Sayuri couldn't remember how long it had been since she had started fighting Sukuna. All that was in her mind was the fact that Yuuji had been unable to regain control. That was troubling in itself.
Sukuna was really strong but she couldn't let him just pass through her. It was clear that he had also taken interest in Megumi and his Ten Shadows Technique.
There would be hell to pay if she let him go past her.
"Oi, woman!"
-It was like he was utterly mocking her. His voice seemed to ring in her ears. It was almost deafening but she knew that she had to keep her cool.
"Even your cursed techniques are the same. Your fighting styles are slightly different but yeah, almost the same.."
He was trying to get to her. She couldn't afford to let him.
He sent a kick her way but she immediately dodged, making him form a crater on the cement floor. This makes him grin again, turning his head to gaze upon her face. It fascinated him how little the changes in her expressions were, how the glint in her eyes would subtly change, and how her smile hid a lot of her true intentions.
She was a perfect replica of her. It made him laugh yet sickened the more he looked at her. He could almost say that she was her.
Sukuna laughs with a manic grin on his face, glaring at her with his crimson eyes. "You're so interesting..." He was clearly mocking her in every way.
Sayuri merely looks at him back with no fervor. She didn't want to waste energy on him. Especially not now.
Dust and debris came along, covering them. Sukuna merely stood there, anticipating her next move. Seeing as she disappeared from view, he grinned as if exhilarated by her move. He runs his fingers through his(?) hair and his eyes dart all around the place, waiting for the dust to clear.
"Well, are you hiding now? Hmm... How boring. Come out, little fox.."
It was silent for a few moments as the dust continued to ripple all throughout the maze of asphalt.
The way she moves... The way she talks.. Everything....
Sukuna furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes looking over to every single direction.
Tomoe. I've finally found you at last..
He looks behind, sensing a familiar presence. A grin forms on his face as he turned around.
Standing there was Sayuri, looking as unscathed as she was before."Amazing..! So remarkable.." His words were filled with intrigue and acknowledgement. However, his words were filled with a darker meaning, taunting the woman even further.
Sayuri's gaze was as emotionless as ever as she gazed upon his crimson red eyes. Sukuna grins once more, amused of her behavior, tucking his hands in his pockets.
"Well, I gotta hand it to you now... You're stronger than you look.."
"But..."
"I have some other things to attend to.."
Sayuri's eyes widened when Sukuna suddenly disappeared, leaving her alone in the never-ending debris. She clenched her hands into fists as she looked down to her disheveled appearance.
Sukuna really is strong...
Wait... Megumi! Nobara! Where are they now?
She suddenly realized something that made a sinking feeling resurface. She didn't like that one bit.
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FanfictionMACH·I·A·VEL·LI·AN /ˌmäkēəˈvelēən/ adjective cunning, scheming, and unscrupulous, especially in politics. ------------ In which Gojō Satoru is best friends with a certified vixen, Minamoto Sayuri who is on par with him. "I don't like disobedient dog...