"When I first heard Kenjaku's description, I guessed the person he said could stop me might be you. Now that I see it really is you, I'm quite pleased. But what's with the state you're in?"
Looking down from above at the visibly exhausted Chinatsu, Sukuna frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased.
When he noticed the weakened ordinary people nearby fleeing on trembling legs, his frown deepened, and he understood why Chinatsu was so worn out.
"So you ended up in this sorry state because you were protecting those weak little nobodies? How greedy."
Ryomen Sukuna felt both regret and displeasure that Chinatsu had spent her energy on those weak nobodies. In his eyes, their very purpose was to amuse the strong.
Why should the strong waste extra energy on nobodies and tire themselves out? Their only virtue was their sheer, overwhelming numbers. Whether they died at the hands of the strong or lost their lives for any other reason, it made no difference.
There was always an endless supply of nobodies.
He looked down at Chinatsu from above. When he realized his words had left her completely unmoved, he gave a helpless look and sighed softly.
"Forget it. You're truly incorrigible."
With that, Sukuna raised one hand, straightened his fingers into a blade, and flicked it lightly.
Dismantle!
As Sukuna softly uttered the name of his move, an invisible, razor-sharp slash shot out. But its target was not Chinatsu-it was the ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerers fleeing in panic.
An intense sense of danger washed over the Jujutsu Sorcerers. It felt as though a massive stone weighed on their hearts, and although their heads were not underwater, an inexplicable feeling of suffocation seized them.
"Damn it!!!"
Just as the slash was about to cut the nearest Jujutsu Sorcerer in two, Chinatsu