Cursed Legacy: Sayuri Gojo

第2章

A/n: This is the time, Yuji only ate 1 or 2 fingers of Sukuna, that's why he seems to be so weak. 

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Few days before her exam. In the depths of her dream, Sayuri Gojo found herself standing amidst swirling shadows, confronted by none other than Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. His aura radiated power and danger, yet Sayuri met him with a cool demeanor that belied the tension in the air.

"Well, well," Sukuna's voice reverberated through the darkness, his crimson eyes gleaming with intrigue as he appraised her. "You dare to stand before me, mortal? Most quiver at my mere presence."

Sayuri raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips beneath her white hair and black sunglasses. "And why should I be any different?" she replied nonchalantly, her voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

Sukuna's lips curled into a predatory grin. "You possess a boldness that intrigues me," he remarked, his amusement evident in his tone. "Kneel!"

Sayuri's smirk widened as she shook her head. "No," she retorted sarcastically, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Are you planning to kill me now?"

Sukuna chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a shiver down the spine of any who heard it. "You're not afraid of death," he observed, his gaze piercing. "Most mortals fear the end."

"Why fear what is inevitable?" Sayuri replied casually, her tone laced with irony. "Death comes for everyone, sooner or later."

Sukuna's grin widened, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "You're unlike anyone I've encountered before," he admitted, his curiosity piqued by her unyielding spirit.

"And you're not like any King of Curses I've heard of," Sayuri countered, her sarcasm cutting through the tension.

Sukuna scowled, bemused by the audacity of this mortal girl. "How did you find yourself in this position anyways, foolish girl?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Sayuri, undeterred by Sukuna's deathly gaze, faced her situation head on with a calm demeanor. With a sudden movement, she thrust her hand forward, her middle finger lightly brushing against Sukuna's left bicep.

Sukuna chuckled darkly, his amusement laced with arrogance. "You think you can hurt me?" he taunted, his voice reverberating through the dark realm. "Once, perhaps not. I could obliterate you with a mere thought."

Despite his confident demeanor, Sukuna couldn't shake a faint sense of curiosity. This girl possessed an aura unlike any other mortal he had encountered—a hint of power that intrigued him. No. No he wasn't intrigued.

Sayuri met his challenge with a smirk, her eyes twinkling with a glint of mischief. "Oh, Sukuna," she replied casually, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "You underestimate me."

Sukuna's scowl deepened, his crimson eyes narrowing as he considered her words. "No mortal can harm me," he declared defiantly, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of dominance.

"And yet," Sayuri countered, her tone remaining cool and collected, "you hesitate. Why is that?"

Sukuna's laughter echoed ominously through the realm, a sound that sent tremors through the shadows. "You amuse me, mortal," he admitted begrudgingly, a begrudging respect flickering in his gaze. "But do not mistake amusement for weakness."

Sukuna's crimson eyes bore into Sayuri with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Tell me, mortal," he demanded, his voice echoing through the darkened void. "What is your cursed technique?"

Sayuri met his gaze with a smirk, her sarcasm palpable even in this surreal setting. "Will you kneel down if I tell you?" she retorted casually, testing the King of Curses.

"Do not test me, mortal," Sukuna warned, his tone sharp with authority. "Just because I am in a good mood today doesn't mean I won't kill you."

Sayuri's smirk widened. "Who said I can be killed?" she countered, her voice tinged with defiance.

Sukuna laughed, a mocking sound that reverberated through the lucid reality. "You? Immortal?" he scoffed. "Such arrogance."

"I can be immortal, but I choose not to," Sayuri replied cryptically, her words carrying a weight of hidden meaning.

Sukuna's curiosity piqued, his amusement giving way to genuine interest. "How is that possible, girl?" he inquired, his voice laced with skepticism.

"That's none of your business," Sayuri shot back, her sarcasm cutting through the tension between them.

He leaned down from his throne, eyeing Sayuri with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

"Tell me your cursed technique, girl," Sukuna demanded, his voice a low growl that echoed off the shadowy walls. "I am intrigued."

Sayuri met his gaze with a calm defiance. "You want to know?" she replied, her tone cool and composed. "Fine."

With a flick of her hand, Sayuri whispered, "Death Manipulation: Death Touch! Activate."

The air around Sukuna seemed to thicken, a dark energy enveloping him as he felt an inexplicable heaviness pressing upon him. He gritted his teeth against the sudden, creeping sensation of lethargy that gripped his body.

"Slow... slower... slower," Sayuri continued, her voice carrying an otherworldly command.

Sukuna staggered, his movements becoming sluggish as if time itself was bending under her will. He stumbled off his throne, pain etching lines of frustration on his face.

"How?" Sukuna managed to gasp through the haze of immobilizing lethargy.

Sayuri's eyes gleamed with a knowing smirk. "That's for me to know," she replied cryptically, her power weaving through the air like an invisible thread of fate.

Sukuna lunged towards Sayuri, intent on ending the confrontation with brute force. But as he reached for her, an agonizing sensation ripped through his body, like being torn apart by ten other Sukunas, trampled beneath a hundred mountains, and hurled straight into a thousand suns.

The pain was excruciating, unimaginable even for the King of Curses. He recoiled, unable to strike, as Sayuri stood before him, her expression unchanged.

"Stop, you puny mortal!" Sukuna roared, his voice echoing with agony and fury.

Sayuri regarded him coolly, her power holding him at bay. "You wanted to know," she said simply, her voice too nonchalant, "Now you do."

"Stop," Sayuri commanded, her voice ringing through the tense air of the ethereal realm. Sukuna remained on his knees, breath heavy with exertion and pain. Sayuri knelt down to be at eye level with him, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of seriousness.

"Why?" Sukuna managed to rasp between gasps, his pride wounded by his current vulnerable position.

"I don't like the idea of a king kneeling before me," Sayuri replied calmly, her tone unwavering.

Sukuna attempted to rise, but the weight of Sayuri's manipulation held him down. "What have you done, girl?" he demanded, frustration seeping into his voice.

"It seems your experience of death is quite painful," Sayuri remarked nonchalantly. "But don't worry, you'll recover once my technique wears off."

Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he glared at her. "What is technique?" he demanded rudely, his impatience evident.

"I manipulate death, my dear Kuna," Sayuri replied with a faint smile.

"Kuna? What the hell is that?" Sukuna retorted with a scowl. "It's S-u-k-u-n-a. Sukuna. Get it right."

"I like Kuna," Sayuri remarked playfully, seemingly unaffected by Sukuna's irritation. "Do you have a problem with it? Want to die?"

Sukuna growled in frustration. "Shut up. You don't have the guts to kill me."

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