That night, Sukuna lay in bed.
Little Fox climbed onto his stomach with practiced ease and curled up.
After throwing the fox off three times to no avail, Sukuna finally gave up-he had already noticed Little Fox sneaking glances toward Uraume the third time it was tossed away.
Little Fox wasn't heavy, but if it settled on Uraume's tiny frame, it would be like having a nightmare creature pinning him down. He definitely wouldn't be able to get up the next morning.
Forget it. I'll spare Uraume.
When Little Fox climbed onto him for the fourth time, he finally stopped throwing it off. Little Fox raised its head triumphantly and boldly curled up on Sukuna.
Heh heh~ This was its victory-the mascot's victory!
No one could stop its determination to sleep on a soft bed!
Sukuna closed his eyes and let Little Fox curl into a fluffy ball on top of him.
He emptied his mind, his hand unconsciously settling on the soft fur of Little Fox's back.
He no longer worried about whether someone had sent this little fox-no one would give someone else a precious Reverse Cursed Technique, even if that someone was a little fox.
This was simply a little fox he had picked up by chance.
From now on, it belonged to him.
-it was his little fox.
As he thought this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved upward.
[Reverse Cursed Technique... You still don't know how to use it, do you? Aren't you planning to get your hands on it?]
A cold, indistinct voice suddenly sounded in his mind, seeming to drift closer and farther away.
Sukuna's hand paused.
His brows drew together slightly. He was about to speak when he suddenly realized what the other party truly meant.
A chill shot through his