[When you opened your eyes again, the first thing you saw was the twilight outside the window, already stained a haunting orange-red by the setting sun.]
[You sat up somewhat sluggishly in the hospital bed and raised a hand to press your still faintly aching temple.]
[You had long since grown accustomed to operating in an extremely energy-efficient mode, taking microsleeps so brief they were almost imperceptible.]
[It had been a very, very long time since you had lost consciousness completely like this and sunk into such prolonged darkness.]
[The heaviness in your body reminded you that even your thoroughly tempered physique had truly been drained of its last reserves after performing that micron-level Soul-Severing Surgery under extreme conditions.]
[After straightening your slightly disheveled clothes, you pushed open the door to the infirmary next door again, and the sight before you finally set your anxious heart at ease.]
[That "surgery," which could only be described as dancing on Death's fingertips, had clearly been a tremendous success.]
[Inside the infirmary, Yuji Itadori had not only fully regained consciousness, but was even shirtless and performing intensive warm-up exercises to aid his recovery in the rather cramped ward.]
[With each swing of his fists sending swishes through the air, he was adapting at an astonishing speed to what could be called a "brand-new" body.]
[The reason this could be called a "new" body was simple.]
[Although you had used Idle Transfiguration to completely crush and excise Ryomen Sukuna's dominant will, so full of brutality and arrogance, on both levels of the soul, the special-grade Sukuna's Finger that had served as the original medium for his incarnation remained intact within Itadori, maintaining a bone-deep fusion with his flesh.]
[Without Sukuna's will controlling it, ownership of that enormous remaining power naturally changed hands, becoming Yuji