The Strange Ring Smiles

What kind of Cursed Technique is this guy using?!

Sukuna suddenly felt that the world had gone mad in ways she could never have imagined.

"So! Are you a bad person, Mr. Sukuna?!"

"... Ha... Do I look like a bad guy to you?"

Takaba looked Sukuna up and down, then stared at the sign hanging around Sukuna's neck that read "I am a bad guy".

"It looks very similar."

Takaba nodded.

Sukuna casually tossed the plaque from his chest away—he had a rough idea of what kind of Cursed Technique the sorcerer in front of him was using.

It's probably Cursed Technique that brings one's thoughts to life.

Therefore, this guy's Cursed Technique performance must be extremely strong, and he must also possess extremely strong Cursed Energy and very powerful Cursed Energy manipulation.

"Come on! Take this!"

Sukuna immediately raised his four hands and crossed them over his chest— Takaba had already reached him.

"Rather than making you a bad person--"

The swung fist arrived at Sukuna's feet with lightning speed, relentlessly pursuing Sukuna as he Sukuna, until finally, the fist slammed into Sukuna.

I'd rather you were in a Wi-Fi situation!

Takaba's fist didn't land on him, but instead slid to an angle, his hands spread out at a 90-degree angle, accompanied by Takaba's exaggerated expression.

Whew~ Whew~

Sukuna's four eyes suddenly didn't know where to look. He glanced to the left, then looked up. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with his four hands. One hand helplessly scratched his face, two hands were on his hips, and the other hand was twisting in mid-air.

quack--

"Gah!"

The raven Cursed Spirit that had appeared out of nowhere again was hit by a pebble thrown by Takaba.

"That's true— Ancient Sorcerers like you probably wouldn't know how to deal with modern jokes..."

Takaba straightened his collar, and the black joke suit materialized on him once again.

"Then! Let me, Takaba, show you the power of a joke!"

"Oi!"

Xuan's voice came from backstage behind Takaba.

"Oh?! Xuan?"

"Don't forget me when it's funny, をれのなかま!"

"This is a novel from the Chinese internet, aren't you afraid of being criticized by readers for using Japanese?"

"Yes, yes, my partner, let's begin!"

Xuan straightened his collar—he had been captured by Takaba's Cursed Technique while flying at the speed of light in the sky, and his brain paused for a moment before he arrived here.

"It's nothing, I'm still very happy to see you again, Xuan."

Takaba laughed and shouted, then pointed to the people sitting below, who were already wearing audience support outfits.

"By the way, are you free this weekend?"

"Huh? Bringing this up now? The show has already started."

"There's nothing I can do about it; you were already on stage as soon as I arrived."

"Isn't that being late?"

"No, don't change the subject! I was asking if you're free this weekend."

You were the one who changed the subject!

Xuan's gaze shifted to Sukuna. So that's how it is—she had already entered the effective range of Takaba's Cursed Technique when she was knocked away?

No wonder it ran so fast, disappearing in an instant, and I couldn't even find its scent.

"Since it's the weekend, of course I'm free—no, I need to ask first, do you need my help moving?"

"No, no, I don't have a home in modern times. I just wanted to ask."

"What is that?"

"I need your help moving some furniture because I just bought a house."

"Isn't that still moving?"

Moving into a new home is completely different from moving to a new place, isn't it?

"They're exactly the same!!!"

Takaba suddenly stepped off the stage and turned around— Sukuna suddenly felt that there were many more people around her.

"Wait, that's not right—if it's buying furniture, don't workers come to install it?"

"You finally figured it out. I just wanted you to come to my house so I could cook for you."

"Are you that good?"

"Am I that bad?"

"Out of caution, I have a question for you."

"Speak, I can hear you."

When was your room painted?

Yesterday.

"Are you trying to use me as a human air purifier?!"

Takaba grabbed Xuan by the collar, and Xuan immediately raised his hands.

"I'm innocent!"

"Sigh! Oh well! Just pretend I, Takaba, never had these things!"

Takaba stepped out, circled the stage once, and then returned to Xuan's side.

"I've always felt that the two of us haven't been partners enough."

"Why? Isn't manzai usually done by two people?"

"That's true. After all, improvisational performances rely heavily on talent, and without talent, you'd probably be eliminated immediately."

"Yeah... In other words, if there were someone with a better comedic talent than me, you would just give up on me, right?"

"I might think about it—wait a moment."

Xuan strode backstage, leaving Takaba looking puzzled.

Hey! Wait a minute! Where are you going?!

I already said to wait a moment!!

Click.

Xuan walked up from backstage, holding Little Mo's hand.

"No! You?"

"Oh, let me introduce you, this is my new partner, Little Mo."

Why are they replacing me?!

"Don't worry, Little Mo is a robot; he'll provide us with impromptu ideas."

Wearing a suit and tie, Mahoraga "looked" at Xuan in front of him.

"Well..."

Then, she emitted a sound that Copy an electronic voice.

"Hello! I am Eight-Handled Sword, Laughing General of the Different Rings, Mahoraga. How can I help you?"

"She sighed, didn't she? Xuan?"

"Those details are unimportant!"

"That's important, isn't it?! Where did you tie her up from?!"

"Instead of this, shouldn't you try out its functions first?"

"I want to joke now. Can you tell me a joke about something that can be done with four hands but not with two?"

"Okay, I will tell you in the most direct, truthful, straightforward, hurtful, hardcore, decisive, concise, pain-pointing, merciless, incisive, and to-the-point way."

Wow, so many modifiers!

Takaba stared at Mahoraga, whose head was swirling like a helicopter in the ring above him, his expectant gaze almost piercing Mahoraga's winged eyes.

Then, under the expectant gazes of Xuan and Takaba, Mahoraga spoke.

"I have no idea."

Takaba and Xuan simultaneously covered their heads and walked to opposite sides of the stage.

"Pfft..."

Hahahahahahahaha!!!!

Sukuna was so angry she laughed.

Meanwhile, as Takaba moved, more and more people appeared around Sukuna —and then...

"Sukuna?!"

Sukuna, laughing heartily, turned around and saw the four people sitting next to him in the first row.

Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, an unidentified figure in a suit, and— Mahoraga in a suit?!

Click.