[The invisible slash, powerful enough to instantly bisect a special grade cursed spirit, struck your neck squarely. Yet the bloody scene Sukuna had expected-blood gushing like a fountain and your head flying into the sky-never appeared.]
[The arrogance and mockery on Sukuna's face froze for an instant. His four crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and his brows pressed two deep furrows into his forehead.]
[As the King of Curses who had stood at the pinnacle of jujutsu a thousand years ago, his control and perception of his own cursed energy had long since reached their zenith.]
[He could clearly feel that the sharp edge of the Dismantle he had just unleashed had firmly touched the seemingly fragile skin of your neck.]
[But the feedback was utterly absurd. It was as though a peerless blade capable of cleaving mountains had struck its target, only for some completely unreasonable rule to forcibly drain and strip away all its violent kinetic energy and lethal cutting force, ultimately reducing it to an insignificant breeze that could not even sever the fine hairs on your skin.]
[Sukuna's gaze swept over you from head to toe in an instant, sharp as a searchlight.]
[He keenly picked up on how outrageously calm the fluctuations of cursed energy around you had remained when you suffered that potentially fatal blow.]
[Unlike an ordinary jujutsu sorcerer, you had not unleashed an enormous burst of cursed energy to reinforce your body and defend yourself the instant you were attacked.]
[From beginning to end, the total cursed energy flowing around you had been as meager as a candle guttering in the wind, creating a stark disconnect with your unscathed composure.]
["Interesting..."]
[A low murmur rolled from Sukuna's throat.]
[Although he currently possessed only the strength of the single finger inside Yuji Itadori, and