Sukuna's Plot

Two and a half hours later.

The originally peaceful and quiet streets of Tokyo had long since been reduced to utter devastation!

Everywhere along the streets were slash marks.

The buildings on both sides had also suffered large-scale collapses.

Only Sukuna remained on the street; Yuji and Choso had long since fled during the gap between the fierce battle between Sukuna and Hajime Kashimo.

Sukuna was sitting upright on a piece of fallen building debris. Beside him, Hajime Kashimo, who had been full of life just moments ago, lay collapsed on the ground.

His body bore block-shaped tic-tac-toe slash marks, looking from afar very much like a cubed mango.

Judging from Sukuna's state, Hajime Kashimo had clearly failed to fully entertain Lord Sukuna.

Suddenly, a rushing sound came from the air as a giant fish-shaped cursed spirit swam rapidly across the sky above the city.

When the cursed spirit arrived above Sukuna, a figure wearing a kimono eagerly jumped out from inside.

With a loud boom, the figure dropped to one knee in front of Sukuna.

"Lord Sukuna, your subordinate has arrived late, please punish me!"

The newcomer was none other than Sukuna's most loyal servant, Uraume.

Upon sensing that Sukuna had awakened, Uraume had rushed toward this direction at the very first moment.

Yet because the distance was too great, he still wasted a little time getting here.

Hearing the familiar voice, the irritation on Sukuna's face lessened slightly.

"So it's Uraume," Sukuna waved a hand. "It's fine, there's nothing to punish."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Lord Sukuna."

Uraume still respectfully thanked Sukuna, then carefully fished a cloth bundle from his bosom.

He carefully opened the cloth bundle, and three of Sukuna's fingers were strikingly displayed inside.

"Lord Sukuna, these are three of your fingers that I collected, please consume them."

At the same time, Uraume said with a face full of guilt:

"I am sorry, Lord Sukuna, I couldn't find the last one no matter where I looked. I have committed a grave offense against you, and I beg for your mercy!"

Without a care in the world, Sukuna swallowed the three existing fingers into his stomach, waving a hand dismissively.

"It doesn't matter. The last one is definitely in Satoru Gojo's hands anyway, so it's only normal that you couldn't find it."

Right in the middle of their chat, another figure walked out from the fish cursed spirit.

"Yo, long time no see, Sukuna."

The newcomer was none other than the mastermind behind the Culling Game, Kenjaku.

Kenjaku's casual attitude provoked Uraume's anger.

"What kind of attitude is that! Apologize to Lord Sukuna right now!"

However, Sukuna did not mind this at all, looking expressionlessly at Kenjaku.

"So it's Kenjaku, why did you come too?"

The corners of Kenjaku's mouth curved up slightly, and he spoke with a curious look on his face.

"I was just wondering why you changed bodies so quickly. I thought it would be a bit later."

Kenjaku's words stirred up unpleasant memories for Sukuna.

His expression darkened, and pointing at his current face, he said.

"Do you know this guy named Jie Jian?"

At the moment, Sukuna's body still belonged to Jie Jian. Kenjaku looked him over carefully before shaking his head.

"Never heard of him. There's no sorcerer named Jie Jian in my memories."

Even though he felt a bit curious, Kenjaku did not ask Sukuna what had happened.

After all, Sukuna did not have the habit of casually answering people's questions; if he wanted to talk, he would say so.

Clearly, however, Sukuna was in a bad mood today, and he did not want to clear up Kenjaku's confusion.

Sukuna stood up, ready to leave, when Uraume suddenly dropped to his knees.

"I am very sorry, Lord Sukuna. The Bath is not ready yet, please punish me!"

The Bath was a special ancient jujutsu ritual that could suppress the soul of the sorcerer originally residing in an incarnated body and strengthen their control over it.

As Sukuna's most loyal servant, Uraume had long known that Sukuna needed the Bath to improve his bodily control.

Yet because Sukuna had awakened too early, the Bath was not ready yet!

Sukuna waved a hand indifferently.

"It doesn't matter. I don't need the Bath just yet; I have no intention of continuing to use this body."

Although sorcerer incarnation had three major limitations—soul consumption, physical compatibility, and residual cursed energy—and the difficulty would also increase as the number of incarnations grew.

Even so, Sukuna could easily handle doing it a few more times.

Sukuna had no desire to keep using Jie Jian's body. He was going to use Megumi Fushiguro's body to reincarnate once more.

He looked at Kenjaku. "Where is Megumi Fushiguro? Take me to him."

As an old-timer, Kenjaku knew immediately what Sukuna was plotting the moment he heard that.

Suddenly, he cracked a wicked smile and spoke.

"Sukuna, you want to take over Megumi Fushiguro's body, don't you?"

"Instead of going straight to look for him, I have a better idea."

The next moment, amidst Sukuna's puzzled gaze, Kenjaku brought Sukuna and Uraume to a hospital ward.

Sukuna looked at a sleeping woman inside the ward and suddenly felt she looked somewhat familiar.

Just as he was observing her, the woman on the hospital bed suddenly opened her eyes.

She got up, raised her head to scan Kenjaku and Uraume present in the room, and finally her gaze rested on Sukuna.

She stared at Sukuna for a second, then suddenly burst into wild joy, sprang straight up, and hurled herself directly onto Sukuna.

"Sukuna, you've come to find me!"

The woman's sudden movement aroused Uraume's anger, and he unleashed a frost attack straight at her.

"Audacious! How dare you show disrespect to Lord Sukuna!"

The woman's actions finally summoned back Sukuna's memories, and he looked at her with sudden realization.

"So it's you, Yorozu."

The woman before him, just like Sukuna, was an ancient sorcerer who had reincarnated, and moreover from the same era.

Only, Sukuna's face was still Jie Jian's, and he hadn't expected Yorozu to recognize him at a single glance.

"I really have to hand it to you, Yorozu, being able to recognize me at a glance."

"What do you think is the reason?"

"Stop making me guess everything," Sukuna snapped impatiently.

Yorozu dropped her concealment, clutched her own chest, and spoke with infatuated expression:

"It's love, it's love!"

Sukuna sighed helplessly.

Although it wasn't the first time, seeing Yorozu again still made him feel like he was losing his grip.

This woman was out of her mind.

Sukuna looked at Kenjaku, his gaze asking why he had brought him here to find Yorozu.

Kenjaku smiled slightly. "You probably didn't know, Sukuna, but the body Yorozu incarnated into happens to be Megumi Fushiguro's older sister. Megumi usually cares about his sister the most."

Hearing this, Sukuna looked at Yorozu with renewed interest.

He finally understood what Kenjaku had brought him here to do.

If one wanted to lower the difficulty of an incarnation, the resurrected body was best kept in a state of mental frailty.

If Megumi found out that his sister had already died, his spirit would undoubtedly suffer a massive shock.

Taking over Megumi's body at that point would become quite simple.

Listening to the two men's conversation, Yorozu—who now grasped the memories of the body—finally understood what they were looking for her to do.

"Alright," Yorozu looked at Sukuna with predatory eyes. "I can help you guys call Megumi over, but what will you give me in return, Sukuna?"

Hearing this, Sukuna impatiently scratched his head.

"Anything. As long as you can beat me when the time comes, I'll agree to any condition you name."

Anyone with eyes could tell that Sukuna had no intention of agreeing to Yorozu's request whatsoever, because he didn't think for a moment that he would lose to Yorozu.

Yet Yorozu looked as though she had just heard a confession of love, her eyes instantly blazing with heat.

"Then... then let's get mar-married!"