"Whoa, Mount Fuji! That guy's got Mount Fuji on his head!"
The one-eyed creature before him was bizarre, short, and ugly, with immense, eerie cursed energy.
But there were simply too many things to mock about his appearance for Itadori to keep his mouth shut.
After all, the kid was blunt and spoke his mind.
Besides, looking that ugly and then refusing to let anyone mention it-wasn't that just bullying?
Spare a second of sympathy for Yuji.
As for Jogo, who had been beaten half to death... he had no heart, so it couldn't hurt.
He was merely puzzled. If he remembered correctly, that brat was Sukuna's vessel...
He couldn't make sense of the situation. When had that guy brought Sukuna's vessel here?
And... he really was still alive.
"Heh, what's that brat supposed to be? A human shield?"
This guy must be able to sense the traces of my Domain Expansion. And at a time like this, he brings Sukuna's vessel into my sight...
Heh, heh, heh. What an arrogant bastard.
"Oh, don't mind him," Satoru Gojo said with a smile. The beating he had just delivered had left him feeling refreshed, and now he was interested enough to tease this ugly cursed spirit a little.
"For various reasons, I'm teaching this kid all sorts of things about cursed energy right now. Don't mind him. Just fight however you like."
Hearing those outrageously arrogant words, Jogo scoffed. "You've got dead weight with you, and you still dare act this cocky? How stupid can you be?"
"Aw, don't say that. Because you..."
"You're complete trash~" (Original: "You're pathetically weak.")
Jogo: ...
What... did he just say?
Is he calling me weak?
Me?
I'm weak!?
He's talking about ME!!???
Jogo exploded with rage-in the most literal sense.
*This bastard actually dared