"Heart?" Gojo Satoru didn't understand what he meant at first.
Curses had no such thing as a heart.
Even when a curse inhabited a host's body, the moment the host was possessed, it had already become a curse.
They had no weakness that could be called a heart in the conventional human sense.
However, Gojo Satoru quickly understood what Ryomen Sukuna meant.
"You mean something like a weak-point strike?"
Gojo Satoru knew one Cursed Sorcerer whose technique could divide any object into a seven-to-three ratio, then deliver a devastating blow at the dividing point.
That was a weak-point strike.
"There's no comparison." Ryomen Sukuna let out a scornful laugh. "That little knife that looked like a toy merely pierced my soul, yet I died just like a human would after being stabbed in the heart. I died completely and cleanly, and it didn't affect this kid at all—I've never seen a technique like that."
Ryomen Sukuna had indeed been somewhat shaken.
After awakening once again through his remaining fingers, he recalled what he had felt back then.
In the end, however, he hadn't felt anything at all.
He had only felt—
As if that slash had directly imposed the concept of "death" upon him.
He had simply died, just like that. There wasn't even anything worth saying about it.
"That does sound terrifying." Gojo Satoru recalled the shattered world he had glimpsed in a daze back then and suddenly understood where that indescribable shudder had come from.
It could forcibly kill even an existence that had no concept of death.
Even if the target was the world itself.
Perhaps what he had said to Itadori Yuji about those people being capable of destroying the world wasn't an exaggeration after all.
"You humans really are blessed." Ryomen Sukuna glanced at him