#nagare hisui
“SIDE GREEN”
CHAPTER 2: THE KILLER GIANT (Part 3) / Parts: 01/02/03/04
TRANSLATION & RAWS: NARU-KUN
Electromagnetic bullets were fired in quick succession. But they are all evaded by the sword with moves as if they were dance steps. Yukari doesn’t stop. The next moment, he ran straight down the back alley and hit the green wall that was blocking his eyes, the wall was easily broken.
“Now…”
From the other side of the green wall, the shocked expression of the young man and the giant appeared. Seeing that, Yukari laughs.
“The answer is simple. You just have to go through the wall and continue.”
The tip of the sword that was swung successively broke through the giant’s temporal region and knocked him down.
The rifle slipped from the young man’s hands.
Yukari is sorry. The tactics were well put together, but they gave up too soon. With this, it is impossible to share the ideal of the “Green King”.
Contrary to Yukari’s speculation, the young man muttered in a daze.
“Who are you?”
“Do you know my username?”
With a smile, Mishakuji pointed his sword at the young man’s head.
Winking at the duo falling side by side, he says…
“My name is "Beauty☆Angel”. The subjugation mission is still ongoing. Please don’t hesitate to challenge me again.“
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After seeing the hidden images, Sukuna gave a simple impression.
"Who is this idiot?”
Kuroko clearly replied with his arms crossed.
“‘Beauty☆Angel’. Of course, it’s an identification name. It’s a J-Rank, which suddenly qualified a while ago.”
Sukuna chose the rented conference room in front of the station as the meeting place with Kuroko. It is near a public place, but it is not visible. And he chose this place because there are many escape routes.
“All of a sudden? You can’t qualify without doing quests, right?”
“Don’t you know? For some time now, the "Jungle” forum has been all about that.“
The bulletin board is primarily used as a communication tool by members of the "Jungle” clan. Of course, important information cannot be exchanged in public places, so on the forums they are exchanged with rambling chatter and rumors of uncertain origin. Sukuna finds no value in such things.
However, if he wishes to understand the situation before and after, it will be worth looking into.
Sukuna opens “Jungle” and accesses the forum.
Suddenly there was an item “About 'Beauty☆Angel’” on the list.
Most of the feedback received was critical of him becoming a J-Rank without experiencing the mission and management that allowed him. To become a J-Rank, you have to complete quests day and night, but many players fail each time and suffer point deductions. To them, their existence as a J-Rank skipping that process is unforgivable.
“Hmm.”
As he scrolled through the messages on the PDA, he checked those opinions and said.
“Most complaints suck. If you don’t like it, you should try it.”
The simple opinion was strangely the same as the words he said “Beauty☆Angel” in the video.
“Jungle” does not address the efforts, research and contributions made so far. True power and result is everything. If you realize that you are better than that man, you can subdue him. As the pictures show, he is not running away or hiding, and on the contrary, he has stated that he will always accept challenges from the clan members.
In a sense, it is an attitude that seems clean.
Kuroko opens his arms and looks at Sukuna with his electromagnetic green eyes.
“I agree. Actions are more important than discussions. That’s why I’m thinking of doing it.”
“So you plan to fight him?”
“'Beauty☆Angel’ is very strong, but if you and I join forces, there is a chance to win. Of course, there is a risk, but the 100,000 point is worth it.”
Sukuna says in amazement.
“Even though you sold me out, you dare to say this kind of thing.”
“I only sell unnecessary information. If you were the master, you wouldn’t have done much to treat the person behind you who hadn’t taken any action.”
Kuroko’s head armor, the eye part of it, lit up a dark green glow.
“I’m not telling you what to throw at it, but they always use each other in "Jungle”. You know that, Five.“
Sukuna pondered.
Kuroko is right.
Both Sukuna and Kuroko are members of the "Jungle” clan, but they are not allies. They are in this place to take advantage of each other. In fact, Kuroko makes heavy use of Sukuna, selling his whereabouts and even trying to conveniently choose him as a partner.
The position is very clear. Kuroko will not betray Sukuna. Because the day will never come when Sukuna believes in Kuroko.
If you don’t trust, they won’t betray you.
It was something he had learned a lot since that day.
Sukuna responded, carrying a long staff on his shoulder.
“There are conditions.”
“I hear you.”
“This is about you. What you’re looking for is a one-shot kill in a surprise attack. So what you want is a role that catches his eye. Isn’t that right?”
“That’s how it is.”
