Ryomen Sukuna emerged, sporting garish tattoos, a dark, arrogant air, and his signature four eyes.
There was no doubt about it. He was the infamous King of Curses.
Yet now that he was free again, he showed no excitement whatsoever. After a brief daze, he began frantically slapping his own body.
As he carried out this inexplicable act, he howled, "Hey, hey! You little brat, let me back in! Did you fucking let me out now so I could kill that cursed spirit for you, or are you trying to take me down with you?!"
He had been enjoying the show as the brat imprisoning him got beaten up. The kid was almost dead, and he had been ready to come out for a stroll himself. After all, he couldn't actually let his own power dissipate.
But just as he stood up in Itadori's inner world, ready to stretch his limbs, Kamo Xu, that god of slaughter, arrived!
Ryomen Sukuna immediately chose to sit back on the sidelines.
It wasn't cowardice. It was emergency risk avoidance!
Seriously, how would going out now be any different from suicide?
Did he think he'd lived too long? Why pick a fight with Kamo Xu before he had the strength for it?
He had only recently been pinned to the ground and thrashed. Going out now would just stretch those previous ten seconds of beating on indefinitely, wouldn't it?
Yes, Sukuna had turned himself into a cursed object, but before that, he had been a human through and through.
He had a brain. How could going out now possibly mean freedom?
That would be self-torture!
Suicide!
So he would just stay tucked away inside this brat and enjoy the show. Heh heh heh.
Then a wolfish howl rang out.
Before Ryomen Sukuna could react,