The darkness of the Zenin Family?
Yes, it was dark indeed.
Lantai couldn't help nodding to himself. Just then, Jie Jian, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke up.
"Uh... Maki, what happens if Megumi Fushiguro dies too?"
Maki froze, looking a little guilty.
"He won't... He's the one Sukuna has his eye on, isn't he?"
The "one" Maki meant was Sukuna, of course. But with Lantai standing nearby, she couldn't say it outright.
Jie Jian shook his head.
"You never know. The Culling Game is full of curses. Fushiguro might run into a Grade 2 Curse and get exorcised by it."
"You're getting more ridiculous by the second!"
Maki finally lost it.
"Fushiguro hasn't been nominated for Grade 1 Sorcerer yet, but he's been at that level for ages. How could some measly Grade 2 Curse exorcise him?"
"You never know. Anything's possible."
Maybe Jie Jian had convinced her. Or maybe Maki was worried Fushiguro really might get exorcised by a Grade 2 Curse, leaving the Zenin Family in the hands of someone like Naoya, the Head of the Family.
Maki whipped around to face Lantai.
"Lantai, if Fushiguro and I both die, you're the next Head of the Family!"
"Huh? Me?" Lantai pointed at himself.
Mai can't face the darkness of the Zenin Family, but I can?
Sendai Colony.
Naoya stood on a rooftop, watching Takako Uro descend from the sky.
Uro floated upside down before him, her face level with his and naked killing intent churning in her eyes.
"An evil descendant of the Fujiwara? Who?"
Naoya didn't answer directly. With his hands in his pockets, he swept his gaze up Uro's body.
"Come on. Were sorcerers from a thousand years ago always this casual? You don't even wear clothes. Have you no shame?"
Uro's expression