Sukuna smiled.
“There’s no point in you going out when I’m already defeated. Even a U-Rank like me, I can hold my own against this guy.”
“That means?”
“I’ll get a lot of points. It’s 8:2.”
“6:4.”
“So it’s 7:3. If you refuse, I’ll go.”
Kuroko was silent for a while and then answered.
“Okay. Even 30,000 is enough to get the money back. However, if you fail, I’ll abandon you and retire immediately. Don’t think I’ll help you.”
“Like each other.”
Sukuna shrugged and responded, Kuroko taking control.
“Negotiations have concluded. Let’s develop a detailed strategy.”
“First, from the point of identifying where you are.”
“That is not necessary.”
Sukuna is impressed by Kuroko’s words.
“You’re already looking into it. As expected.”
“I didn’t look it up. "Beauty☆Angel” lists his actions and meals on the “Jungle” site.“
"What?”
Sukuna made a strong voice.
Kuroko took out the PDA from his pocket and tossed it to Sukuna.
“Look at it.”
Sukuna looked at the PDA screen half suspiciously.
“Jungle” has the ability to post photos in real time and add comments to them, just like normal SNS.
And it looks like it’s making full use of that feature.
The dinner of the day, the scenery of the urban landscape and the amusing images are projected next to him as a self-portrait, and comments that seem to be a mix of haiku and poem are lined up. All images are reflected at a perfect angle.
Sukuna’s impression was still frank.
“What’s he doing?”
“'Beauty☆Angel’ writes in his diary every day his actions and impressions, as well as his plans for the next day. Among the "Jungle” users, he keeps his personal information meticulously. This guy will be the first to expose.“
Before, Sukuna thought that attitude was clean.
That was not the case. Always revealing his whereabouts is more than a suicidal act. It is said that there is no moment when he feels relaxed, whether he is sleeping or eating.
Kuroko says clearly.
"Based on this information, more than a dozen U-Ranks challenged "Beauty☆Angel”, and it was all revenge. No matter what kind of purchases he made, no matter how many people he was dealing with, this guy survived without any problem.“
"……”
“I’m talking to you because he has the ability, but he has no other talent. You and I are the last of the U-Rank who haven’t challenged this guy.”
“Ku.”
Something resembling a smile reached Sukuna’s mouth.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
He believes that this guy will do whatever he wants. That’s why he posts that self-portrait image and lets everyone know of his plans, inviting other users. He is quite confident in his ability and has decided that “Jungle” users cannot nullify it.
In short, he is irritating Sukuna. He didn’t like that attitude.
“I’m motivated. I’ll show you something. Kuroko, I’ll build a strategy.”
“Umm. First, from "Beauty☆Angel”’s future plans, select a suitable location for the attack.“
"Kuroko. Wait a minute.”
“What’s going on?”
“Every time I hear that name, I lose my strength. Would you like to change it to a different name?”
Kuroko looks at Sukuna seriously and collapses.
“Don’t complain about people’s names, Five.”
Sukuna closed his mouth as if he were before a teacher.
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The houseboat leaving the pier heads for Tokyo Bay as it glides downriver at night. Couldn’t even hear the noise of the city until the top of the river. As the scent of the tide began to mix with the autumn breeze caressing his cheeks, Mishakuji Yukari narrowed his eyes.
Sitting on the edge of the boat, he looks up at the sky.
It is an autumn night sky that is as beautiful as it is transparent.
The starlight is dotted and the full moon shines brightly and is white. It’s been a while since the mid-autumn moon, but Yukari still screamed at the beauty of it.
“Autumn night, the moon is similar to a dumpling.”
That is not his phrase. It was a haiku by his teacher, Miwa Ichigen.
The “Colorless King” Miwa Ichigen and Mishakuji Yukari, were teacher and student in the past.
When he was still young, he met Miwa and was fascinated by his beauty. Yukari was for a long time the only member of his clan. He believes it was a close relationship, more like an older brother than a teacher and a disciple, meanwhile disciples were made and the Colorless clan became more and more of a home.
It was a boring but cozy place for Yukari. He once thought that it would be okay to bury his bones in the field where he lived with Miwa.
But that didn’t happen.
Yukari pointed his sword at Miwa. Miwa responded with a smile.
The serious witness ended with a violet defeat. Yukari tried to win or lose with his own life, but Miwa just shook his head silently.
Then Yukari abandoned Miwa.
At that time, he couldn’t explain the psychology of himself well that he challenged Miwa.
