[❚❚] 𝝖S𝝦𝝞Ɍ𝝞𝝢Ᏽ 𝝡𝝤Ɍ𝝩𝝖Ⳑ & ƔƖƝƊƖƇƬƖƔЄ ƖMMƠƦƬƛԼ | R. Sukuna | 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷&𝟸

‧₊˚☀︎ ⋅ BOOK Ⅱ : VINDICTIVE IMMORTAL ‧ ☀︎˚₊⋅

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Commandment of the Third blade:

" ᛏᚺᛖ ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞᛚᛁᚾᛖ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚾᛖᚡᛖᚱ ᛖᚾᛞ "

" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝. "

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Your eyes open with a loud gasp, and you shoot up from the ground. Your eyes immediately fall on the man who performed that gruesome ritual on Sukuna. Without hesitation, you tackle him, pinning him to the ground with your forearm against his neck.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" You shout, applying more pressure against his throat.

"Wh . . . Who are . . . you?!" He chokes out, staring at you in disbelief.

You watch him in confusion; did he not recognize you? He was right there when you died! The flames from the trees surrounding you allow you to notice the strange stitch marks on his forehead.

The shouts of bandits in the distance snap you out of your thoughts. You quickly stand, looking out into the distance, noticing the chaos has quieted. The man below you tried to crawl away, but you weren't having it.

You grab him by the hair, lifting him to your eye level, "What did you do to him. Answer me now or I'll cut you to pieces."

He groans out, holding your hands that were practically ripping the roots of his hair out, "He-He's not dead! Collect all his fingers and find a vessel best suited for him--He'll come back!"

The bandits grew close, so you had to act fast. You didn't know exactly what he was talking about, but you had enough to go off of. With the thrust of your arm, one of your blades came and sliced his throat open. His sounds of agony were muffled by the blood he was choking on.

You drop his head and your eyes fall on a pile of fingers resting in the grass. You take a few steps forward to reach down and pick one up, inspecting the familiar finger. Must be Sukuna's.

Unbeknownst to you, the head of the Zenin splits open and Kenjaku comes crawling out, quickly evading your presence to find a new host.

"Over there!" One of the men cried, with fast steps approaching.

You clench Sukuna's finger tight to your chest as your heart rate spikes, looking toward the bandits. Where could you go? It didn't matter, you needed to flee and find a safe place to gather your thoughts.

Find a vessel best suited for Sukuna, that's what the bastard said . . .

With that, you scoop as many fingers as you can in your arms and dash away to what's left of Aokigahara: the border. You curse as you feel yourself dropping some of his fingers, but you have no time to stop and pick them all up. I can return for them later if the bandits don't find them.

You crawl through the thick, dried vines, only to have your hair caught in the thorns. You yelp in pain and quickly try to release it with one of your hands, only to notice the unfamiliar hair. It was long, much longer than it was before Sukuna cut it, and it was . . . silvery white? (Reference back to info chapt where I put images of ur mortal/immortal forms)

You shake your head of the confusion, focusing on getting to safety. Unfortunately, you dropped some more fingers, but you managed to free your hair. Once released from the barrier, you climbed the tallest tree nearby. After you made it to the top and carefully walked to the edge of the thick branch, you were able to get a clear view of Aokigahara.