[Kamutoke], which altered Cursed Energy properties.
[Hiten], which enabled high-speed movement through the air.
Both were extraordinarily rare, top-class Cursed Tools that Sukuna had carefully chosen for himself. They compensated for his shortcomings while adding to his enjoyment of slaughtering others.
A thousand years ago, Sukuna had divided his soul and power equally among twenty fingers, transforming them into Special Grade Cursed Objects scattered throughout the world. Deprived of their master, these two Cursed Tools had likewise drifted from place to place, passing through one owner's hands after another.
Through tireless effort, Kenjaku had successfully located a collector in a remote region who possessed "Cursed Tool: Hiten."
Kenjaku had no intention of resorting to brute force to seize "Cursed Tool: Hiten" right away. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, preparing to wield the power of money.
"You may name any price you like. Despite my appearance, I have considerable wealth. Just give me a figure, and I'm confident I can satisfy your ambitions."
Wearing the body of Itadori's Mother, Kenjaku spoke with narrowed eyes while lightly pressing a hand against her chest. The collector, however, paid no attention to her words.
"Say no more. This is my family's heirloom. I will never let our ancestral legacy end with me. No matter how much you offer, I won't give it to you!"
At the collector's righteous declaration, Kenjaku's face twitched slightly. She had considered crushing the person before her into pulp with a single application of gravity manipulation, but for the moment, she abandoned the idea.
"One billion. If that isn't enough..."
"Deal!"
As though propelled by a spring, the collector's disdain instantly transformed into naked greed. Kenjaku's normally unflappable face twitched again.
A family heirloom?
An ancestral legacy?
Sure enough, money was king...
After a peaceful exchange of payment for goods,