He was driven by the need to pump from within. Suffering from death and disease, slowly, but surely, the “Colorless King” weakened, and he wanted to burn his fiercely burning beauty in his eyes before the flames of his life were exhausted.
(“You are a beast, Mishakuji Yukari.”)
Remembering Hisui Nagare’s words, Yukari’s gaze turned dim.
He doesn’t want to fight; he doesn’t want blood. He just wants to see beautiful things.
However, it seems that Mishakuji Yukari was born with such a nature that he finds something really beautiful in fighting blood.
That is…
The moon that he looks at was still beautiful, even if it was far from the fighting and the blood.
Now, somewhere on this earth, there is a teacher or a disciple also looking at the same moon. Facing a moon-white dumpling, like those three people used to do.
When…
That month was dark.
A slowly gliding ship was about to pass under the bridge. A little awake, Mishakuji shrugged and tried to head back to the houseboat, but stopped.
He may have been the intuition of a good swordsman, or it may have been because he heard the faint sound of an explosion of electricity.
At the same time that Yukari looked up, the moon lit up in the air.
It’s not a full moon in the sky, but a bright green crescent moon. Similar to a guillotine blade, it landed directly on Yukari’s head.
Yukari’s gaze instantly took on the color of battle.
“On top”, given by the swordsman Yukari was attacked at full speed, he received the crescent moon that had fallen on his head. The blade with a different skill, flapped violently with the green crescent, and they eventually moved away from each other.
“Tsk.”
The owner of the crescent moon made a bored voice as he stepped on the edge of the ship and ensured his footing.
“Was it a flop? I thought it would work.”
Yukari looked at him. He stopped trying to ask if he was a member of the “Jungle” clan.
It is not beautiful to hear what you do not want to ask. So Yukari said with a smile.
“What disdain you have for ruining an elegant moment.”
“As if I cared. If you don’t want to be disturbed, you should have hidden yourself.”
An electric blade emerges from the long staff. That was the true identity of the crescent moon. With a weapon similar to the death god’s sickle, the boy spoke bluntly.
Yes, he is a child.
Much younger than Yukari. He doesn’t even seem to be of the age to be a high school student yet. It is said that the “Jungle” clan is a gathering of people of all levels, but this was the first time he had seen such a child among the top ranked fighting on the front lines.
Of course, that doesn’t mean Yukari didn’t fight.
When he appears in front of Yukari with a fighting spirit, he is an enemy. It doesn’t matter if he is a child or an old man. The option of turning your back on an opponent who was willing to fight did not exist in Mishakuji Yukari.
Yukari asks, holding his gaze.
“What’s your name?”
What will you do when you hear it?“
Yukari makes a deeper smile in a childish tone.
"The last surprise attack was pretty good. I’ll give you 65 points, kid.”
The boy’s face was angry.
“Don’t treat me like a child. That’s the most annoying thing.”
“If so, tell me your name. Are you an adult who can’t even introduce himself?”
“I’m Five. Remember the name of the guy who beat you!”
Five kicks the ground. Yukari looked into his eyes.
They face each other.
They used a single attack to connect the blows that rose from the ground. A green spark burns a strand of his hair, but he can’t back down and roars through the air.
The returned attack tried to hit the opponent’s body.
At that moment, a new electric blade was born from the long staff, avoiding Yukari’s strike.
“Haha!”
Five, laughs. The two swords flutter again, and using that as a fulcrum, Five fires a kick out of the air. Yukari protects himself with his left arm and his feet dig into the opponent’s upper arm. As he swung his arm around as he stood, Five’s small body bounced out of the darkness, spun, and landed on the roof of the houseboat.
The ferryman jumped out in a hurry.
“Client? What’s up?”
The ferryman loses his word when he sees Yukari holding his sword. Yukari says, without looking at him as he opens and closes his mouth.
“It will be over soon. Back off.”
“Yes, but…”
“Do you want to be cut too?”
The boatman retracted.
“Hey, he’s a noisy jerk.”
Five pulls the long cane from him as he places his foot on the roof of the houseboat.
The edge is different from the previous one. It is not a sickle, but a three-pronged spear. Apparently, that weapon changes shape at Five’s will. Not only that, the sheet can be generated from anywhere.
Yukari, however, focused more on Five than on his weapon.
Five was working.
In the dead of night, a green smile floats in the reflection of the electric blade. It seems that this battle itself is fun and unavoidable. As if waiting for the moment to kill Yukari.
