Saikyō || The Strongest, Book 2
"That girl you fell in love with," I started, feeling Satoru's attention immediately shift to me. "What was she like?"
I could see his eyes visibly soften at the mention of his first love. "She's something even my inf...
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"Don't talk about me as if I'm not here, Gojo Satoru."
Another disembodied voice contrasted Satoru's deep, honeyed ones. It was crisp, thicker, and more modulated. His tone hinted amusement when he replied to Satoru's egocentric narration. Nonetheless, no one would dare say he was fully jesting.
And I knew, despite hearing it only once, whom that voice belonged to.
"I told you to stay at home and behave, King of Curses," Satoru retorted with a satirical smile. One step from him had already alerted the group. After all, sorcerers and curse users alike would never not know who Gojo Satoru was.
"Since when am I your housewife, Honored One?," Ryomen Sukuna replied, oozing with boredom and half displeasure.
"Touché." Satoru rolled his tongue over his lower lip. His attention turned to me, which prompted me to retreat my surprised gaze quickly.
Satoru squatted, pulled the dagger off my numbing flesh, and whispered, "Heal yourself. We'll talk after this." Then, he shifted towards the horror-struck leader who was trying to make his escape.
I hissed and panted in relief when the blinding pain dissipated from the subconscious activation of my reverse cursed technique. The curse that disrupted the flow of my energy withdrew along with the dagger.
He knows... I'm a curse, too?
I immediately searched for the children, but the cage containing them wasn't there anymore.
"I- away from sight," Sena muttered weakly and intermittently. "D-don't worry."
Itadori's body, tinted with those symmetrical coal black markings, squatted and covered my view of the leader and his men. An unforgiving hand grabbed Sena's chin, pulled it up, and tightened the grip until the tip of its long, sharp fingernails tore through the woman's pale, blistered skin.
"You are..." Sena's voice ceased until all that was left to hear was her tremulous whispers. "Ryomen Sukuna...?"
"Tell me," the curse growled. "What made you think this body is yours to freely give away?"
I wanted to offer Sena whatever I could to help, but Satoru's intolerant gaze told me I should be keeping my eyes on my own affairs first. His pesky character made him appear as if he was taking everything with a grain of salt, but the way his lips curled into an irked smile implied otherwise.
He wasn't done with me yet.
Of course.
"Ahh, what commotion do we have here?," sighed another. It was a voice unfamiliar to me- soft, melodic, and not an inch short of gentleness. It was one that could bring the gravest of news in the most comforting fashion. Like words of a preacher or assurance of a doctor.
Anyone who had encountered enough evil in life should know not to be deceived by such fronts.
It was a man about my third year students' age with alabaster skin, silky white hair that framed his round face, and docile features. His eyes were round and guiltless like a child's. They were glowing a vibrant shade of crimson.
