Kobe Suzuo moved away again in disgust, still holding the speaker, her index finger tapping rhythmically against the earphone: "Did you have a good time?"
The weather grew colder, exaggerated heat rose from Fushiguro Toji's body. "What?"
Kobe Suzuo held a megaphone and, without even looking up, said, "Once you're done having your fun, go stand aside."
Huh?" Fushiguro Toji's head was filled with question marks. "Am I not the bodyguard?
But you're a bit of a nuisance right now," Kobe Suzuo said. "I have a deal to discuss with Sukuna.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're quite arrogant, kid."
He ceased his display of prepared attacks, standing at a distance with his arms crossed, making a look of disdain on Yuji's chubby face.
Do you really think that your pitifully weak Cursed Technique can restrain me?
Kobe Suzuo raised an eyebrow, took action by lifting a megaphone, shouted, "Come here."
He nodded in satisfaction. "Isn't this quite useful?"
Fushiguro Toji, who remained on high alert, did not miss Sukuna's momentary stiffening—it was exactly the same opening he showed when Kobe Suzuo called his name during battle.
Fushiguro Toji chuckled, "Even the King of Curses signed that unlucky contract with you?"
He had been by Kobe Suzuo's side for several months and had seen many Sorcerers who had suffered losses.
Kobe Suzuo's tone was quite casual. "It's more or less like that, though his is a bit more complicated, involving issues like morality, law, humanistic care."
It was merely a contract of sale.
Fushiguro Toji had originally wanted to laugh, but perhaps because he was still working as a bodyguard, being just another cog in the machine made it hard for him to laugh.
Thus, his gaze toward Ryomen Sukuna carried a hint of pity.
Sigh, King of Curses, sigh, Heavenly Tyrant, sigh, capitalist.
May hell have no Kobe Suzuo.
Sukuna's expression was not good.
Yuji's memory capacity was limited, making him a functional illiterate by any estimation; as for Sukuna's Finger, being an antique from a thousand years ago, he didn't quite understand it either.
In this day and age, if your knowledge reserves aren't sufficient, you can't even understand a public Cursed Technique.
But this did not prevent Sukuna from assessing the situation and secretly changing his plan.
He estimated the amount of Cursed Energy and the endurance the kid could mobilize within his body, then silently extended his bone-like claws.
That was how Fushiguro Toji's mangled, bloody injuries came to be.
Whatever you're thinking, I wouldn't suggest you act rashly.
Sukuna laughed disdainfully. What a joke; if he were susceptible to threats, he wouldn't be the King of Curses.
Go ahead and cry while holding the kid's corpse!
He quickly raised his hand and thrust it straight toward his chest, his laughter growing more arrogant, his expression joyful and distorted.
“Yuji.”
Sukuna's movement froze.
Kobe Suzuo pressed the horn with a smile, her voice as gentle as a kindergarten teacher waking up the children.
“Yuji, wake up, it's time for us to go home.”
First, he lost control of his body. He watched his own body wobble and fall to the ground, only to be gently picked up like a puppet by Kobe Suzuo.
Immediately after, the kid's soul slowly awakened, adapting to his own body with the sluggishness of a fool.
Lying on Kobe Suzuo's shoulder as if unable to grasp the situation, he looked at Fushiguro Toji following behind and asked in a low voice:
“Un.. Uncle, Uncle, who won, you or Sukuna?”
So stupid he couldn't even speak clearly.
Fushiguro Toji, enduring the death stare from Kobe Suzuo, answered shamelessly:
Of course, Uncle won. He won a complete victory, thoroughly beating up the wicked villain.
Itadori Yuji celebrated sillily, "That's wonderful!"
Author's Note:
Corrected some typos
Chapter 69: That Brain-Shaped Thing
The secondary eyes beneath Itadori Yuji's eyes opened, Sukuna stared at Fushiguro Toji, rolling his eyes grandly.
Heavenly Tyrant VS Ryomen Sukuna Lily, a hard-won victory.. Toji, do you have no shame?
Kobe Suzuo smoothed out their conversation and said in disbelief, "You two started fighting because of this?"
He rarely failed to control his expression, his face covered in dark lines.
“You snitched to Yuji that Sukuna was a villain, then, under the pretext of 'I'll help you settle the score,' you had Yuji let Sukuna out to fight for your own pleasure?”
Fushiguro Toji clapped his hands in praise, "As expected of the Boss, your insight is impeccable."
The process was not worth mentioning; whatever the Boss said was the truth, so there was no need for further explanation.
Kobe Suzuo turned away expressionlessly and began walking toward the off-road vehicle.
If one day Sukuna regains his power and becomes a complete form, he will definitely be the first to come after you.