Yukari gasped as he held his sword “Ayamachi”.
“Five. What do you want to be a J-Rank for?”
It is a question he has asked many times.
Most of the answers have caused disappointment in Yukari. Far from the endless possibilities that Nagare dreams of, the members of the “Jungle” clan had only one purpose that was so familiar they could look down on it.
Is the guy in front of him really different from them?
Five clearly answered Yukari’s questions and hopes.
“I do not like it.”
Yukari blinked his eyes at him.
He doesn’t answer the question. He thought so, but Five doesn’t seem like a stupid kid who misunderstands the question. Rather, he felt that something deeper was hidden there, and Yukari was fascinated.
“What don’t you like?”
“What’s decided. That’s all.”
Five’s eyes did not resemble a child’s. Far from innocence, there is a deep darkness there.
“I don’t like him, the "Green King” who is trying to do something with you, and “Jungle” who just dances without thinking about anything. I hate him. Behind the scenes, I feel like they are trying to rule the people.“
Then, Five distorted the edge of his mouth.
"I feel sorry for you. Then I’ll get points, become a J-Rank, meet the 'Green King’ in person, and if I don’t like him, I’ll beat him up. I’ll blame you for sure.”
Yukari sighed and looked at Five seriously.
He doesn’t like the King, so he tries to become a J-Rank.
He has never heard of a clan member, who belongs to a clan but does not respect or admire the King, instead trying to challenge him with hostility.
“No.”
Yukari reconsiders and laughs inside.
Because he knows a member of the clan who defied the King without hostility.
However, there is a huge gap between Five and that man.
“You’re lost.”
At Yukari’s mumbled words, Five makes a suspicious voice.
“Huh?”
“No, I wonder if it will be exciting, because if you lose, there should be a place to go home.”
Five’s expression changed completely.
“I have nothing. I have no place to go, no place to call home, or even where I am right now. I don’t care because there is nothing.”
“……”
“So, that’s right. You’re not lost. You're…”
Yukari laughs softly.
“You are a beast.”
It is the same word that Nagare once described Yukari with.
He feels weird about it. If so, is it a battle between beasts? It seems that it has nothing to do with beauty, or that is why it is pure and beautiful.
“That’s how it is.”
Five responds with a lip smack. Dangerous colors inhabit his eyes.
“The beast will eat your throat from now on!”
Five flexed a lot and ran like a bullet.
A three-pronged electromagnetic spear attempts to directly pierce Yukari’s neck. Yukari quickly flashed his sword and tried to dodge.
For the time being, Five twisted his hand.
The three forks rotated like a mixer, mimicking the blade. The sword does not move as if it is firmly fixed.
Five, scream.
“Now!”
Almost at the same time, a black ninja appeared from behind, and under Yukari’s feet.
The ninja, who had his entire body covered in water, turned his dark green glowing gaze to Yukari’s motionless back. Two weapons move smoothly, trying to cut Yukari’s back.
Yukari drops the sword.
The sword, which was fixed by the balance of power, spun in a circular motion in the air. Taking aim the moment he turned exactly 180 degrees, Mishakuji grabbed the handle with his opposite hand and jutted out to the rear. The black ninja withdrew both weapons and prevented the dangerous stab.
“This!”
Realizing that the surprise attack had failed, Five attempted to forcibly kill Yukari. He takes another step and tries to plunge the spear into Yukari’s chest.
Yukari’s supple body turned.
The tip of the spear grabbed his side and pierced the ninja behind him.
“Huh?”
A clear impatience appears in Five’s expression. Yukari’s mouth loosens and he approaches Five.
“If you want to go through my throat, wait a little longer. You little beast.”
Young facial features distorted by anger.
Yukari hit his face with his fist.
A small body flies and crashes against the edge. Yukari spins his sword and approaches a five who is drooling slightly.
There was a voice behind his back.
“You are ruthless with children.”
Yukari looked back.
The ninja was frail on the spot and was holding his face. The mechanical mask is fluttering and sparking.
It looks like it was destroyed by the previous blow.
“I’m not in the habit of forgiving my enemies.”
“I see. That’s correct.”
Yukari shook his head and struck the point of his sword.
“I haven’t heard from you yet. Why are you trying to beat me?”
The mask shorted out and the ninja removed it after a moment’s hesitation.
Yukari was a bit surprised to see the real face.
“I am a professional. I work for money and business.”
The ninja’s body sank into the houseboat.
