Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Hadji didn't respond immediately. He lowered his head, staring at the tips of his shoes, seemingly trying to process the information.

After a long pause, he raised his head, a hint of hesitation in his eyes: "My grandfather said..."

"He told you to help more people, and if you're going to die, to die surrounded by a crowd, right?" Yuuto chimed in.

Itachi's pupils contracted sharply. Since his grandfather passed away, very few people knew this phrase, and he had never mentioned it to Yuuto.

Yuuto knew he was genuinely curious about the answer, but had no intention of providing one. It wasn't the time to explain these things; there would be plenty of opportunities later.

So he just smiled slightly and said vaguely, "Maybe he has his sources. You'll hear what he has to say when you get to Tokyo."

Itadori clearly didn't believe him, and Yuuto didn't want to dwell on the matter too much, so he interrupted his thoughts and brought the topic back to the main point: "Alright, let's get back to the point. Do you know why it has to be you?"

"Because only I can contain the power of Sukuna's finger, and I won't die instantly?"

"Because I have no other choice," Yuuto admitted.

Haddō looked puzzled.

Yuuto glanced at the sky and calmly advised, "Itadori, this is a very important decision, and I don't want you to agree to it in a moment of impulse."

"Your intention to help people is good, but the road ahead is much longer and more dangerous than you imagine."

"You might lose something, even something you cherish."

He paused, then continued, "But your kindness will help many people, and your sacrifice will make the world a better place."

Huzhang lowered his head, lost in thought.

He remembered his grandfather always telling him when he was a child: "Yujin, you must be a kind person. You must help others, and not end up like me, who was nothing in his life."

He remembered his grandfather lying on the hospital bed, holding that hand that was still somewhat weak even with great effort, and often saying to her: "Yujin, you should die surrounded by people. Don't be like me, you should help more people."

Huzhang raised his head, his eyes clear and firm: "I want to help more people, and I want to die surrounded by people, just like my grandfather did after I die."

Yuu looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

“Then, from today onwards, you will be the vessel for Ryoumen Sukuna.” Yuuto’s voice carried a hint of solemnity. “You will bear the will of the King of Curses, endure unimaginable pain, and stand at the forefront of humanity’s battle against the curse.”

Itadori took a deep breath and took the Demon-Sealing Box from Yuuto's hand.

He opened the lid, and inside lay a dark red finger.

The thing emitted a strong, pungent smell, like burning rust. Just by holding it in his palm, Itachi could feel a subtle connection emanating from within his body.

He closed his eyes and put his fingers in his mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the severed finger slid into his stomach like an ice cube.

The next second, a burning sensation exploded from his stomach, spreading rapidly along his esophagus to his limbs and bones, as if someone had poured scalding lava into his blood vessels.

With gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands gripped the edge of the folding table so tightly his knuckles turned white.

His back arched, like a bow bent by an invisible force.

He felt something awakening in his fingers, spreading from his stomach throughout his body, trying to take over his consciousness.

Itachi gritted his teeth and suppressed the voice that was trying to take over his consciousness.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes.

Yuuto gazed into those eyes, his hand already resting on the hilt of the Kikuichimonji sword.

He's waiting, waiting for a judgment.

Is this body occupied by Itadori Yujin or Ryomen Sukuna?

Chapter 120 Tiger Rod Easily Controls Two-Faced Sukuna

As the tiger-like staff swallowed the finger, its body trembled violently, as if something had torn it apart from the inside.

Then, incredible changes began.

His fingernails began to grow wildly, becoming thin and long, as black as ink, like sharp claws reaching out from the depths of hell.

Black lines appeared on the skin's surface, spreading from the neck to the limbs, intersecting to form a strange totem.

Muscles swelled and bulged under the skin, stretching the school uniform taut, and the boy's thin frame became extremely strong in just a few seconds.

Two more slits appeared below his eyes, and blood-red pupils moved within them.

Four eyes scanned their surroundings simultaneously, their pupils brimming with greed and excitement. Moonlight shone on their faces, making the black lines on their faces appear particularly striking.

"Ha ha ha ha.........."

Laughter emanated from Haddō's mouth, carrying a madness suppressed for a thousand years.

The facial expressions were exaggerated to the extreme, with the corners of the mouth stretched to the ears, and all four eyes squinting and widening at the same time, like a baby seeing the world for the first time.

The entire aura emanated from only two words: evil.

"Moonlight is definitely best experienced in person; it's the most exhilarating!"

He looked up at the cold, clear moon overhead, spread his arms, and shouted. The moonlight shone on him, making the dark lines on his body clearly visible.

Yuuto stood a few steps away, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the Kikuichimonji sword.

