"What are you going to do with my body?"
"Sukuna" suddenly reached up and gripped his own throat, but the voice coming from his mouth was Itadori Yuji's.
Sukuna felt control of the body slipping away, his face full of confusion. "Why can you still move?"
Itadori Yuji moved his body around, looking as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "What are you talking about? This was my body to begin with, right? And who are you? Did some ghost possess me?"
"Ryomen Sukuna."
Black mist extending from Shen Yuanyi's earring coiled around his hand. A section of blade slowly emerged from his outstretched palm as he smiled and explained things to Itadori.
"He was originally a Curse User from the Heian period. After his death, he became a curse, and his twenty fingers became special-grade Cursed Objects..."
"Twenty fingers?"
Itadori's focus was somewhat unusual. Then he saw the oppressive young man across from him somehow draw a long sword from thin air. The blade, forged through countless hammerings, swallowed the gentle moonlight and spat it back out as chilling sword gleams.
Itadori swallowed. "Um... what are you planning to do with that sword?"
Megumi Fushiguro, whose injuries had mostly healed, looked at Itadori with a conflicted expression. "Itadori Yuji, according to Jujutsu Sorcerer regulations, you will now be regarded as a curse..."
"Wh-what will happen?"
Megumi paused before finally saying that cold word. "Exorcism!"
"Doesn't that mean I have to die? That can't be right, I'm perfectly fine right now. Look..."
Itadori lightly hopped around, tugged at his own cheek, then did several squats on the spot. Sweat beaded at Megumi's temples as he watched. He still could not tell whether the being before him was really Itadori himself or a curse disguised as him.