Kenjaku did not urge him, and Kana Shizumi merely lowered his head and stared at the finger in his palm.
After a moment of silence, Kana seemed to have made some sort of decision. When he looked up at the person beside him again, his tone was slightly serious.
"One last question."
"Mm. Ask away."
"What if I can't overpower Sukuna and my body gets taken away?"
Yeah, what then?
What am I supposed to eat for dinner?
After all, his opponent was the King of Curses from a thousand years ago. Though Kana should theoretically be stronger, there was nothing wrong with being cautious.
Logically, Kana Shizumi had expected Kenjaku to laugh heartily, then loudly reassure him with something like, "Go on, my son, fly free. Mom's got your back."
But Kenjaku merely gave a sinister chuckle.
"What do you think?"
Don't answer a question with another question!!!
Kana took a deep breath and finally made his decision.
Eat it!
Why the hell not?
There was no reason to waste a snack that had been delivered right to his mouth.
Besides, this was a rare opportunity for Kana Shizumi.
Let me see what the King of Curses is really made of!
With his heart set, Kana raised the finger slightly, brought it to his mouth, and swallowed it in one motion.
Not gonna lie, it scratched his throat.
That bastard never even trimmed his nails—and it tasted a little sour, like fresh meat left under the blazing summer sun for six hours.
Bro seemed like he was already starting to rot.
After swallowing the finger, Kana Shizumi shut his eyes tightly. His hands, hanging at his sides, unconsciously rose slightly as he tensed his whole body.
He was nervous. Extremely nervous!
After all, this was his first time trying