A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

The one chosen by the spark of blacks [115]

The air hung heavy with relief as Megumi successfully transferred his cursed point to his sister, Tsumiki. He finally saw the color return to her cheeks, a stark contrast to the pale, lifeless visage she had previously displayed. A gentle smile graced her lips as she blinked her eyes open, the warmth rekindled in her gaze.

Yuji couldn't help but grin. Everything seemed to be falling into place. With Tsumiki safe and Kenzo likely subduing Gojo at this very moment, the tide seemed to be turning in their favor. All they had to do was lay low and wait for the dust to settle.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Tsumiki, her voice laced with unexpected authority, spoke up, her words shattering the fragile sense of security. "Add a new rule," she declared. "Please allow free entry and exits between colonies."

Megumi and Yuji froze, their smiles fading as quickly as they appeared. This wasn't part of the plan. A flicker of unease sparked in their eyes, a silent question hanging in the air.

Their apprehension was readily confirmed. "Rule accepted," a voice resonated through the air, devoid of any warmth or humanity. "After all, a player is allowed to choose their battlefield."

Megumi's blood ran cold as he turned towards the source of the voice. His eyes widened in sheer horror as his gaze landed on Tsumiki's now vacant and emotionless expression. A sadistic smile stretched across her face, a stark contrast to the gentle warmth that had previously resided there.

"Who... who are you?" he stammered, his voice raspy with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

The figure tilted its head, the smile widening further. "Just playing with you, little brother," it chirped, its voice devoid of any semblance of Tsumiki's youthful innocence. "I am Yorozu," it declared, the name echoing ominously in the silence.

Megumi's world felt like it was crumbling around him. This wasn't Tsumiki. This was something else entirely. Something ancient, powerful, and utterly terrifying. He clenched his fists, the anger burning in his eyes barely contained.

"What did you do to my sister?" he roared, his voice laced with a desperate rage.

Yorozu chuckled, a chilling sound that reverberated through the room. "Took it over," it replied nonchalantly, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling amusement. "Weren't you always the smart one, Megumi? You'd figure it out eventually."

Megumi felt his body tremble with a mix of fury and despair. He had just saved his sister from one threat, only to find her replaced by another far more monstrous. The weight of this revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a long shadow over their already precarious situation.

As Yorozu sprouted wings and took flight, Megumi's rage burned brighter than the setting sun. He wouldn't let this entity take his sister, not without a fight. With a desperate cry, he launched himself into the air, determination etched on his young face.

Meanwhile, Yuji felt a chilling sensation, a phantom whisper against his ear. Before he could react, a disembodied mouth materialized beside him, its chilling words resonating in the air: "Enchain."

In an instant, Sukuna seized control of Yuji's body. A twisted grin spread across the vessel's face as he addressed Megumi. "I made a binding vow with the brat," he declared, his voice dripping with malice. "For one minute, I cannot harm anyone. But that doesn't mean I can't play a little gamble."

With a swift motion, Sukuna ripped off one of his cursed fingers, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He expected a surge of power, a transformation triggered by the forbidden fruit. Yet, nothing happened. A wave of manic laughter erupted from him.