With his other hand, he silently formed a hand seal, dark blue lightning gathering at his fingertips, ready to strike. He took a half-step back without making a sound, leaving room to draw his sword.

"Where is she? Where is the woman?"

Ryomen Sukuna looked around, but seemed not to see Yuuto at all.

Or perhaps he saw it but didn't pay it any mind. He jumped down from the ruins, stomping on the rubble and sending it flying everywhere.

He ripped off his cumbersome school uniform, revealing his muscular body covered in black stripes.

The moonlight shone on that body, and the lines seemed to writhe like living things, slowly moving beneath the skin.

He leaped to a high place, spread his arms, his chest muscles bulged, his four eyes narrowed, revealing a greedy smile.

"What a wonderful time this is! Women and children are everywhere, like maggots."

He licked his lips, and all four of his eyes lit up at the same time.

"This is wonderful! Now we can go on a killing spree—"

Laughter erupted again, even more frenzied.

But at the very moment when the laughter was at its loudest—

"Snapped."

Tiger Staff suddenly raised his left hand, his five fingers like hooks, and gripped his chin tightly.

The laughter stopped abruptly. Ryoumen Sukuna's expression froze on his face.

He looked down at his hands.

The hand tightened uncontrollably, the nails digging into the skin, and black liquid dripped down between the fingers.

The runes on his face began to fade, as if they had been erased by an invisible eraser.

It fell from a height and crashed to the ground, sending debris flying.

He knelt on one knee, his hands braced on the rubble, his chest heaving violently.

The black lines faded from his face, his four eyes disappeared, and his exaggerated muscles shrank back to their original state. Everything was forcibly reversed beyond his control.

"What are you going to do with someone else's body?" Itajō's voice was forced out from his throat, hoarse but firm. "Give it back to me!"

The consciousness of the two Sukuna suddenly retaliated, black lines reappearing on its face, all four eyes snapping open, its voice filled with disbelief and rage: "Why are you still conscious? You can even—"

“This is my body!” Itari gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly. “Of course I can move.”

A tug at the heartstrings. Both hands simultaneously tear at the cheeks, as if trying to peel the skin that doesn't belong to oneself from the bones.

The pupils turned blood red one moment and returned to their normal brown the next. Runes appeared and disappeared, like two giant beasts vying for the same city.

"Never before in a thousand years."

Liangmian Su Nuo's belated realization was tinged with shock, and his voice finally lost its usual condescending composure.

Within this mortal boy's body, his power was suppressed. Not defeated, but suppressed.

The skin of the Japanese knotweed returned to its normal color. The two eyes below its eyes disappeared, and the pupils returned to their original brown.

Within seconds, the long black nails faded to a light pink, returning to their normal length. The black markings on the body disappeared completely, as if they had been washed away.

His heartbeat gradually slowed down. His breathing became steady. The entire abandoned stadium fell silent at that moment, with only the boy's heavy breathing remaining.

Hadji raised his head, his brown eyes reflecting the moonlight.

“Mr. Kasuga,” his voice was still a little hoarse, but his tone had returned to calm, “was that Ryomen Sukuna just now?”

Just as Yuuto was about to reply, a voice suddenly came from mid-air.

"Oh dear, oh dear—"

A figure descended from the sky, landing beside Yuuto, crouching down, and pulling out a phone to snap away. The flash went off a dozen times in the darkness, making Itajō squint.

"Yuto, you actually kept two Sukuna fingers hidden away and had Itadori swallow them!"

The newcomer was dressed in a black college uniform, his white hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight. He stood up, put his phone back in his pocket, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, and looked at Yuuto, his tone flippant: "What a twisted sense of humor."

Gojo Satoru.

He had been struggling with this decision the whole way to Sendai.

Is it really worth making the trip in person?

He had originally entrusted the enrollment to Youren, and he genuinely planned to stay at the college, drinking tea and reading newspapers, enjoying a rare moment of leisure in the afternoon.

But while reviewing the intelligence report sent by the Kyoto school, he noticed something amiss.

Yuuto obtained a finger of Sukuna, but did not report or hand it over according to procedure.

Considering Yujin's enthusiasm for this recruitment drive—he was on his way almost as soon as he hung up the phone, and the first person he wanted to contact was Yujin Itadori—it all seems too coincidental.

So he put aside all his affairs and came with great enthusiasm.

Gojo Satoru burst out laughing. The laughter was loud and echoed in the empty stadium, startling the sparrows nesting under the eaves.

He watched for a while, then suddenly turned to Yuuto, his tone tinged with excitement: "Hey, Yuuto, you just said I should be at the back of the line? Why?"

Yuuto was adjusting his state of reverse rebirth without looking up: "Because I was here first."