Moreover, if you can't flatter, you can shut up.
He lightly patted Itadori Yuji's back, coaxing him in a low voice:
Yuji, if you're tired, just get some sleep. If you feel unwell in a little while, make sure to tell Principal Yaga immediately.
The kid is fine for now, it's just that his soul hasn't been able to fully control his body.
Once he adapts in a little while, the injuries inflicted by Fushiguro Toji will start to ache.
Itadori leaned against Kobe Suzuo's shoulder, tilting his head slightly in confusion. "Teacher?"
Kobe Suzuo pointed at Masamichi Yaga standing beside the car. "That's the tough guy who looks fierce but is actually incredibly kind."
Itadori Yuji thought about it and gave a happy "Mm," with a small cut from a tooth still on his lip.
I get it, you're just like my teacher and grandpa!
Kobe Suzuo let out a soft laugh, as gentle as a breeze blowing through cherry blossoms. "That's right, Yuji said Grandpa was scary too."
Yuji chimed in, "But he's super—kind."
Fushiguro Toji was not surprised by this; Kobe Suzuo used the same method to coax her two little brats.
Tsk.
Sukuna's teeth chattered in his Innate Domain as he vented his anger by slashing through half a mountain of bone, feeling that Kobe Suzuo was a hypocrite.
What exactly is the principle behind this guy's Cursed Technique?
Normally, the soul precedes the body. For a vessel to regain consciousness, there is only one option: awakening the soul.
The current situation between him and the Kids is a contest between two souls, where the stronger one will gain the right to use the body.
Kobe Suzuo, on the other hand, did the exact opposite, reclaiming the body first before awakening Itadori Yuji's soul.
Using the vessel's perspective, Sukuna quietly observed Kobe Suzuo.
His cursed energy was meager, his physical strength was average, there were no visible traces of any used Cursed Technique.
But I can't help but feel that this kid's face has a certain glow, he is accompanied by a "sacred sound" and possesses a unique temperament; in short, his attributes are in conflict with mine, looking at him for too long makes me feel a bit nauseated.
Could he be the reincarnation of a god from the Amaterasu lineage? Or is it some other special Heavenly Restriction?
Sukuna hesitated for a moment, another mouth sprouted below the secondary eyes on Itadori's face:
Kid, what do you mean by cooperation?
A face the size of a bun with so many facial features squeezed onto it at once was truly a sanity-draining sight. Kobe Suzuo fell silent for a moment, then handed the child into Masamichi Yaga's arms.
A tough guy who is single and divorced clearly wouldn't know how to hold a child.
Masamichi Yaga stiffly reached out his hands, supporting the limp, small child—who had not yet fully regained control of his body—in his arms, acting like an emotionless baby-carrying tool.
Kobe Suzuo swallowed the suggestion that "holding him like this will be very tiring" and looked down, meeting Sukuna's crimson eyes directly.
.. Dr. Cohen would be ecstatic to see this child; it's so unscientific.
It's about establishing a Contract.
Kobe Suzuo explained, "I can find a suitable vessel for you and guarantee your freedom to the greatest extent possible; all you need to do is obey the law and be a good person."
Sukuna laughed, as if he had heard a joke that could shake the heavens and the earth.
Ha! The King of Curses becoming a good person.
How could he have such a Bodhisattva-like personality that encourages people toward goodness? Could he really be the reincarnation of one of those gods? It is truly utterly ridiculous.
“I refuse. Freedom is not something that can be granted by others. The strong create the rules, while the weak huddle together for warmth.”
That mouth curled into a mocking smirk toward Kobe Suzuo. "Kid, your attitude, as if you can control everything, is truly unpleasant."
Kobe Suzuo's eyes were half-closed. "Then what do you think would be appropriate?"
Ryomen Sukuna did not hesitate. "Let me kill you."
“Sukuna is a bad guy.” As soon as Itadori Yuji heard Sukuna saying "kill, kill, kill," he reacted reflexively, cursing him with his tongue lolling out.
Ryomen Sukuna ignored him, his crimson secondary eyes staring straight at Kobe Suzuo.
Feeding an eagle to encourage someone toward goodness.. For someone like you, that shouldn't be something you find difficult to accept, should it?
A ripple finally disturbed the calm, frozen-pond surface of Kobe Suzuo's face. "It seems you have some misunderstandings about me."
He raised his hand, covering Itadori Yuji's amber-colored eyes.
Cool fingertips brushed lightly against his cheek, but it felt like the golden sunlight of a winter noon shining upon his forehead. Itadori Yuji was in a daze, blinking slowly.
The negotiations have fallen through, Sukuna. It's a pity.