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AFTER BEING FLUNG THROUGH the wall, Itadori decided to try and fight back against the curse. The curse was ripping his skin from his fingers as he tried to hold back.
His mind was racing with regret.
'If only I hadn't picked up that finger.'
His mind was racing with negativity as panic filled his mind.
'If I really died here would that even be a proper death?'
His nose was bleeding from both nostrils as his hands began to disintegrate. The hand that had been cut off but which y/n repaired for ten minutes began to slowly fade away again as the spell wore off.
The curse wasn't giving up.
'Have I- have I gotten so weak?' he fought to himself.
——
MEANWHILE with the others.
As the brunette girl was about to be swallowed, Fushiguro's shikigami saved her just in time. Then she was pulled into his other shikigami's frog mouth.
You stood firmly with the niorette, "let's get out of here- go!" Fushiguro said in a hurry.
"You know, I really hate frogs." Kugisaki sighed, you bent down, inspecting her. "You okay?" You asked, checking her out for injuries.
But she couldn't reply, being interrupted by Fushiguro. "Well that's too damn bad!"
——
BACK WITH YUJI.
As the weakened boy slumped against the pile of rocks, he spoke to himself.
"I was so proud. I thought I was really strong. At least strong enough to choose when and how I die but I'm not. I'm weak, I'm way too weak!" He cried, looking at his half disintegrated hand.
The boy stood up, stumbling in his crisis. "I don't wanna die!" He sobbed, distraught as he thought back. As this was happening, he felt a tug on his wrist. He looked, nothing was there. As if there was an invisible bracelet hanging on it that weighed a ridiculous amount.
