Angel stopped attacking and stood where she was, panting softly.
Sweat trickled down her temples, and the muscles in her arms trembled uncontrollably.
Hana Kurusu's body had reached its limit, but Angel did not hand control back immediately. Instead, she looked up at Qingxiao and asked the question she had wanted answered most since awakening.
"Let me ask you something.
The Fallen-do you know where he is?"
Qingxiao frowned.
The Fallen?
What was that?
A cursed spirit?
Or some ancient sorcerer's nickname?
He ran through the special grade cursed spirits and sorcerers he knew, but none of them fit.
"Who?" he asked bluntly. "Never heard of him."
Angel froze for a moment, clearly not expecting that answer.
"The King of Curses," she added. "Two faces, four arms, murderous by nature. The King of Curses who stood at the pinnacle of jujutsu a thousand years ago.
Everyone in your era should know him."
Qingxiao was even more confused.
Two faces, four arms, the King of Curses-wasn't that Ryomen Sukuna? Why was he called The Fallen now?
Beside him, Hajime Kashimo rubbed his chin and muttered:
"The Fallen... Never heard that title. Four hundred years ago, everyone called him Ryomen Sukuna. There wasn't any other name."
The alley fell silent for two seconds.
One said "The Fallen," the other said "Sukuna." They were talking past each other, as though they had spent all that time trading riddles.
Angel caught on first and frowned.
"You call him... Ryomen Sukuna?"
"What else?" Qingxiao raised an eyebrow. "What else would we call him?"
Angel lowered her eyes and gave a quiet laugh, a little self-mocking, a little enlightened.
A thousand years had passed. Even his title had changed.
"That's him." She looked back up at Qingxiao, her tone growing a little more solemn.
"Where is