just then, a white-haired figure descended from the night sky and landed steadily on the balcony railing next to Fushiguro Megumi.

Gojo Satoru waved enthusiastically at the two injured kids below: "Hey, what's going on now?"

He was also carrying a bag, which, without a doubt, contained desserts.

"Gojo-sensei, what brings you here?" Fushiguro Megumi looked up at him.

"I hadn't planned to come, since it's quite a long way from Tokyo, but I was worried that if something really happened, Duanmu would nag me when I got back. Turns out I really am covered in bruises."

Gojo Satoru looked at his tattered school uniform and the still-bleeding wound on his chest, shook his head, then skillfully took out his phone, pointed it at him, and started frantically pressing the shutter button.

"This has to be filmed so your upperclassmen can see it properly. Come on, look over here, don't hide!"

Fushiguro Megumi turned her face to the side and raised her hands to cover her entire face.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that he should have checked the Chinese almanac before going out today.

He was extremely frustrated. This was supposed to be a simple task of transferring a cursed object, but so many things had gone wrong.

Gojo Satoru finished taking pictures and put his phone back in his pocket. "After all, something so important was lost, so I had to come and take a look. So, where is it?"

Yuji Itadori, standing next to him, raised his hand sheepishly, "Um, sorry, I ate it."

Gojo Satoru's expression froze for a moment: "Eh, really?!"

Gojo Satoru stopped smiling and took a step forward.

He walked up to Hisahito Itadori, so close that if either of them moved even slightly, their mouths would collide.

Gojo Satoru didn't care at all; with his limitless technique, no one could touch him.

He swept the tiger staff from head to toe, and the two completely different magical powers intertwined and blended in the boy's body, inseparable yet coexisting in an unusually harmonious way.

Moreover, the stronger cursed power was slowly seeping into the boy's body, but unlike ordinary bodies, Itadori's body was not passively accepting the transformation, but actively absorbing and suppressing this power.

He had never seen this situation before. Even Jay could only devour and control the cursed spirits, but could not directly use the cursed spirits' own cursed power.

And this kid in front of me, who isn't even a sorcerer yet, is actually able to do it.

He straightened up, took half a step back, and put his carefree smile back on.

"Haha, it's actually true? That's hilarious! Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Huzhang looked down at his palm, moved his fingers, and felt no difference.

"No."

Gojo Satoru's smile faded, and he took another half step closer: "Can I exchange with Sukuna?"

"Su Nuo?" Huzhang blinked.

"It's the one you just swallowed."

Itari thought about it carefully, then nodded: "Oh, that should be fine."

Gojo Satoru took a step back, squatted down, and held up a finger in front of Itadori: "Then it's ten seconds. After ten seconds, you can change back."

A hint of worry appeared on Itsuji's face.

The level one cursed spirit that he and Fukuro Megumi couldn't defeat together was easily killed by the thing inside his body.

He was a little uneasy: "But—"

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest." After saying that, Gojo Satoru casually stuffed the plastic bag he had been carrying all the way into Fushiguro Megumi's arms and began to stretch his body.

"This is Kikufuku, a specialty of Sendai. I especially recommend the edamame and cream flavor."

Fushiguro Megumi looked down at the bag of desserts in her arms. There were so many things to complain about that she didn't know where to begin.

What's going on? Lives are at stake, and they actually went to buy souvenirs in advance.

"This isn't a souvenir; it's something I'll eat on the road," Gojo Satoru quickly added.

Just then, the second pair of eyes, which did not belong to a human, reappeared on Yuujin Itadori's face, with two black curse marks splitting below the eye sockets.

Su Nuo regained control of the body.

Without the slightest hesitation, he bent his knees and leaped into the air, his body drawing an arc in mid-air as he aimed directly at Gojo Satoru.

Is Chapter 231 about a private affair?

boom--

Fushiguro Megumi instinctively used her arm to shield her eyes.

Gravel and dust rose and fell, and when the smoke cleared, Sukuna was being steadily ridden on Gojo Satoru's back, while that white-haired bastard continued his explanation as if nothing had happened.

"Besides, the whipped cream filling is also great, it goes especially well with edamame. Don't look at me like that, Duanmu gives you a lot of living expenses, doesn't he?"

Su Nuo knelt on the ground and was ridden like a horse.

The King of Curses has never suffered such an insult.

He suddenly flipped over to counterattack, his claws flailing wildly in the air, but each strike was easily dodged by Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru even had time to lean forward and press himself against Sukuna's back, whispering in his ear, "Let me show off a little in front of the students."

Before he finished speaking, he struck out with both palms, sending Su Nuo flying.

"Is it terrifyingly fast...? No." Su Nuo stood up from the pile of rubble and charged forward again.

He threw a punch, the force of which tore through the air and struck Gojo Satoru heavily.

"Damn it, sorcerers are always so troublesome, no matter the era."

Su Nuo spat, "But that's all there is to it."

When the smoke cleared, Gojo Satoru stood unharmed in the same spot, one hand still in his pocket.

He counted slowly and deliberately, "...eight, nine, ten. Time's up, change of players."

A deep, muffled drumbeat came from the depths of Tiger Staff's heart, and the curse marks on Su Nuo's face quickly faded, as if an invisible force had pressed him back to the bottom of the well.

"Damn it, this feeling again. Just who is this kid named Itadori Hisahito?"

The next second, his consciousness was suppressed. Itachi abruptly stopped falling forward, raised his head, and blinked blankly: "What just happened?"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "You really have good control!"

Itachi scratched the back of his head and tapped his temple with his fingers: "But it's so noisy. I can keep hearing that guy talking in my head. He's cursing you right now, using words I've never heard before, so I can't understand a word."

Gojo Satoru found it more and more interesting as he listened, so he took a step forward and gently tapped Itadori's forehead with one finger.

The boy instantly closed his eyes and leaned forward, but was caught by the man.

"Is that all? That's truly a miracle."

He hoisted the unconscious Tiger Staff onto his shoulder and pulled out his phone with his other hand. "Oh right, I have to tell Duanmu about this. Maybe I can avoid getting a scolding when I get back."

Back in the present, Duanmu Yan stood in his office, having not even slept, and hurriedly transformed into Tuona Duo to rush back.

He stared blankly at the pink-haired kid who was fast asleep on his sofa.

The boy was sleeping soundly, and a small snot bubble blew out of his nose, rising and falling with each breath.

At the other end of the sofa, Gojo Satoru was sitting on the armrest with his legs crossed, opening box after box of office snacks he had collected from various places and crunching them loudly.

There was a knock on the door.

Fushiguro Megumi pushed open the door and came in. The bandage on her chest was showing from the collar of her hospital gown, and the abrasions on her face had been covered with bandages.

Duanmu Yan picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said calmly, "Speak, who goes first?"

Fukuro Megumi recounted the whole story from beginning to end. After listening, Duanmu Yan picked up his teacup, took a sip with a blank expression, and then leaned back in his chair without any regard for his image, directly complaining, "Seriously, how come you've never fought a single level one cursed spirit? Have you been slacking off lately?"

Fushiguro Megumi opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say; it was indeed too embarrassing.