Kana Shizumi let Sukuna run his mouth without firing back once. That was nothing like him.
So why did he swallow the insults?
To probe the limits of his power. Inside Blood Prison Mandala, all blood should, in theory, come under his control.
That naturally included blood spilled from his own body.
Then blood from his opponent's body should be no different.
But achieving that would take some testing.
His opponent's blood was surrounded and influenced by its owner's Cursed Energy. He couldn't immediately seize control of it—
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So he needed time to lay the groundwork.
It worked something like assimilation. The longer his opponent remained inside his domain, the more Blood Prison Mandala could analyze and break down the nature of his Cursed Energy.
First came blood that had left the body, then blood coating the skin, then blood at open wounds, and finally the blood within—
In Kana Shizumi's eyes, everything that entered his domain underwent something akin to analysis.
The longer he drew things out, the stronger his control over the blood became.
Like now.
Kana Shizumi suddenly clenched his hand. The blood on Sukuna's skin, at the corner of his mouth, and even gushing from his chest turned scorching hot!
"What—"
Before Sukuna could finish, the blood on his body exploded. The blast sent him stumbling straight off the raised platform.
Using Sukuna's own blood to form a Supernova let Kana Shizumi tear open even more of his flesh.
Kana Shizumi glanced toward the shrine.
The ram's head at its top had split wide open.
If they were fighting on equal terms, he would still have preferred to suppress Sukuna and build his advantage over time.
But he didn't have much time.
He needed to settle this in one blow and finish Sukuna for good.