It was time to go. Even if he moved fast, he wouldn’t have been able to finish it.
Yukari looks over to where Five was.
As he expected, Five was not there. Maybe that ninja took it with him. The vivid withdrawal technique seems to have been expected in advance.
Peace of mind is back on board.
“For a professional, he’s sweet with kids.”
Yukari answered bluntly and shrugged.
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He woke up in pain.
At the same time that he wakes up, he also realizes that he is suffocating. He has trouble breathing. When he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath, the oxygen finally spread to his lungs.
When he touches his nose while he is confused, he feels unprecedented pain.
“Ugh…”
A calm voice called out to Sukuna, who shook his body and endured the pain.
“I’ve already given you first aid. Don’t touch it.”
There, Sukuna finally noticed that someone was sitting next to his bed. A woman of strange age.
Her golden hair is tied up with a black ribbon and her sleepy eyes peek out from behind her glasses. She seems like she was watching Sukuna asleep. She is wearing a yukata and her knees are propped up on a cushion.
Sukuna moved away from her and is attacked by pain.
“Stay away.”
Sukuna looks around him, exhibiting his alertness.
It was an empty Japanese room of about eight tatami mats. The light bulbs placed in the four corners illuminate the interior of the room with fantastic lights. The furniture is surprisingly small and there is nothing but a white futon in the center and a Japanese bathtub near the wall.
“What is this? Where am I?”
The woman shrugs to answer Sukuna’s questions.
“It’s one of my hideouts in Tokyo. You’re the first stranger to set foot here. Be honored.”
As she spoke, he knew who was in front of him. Sukuna looks into her eyes.
“Are you Kuroko?”
Her glossy lips formed the shape of a smile.
“I’m not satisfied with having to expose my face, mainly because my mask was destroyed, but I’m not so cornered that I have to hide my face in private.”
Sukuna can’t react to her words. He is doing his best to understand the situation that he has in front of him, opening his mouth.
There are many questions that he would like to ask her, but the first thing he does is ask…
“You are a woman?”
Kuroko has a clean face.
“Yeah. What’s up with that?”
“Isn’t that right now?! I’ve always thought of you as a weird old man who’s been dressed up as a ninja all along?!”
“Old stranger…”
Kuroko snorted a little and looked at Sukuna.
“Don’t define me by your own beliefs. I hid my identity, but I didn’t want to hide my gender.”
“What do you say?”
“I would have been wearing a seami.”
Sukuna thinks about Kuroko’s fighting clothes. Certainly, he feels that the image was sharp. However, humans who see Kuroko’s appearance will not notice that place. Rather, they are more attracted to the mechanical mask on her head, the clothes like a special unit, and the sword-like weapons on her back.
Kuroko’s true face, laughing, was somehow good.
“What I want from the team is functionality, but that doesn’t mean I’m neglecting design, although no one has identified my gender in that.”
“That’s how it is…”
At the same time, Sukuna’s belly screamed.
Involuntarily holding his stomach, he looks at Kuroko with a bad feeling.
Kuroko wasn’t laughing, and stood up.
“I’ll bring food. What do you prefer, sushi or pizza?”
Sukuna barely answers.
“Pizza.”
“Ok.”
Kuroko quietly opened the fold and left the room.
After that, only Sukuna remained.
Questions fluttered through his head nonstop, thought moving freely from his body.
Anywhere, the first thing you need to do is test your strength and secure an escape route.
As he stood up, he saw his PDA and his long cane placed on top of the Japanese bowl.
He opened a window in the wall on the opposite side of the model, so that the night view of downtown could be seen.
The window is also unlocked. The PDA was able to boot without any problems. He can also use some special ability. If he wants to escape, he can escape right now.
Knowing that, Sukuna crouched down on the spot.
He took off his tie. He fingered the bandage around his nose. Tearful pain ran through him and brought back the memory.
The attack was completely unsuccessful.
Sukuna and Kuroko couldn’t compete with that man at all. A killing blow was evaded and Sukuna received a bitter blow to the face.
When he found out, he was here.
“……”
“I should have advised you not to touch it.”
Kuroko, who returned with a basin, narrowed her eyes at Sukuna’s thick, stagnant eyes.
She didn’t say anything and put a tray next to his bed. On top is a package of sushi and a small size pizza. Kuroko removed the lid from the sushi pack, picked up the roll and then mysteriously looked at Sukuna.
“You do not eat?”
“I will eat.”
