Fear lingered in Sukuna's eyes as he stared straight at the little cabin's roof.
His chest heaved with each breath.
After a long while, he raised a hand to wipe his eyes, then sat up and steadied his breathing.
The dream was still imprinted in his mind with absolute clarity.
In that dream-
Countless corpses, blood everywhere.
And himself, on the verge of death...
He lowered his head and pressed his lips together, conflicting emotions filling his eyes.
He had never imagined he would see a "self" like that in a dream-a dying "self" filled with endless hatred.
Damn it... didn't he have Reverse Cursed Technique? How could he have been hurt so badly?!
Why hadn't the "him" in the dream healed himself?
Sukuna sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered, his turbulent emotions showing no sign of settling.
Then a sense of panic, even stronger than last time, engulfed him completely.
Those people... were they his enemies?
...Why... had things turned out like that?
What exactly had happened a thousand years ago to leave him in that state...?
...He had no idea what happened afterward, either. Surely "he" hadn't really... died like that...
He opened his eyes and looked at his lowered fingertips, which were still trembling faintly.
With difficulty, he clenched his hands into fists, forcing his body to stop shaking.
It took a long while before his body finally settled.
Only then did his muddled mind remember-he was now in a world a thousand years later.
Images of Yuji and the others surfaced before his eyes. Sukuna closed them, hiding the bitterness in his gaze.
Did he really... want to recover his memories?
If his eyes took on that same look after he recovered them... what... was he supposed to do?
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