He paused, then suddenly frowned and voiced his confusion:
"Blood Manipulation... are you from the Kamo Clan?"
Choso's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
The Kamo Clan... Kenjaku.
The man who had created the nine brothers using a Cursed Spirit and a human woman, then sealed them away as Cursed Objects for a hundred years.
Overwhelming revulsion flashed through his heart. He looked up at the man in the mirror, his tone cold and hard.
"No."
Hanyu Suzu grew even more puzzled.
Not from the Kamo Clan?
Could this guy be an ancient Sorcerer?
Thoughts raced through his mind, but his mouth never stopped, his tone as flippant as ever:
"Save your strength. Inside Kyoka Suigetsu, neither of us can hurt the other.
Back out now and hand over your points like a good boy, and I'll let you go.
That'll spare us both an unpleasant wait."
Choso sneered, refusing to give an inch:
"Let's see if you have enough Cursed Energy to keep this up."
Using a Cursed Technique inevitably consumed Cursed Energy. If his opponent dared to drag this out, he either had genuine confidence or was bluffing. Choso would see who gave out first.
"Don't worry. My consumption pretty much matches my recovery. I can keep this up forever."
Hanyu Suzu shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned:
"Forgot to tell you, time flows differently in here.
Seven days in here might only be a minute outside.
So don't count on your companions coming to save you."
That reassured Choso even more. In that case, he did not need to hurry out to find Itadori:
"So it's a contest of patience?"
"You think you can compete with me in patience? You're not even qualified."
Hanyu Suzu scoffed. Leaning lazily against the mirror and swinging his leg, he said arrogantly:
"To tell you