Sukuna moved in front of Kuroko and took a piece.
After eating the first slice of pizza and picking up the second, Sukuna finally asked Kuroko.
“What happened after that?”
“I escaped the ship with you. That man didn’t follow me.”
“So you bothered to take me, when I was passed out, to your hideout?”
With open suspicion in his voice, Sukuna said that.
“What are you planning, aren’t you to do that?”
Kuroko shrugs.
“I helped you because I decided I wouldn’t increase my risk. With my "ability”, a boy is easy to carry.“
"Is a lie.”
“If you can’t believe it, that’s fine. You don’t have to trust me.”
In response to Kuroko’s simple words, Sukuna turned around, a lump forming in his throat.
To think that he lost, that fact alone is eroding Sukuna’s chest.
It’s not like he’s never failed a mission so far. He clashed with other players and was defeated, but those losses were not decisive. At that time, even if he couldn’t compete, he climbed up the ranks, he was filled with different abilities, he challenged them again and always won. So he will do it again.
“So…”
After finishing the meal and taking a break, Sukuna asked.
“What’s next?”
“What’s next?”
Kuroko repeated the question like a parrot. Sukuna was frustrated and picked up the PDA and showed it to her.
“It’s the next strategy. The subjugation mission is still going on. If I don’t beat that madman at some point, I’ll fail.”
“There is no such thing.”
Kuroko’s voice was as solid as her common sense.
“I’m leaving this mission. We and that guy are very different.”
Sukuna frowned severely.
“What’s wrong? Are you scared?”
“I can accept it that way. I’m not a dreamer to challenge him in a battle I can’t win. It’s painful to deduct points for mission failures, but I’m happy with other business.”
“……”
She falls silent and looks at Sukuna depressed, Kuroko continues saying,
“Somehow… are you going to challenge him again?”
Sukuna looks at Kuroko askance. He didn’t reply, but his gaze seemed to convey his intentions.
Kuroko takes a sip of tea from a bottle and exhales.
“Why?”
“Why?”
Sukuna opens his mouth and repeats the question.
When asked why, there was no response from Sukuna. However, only the determination to do so fills the place.
Sukuna challenged that man and lost.
So he has to win next. He has to keep trying until he wins. Or until he loses and dies. It wasn’t something Sukuna could forgive, like losing and doing nothing, because that means running away.
Sometimes you can’t help but lose, but you’re not allowed to just lose and run away.
Kuroko looks at Sukuna, sighs and tells him…
“I really appreciate that about you.”
“I saw that you were someone driven by calculations rather than emotions. It would be easier for me to do business in the future if there was such a person. That is also the reason why I helped you.”
But Kuroko shook her head.
“That’s exactly what that man said. There’s nothing on you.”
“Tsk!”
“I don’t know about the future, the purpose, or even where I’m headed. I was driven only by anger and irritation. I couldn’t stand the pain and was swept away, just like a beast in their hands.”
Sukuna’s heart pounded. Like a flash, the scene came to life in his mind.
The back road that the two of them passed. The cheesy taste of the sweets and cider they drank together. A childish vow to run through “Jungle” together and a cheerful smile shining at his side.
For the first time, he had met a person he could respect. He really wanted to be like that boy.
His first friend in life was a fake prepared by an adult.
So there is nothing in Sukuna. When he knew that what he had grabbed was fake, Sukuna threw it away. He abandoned everything around him and ran away to live alone.
Sukuna only has irreparable injuries.
He is still bleeding. He is suffering. So, being touched by that was just a pain for Sukuna.
When he noticed, Sukuna leaned forward, reached out and grabbed Kuroko’s chest.
“You…”
Sukuna tells her grabbing her.
“What do you know? What is my purpose?”
Kuroko’s reaction was always cold.
“I don’t want to understand. If you want understanding and sympathy, you should run to "Homura”.“
She lightly dispelled Sukuna’s hand and stood up with the yukata collar straight. The eyes behind her glasses are cold and clear.
"If you’ve finished your meal, you must leave quickly. You are free to continue the mission. It’s useless to help, but it’s probably your choice.”
Kuroko suddenly stopped trying to get out of the Japanese room.
“What are you fighting for?”
It was like loneliness. He slumped over, looking up at the ceiling slightly.
“That man asked a very central question despite his playful tone and appearance. In a clan like "Jungle”, it may be more important than you think to determine your own purpose.“
After that, Kuroko left.
Sukuna was sitting there and looking at his PDA.
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