Suishi's knees were trembling.
In his clouded eyes, fear spread like ink, seeping from the edges of his pupils across the whites.
His lips moved, but no sound came out, because that hand still rested on his head.
Lightly.
As lightly as an elder patting a child's head.
But Suishi could not move.
"An... swer..."
He finally squeezed out the word.
Wangchuan did not hurry him.
He simply stood there, his long, silvery-white hair stirring gently in the wind.
Something exploded in Suishi's mind.
Anger, fear, humiliation.
Who was he?
He was the curse born of humanity's fear of the passage of time, Suishi, who made all of Jujutsu Society tremble.
And now, a hand pressed down on his head as though he were a dog.
"You..."
Suishi gritted his teeth, his joints crackling. Cursed energy surged wildly throughout his body, and dark yellow light burst from within him, as though he meant to dye the entire world his color.
"Who the hell do you think you are!"
He violently broke free of Wangchuan's palm.
Suishi staggered forward a step, then turned to face the man with long, silvery-white hair.
His face contorted.
His wrinkles trembled, his skin split, and those marks accumulated over eight hundred years were being violently torn apart.
"I am a curse!"
His voice changed, turning from hoarse to deep, then youthful, then shrill.
"No one has ever..."
His body expanded, contracted, and reformed.
His bones cracked, his muscles rewove themselves, and the wrinkles on his skin stretched, filled out, and smoothed away.
His height increased, shrinking from over two meters to two point eight meters.
His white hair turned gray, then black.
His hunched back straightened, his withered muscles filled out, and his deeply furrowed face became a young, sharply defined one.
A man in