"Purple fingers—could it be poor blood circulation in the arm?"
As if he had heard some ridiculous joke, Sukuna glanced at the katana in Kasumi Miwa's hand and let out a disdainful sneer.
"You think you can cut through me?"
"I'm a sorcerer who releases slashes with his hands, and you're saying the blood circulation in my arms is poor?"
"I'd accept it if you said my purple lips meant I had heart problems, but purple fingers?"
Sukuna complained as he observed Kasumi Miwa.
The extra mouth on Kasumi Miwa's face immediately told Sukuna why she was so strong.
Her condition was the same as Hana Kurusu, the "Angel," before: an ancient sorcerer resided within her, and that sorcerer had chosen to coexist peacefully with the host.
What Sukuna could not figure out for the moment was that Angel had been willing to coexist peacefully with Hana Kurusu because she believed in god.
But what was the reason for this unknown sorcerer before him?
Could it be because he was kind?
Sukuna had never been one to agonize over things. Whenever he had a question, he asked it directly.
He flexed his newly grown hand and examined Jie Jian on Kasumi Miwa's face with interest.
"That guy inside you—where's he from?"
The overwhelming cursed energy that had flashed from Jie Jian just now had even made Sukuna uneasy.
Logically, Sukuna should have heard of an expert like this. Yet no matter how he thought about it, he could not recall anyone like him in Jujutsu Society.
"Me?" Jie Jian paused, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha, I'm from Hung Hing. It's normal that you don't know me."
Sukuna sneered.
"Bullshit!"
How could there possibly be a place called "Hung Hing" in this world?
No matter how Sukuna thought about it, he