This is a great follow-up chapter. The tone, pacing, and characterization of Zankei especially are solid — you've nailed his dominance and cynicism without overdoing it. Arata is also starting to feel like a real character, and the mix of dark humor with dread is working well.
Here's your edited version with:
All grammar, clarity, and punctuation cleaned up
No changes to tone, word count, or structure
Dialogue tightened for flow
Your voice preserved 100%
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Chapter 2 (Edited)
Kenjaku, Jogo, Hanami, and Dagon all sat relaxed on a beach-like setting, the vibrant colors of the sand and sky giving the place an energetic feel.
Zankei, however, sat in silence, his eyes closed. Jogo had his eyes hovering over the boy, his mind asking more questions than giving answers.
"He's been eating all of Dagon's fishes like they aren't filled with deadly poison... and suddenly he decided to take a nap?" Jogo asked, rather confused with Zankei's mannerisms.
"You can't question a mind like that, Jogo. I believe he's doing something more than taking a nap."
"Is that so... By the way, I'm still not familiar with how useful he is to us. Yes, I understand he was feared back in the golden age of jujutsu, but what is his cursed technique, precisely?"
"His cursed technique is quite simple. Also, similar to yours as well."
"Fire manipulation?" Jogo questioned, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Kenjaku rested his head on his forearm. "Not really. It's manipulation of heat itself. I don't know how far or if he has absolute control over heat as a concept, but he's dangerous in terms of domain battles and technique efficiency and effectiveness."
"In short, his years of experience are broad... Good to know. However, I think you're overly cautious of this 'Gojo' you keep talking about."
"Oh, about that, you'll see," Kenjaku said with a sly smile spreading on his face.
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Meanwhile, inside Zankei's innate domain...
Dressed in a black yukata and a black haori over it, standing on geta sandals. He seemed to be in mourning rather than in casual clothing.
Standing over a boy with ginger spiky hair and a school uniform, Zankei wore a sly smirk on his face.
The innate domain was composed of a golden lightening hitting a few infrastructure of the domain, seats and chairs all round up the arena with a gullotine in the middle. A throne with skulls placed in the middle.
Walking down with calm but a bit of boredom was Zankei Kubigari, his voice ringing for the boy to hear.
"Looks like you're out of luck, boy. You're trapped in my innate domain, and you're so weak you can't even battle for your own body... Not like I expected you to win or anything, but this is just pitiful."
"You... Who are you!!?" the boy asked loudly.
"Shut up. I can hear you clearly."
He looked exactly like the boy, but with an expression seasoned by experience.
The boy couldn't put it into words, but seeing himself in such a form sent shivers down his spine.
"I'll ask again. Who are you?"
"I won't answer your question. Tell me, who are you instead — then I might consider answering."
"What!!? It doesn't work that way. I asked you first!"
"Why do you have to be so loud, you brat... That's fine also. I can just cut off your consciousness and leave you dying with more questions than answers."
The boy lifted his right hand, pointing at Zankei. "Cut off my consciousness...? Are you serious right now? You think I'm gon—"
Slice!!!
The boy's right hand was sliced off clean. Dazed and confused about what just happened, his eyes swelled up with tears as he screamed.
Grunting and sludging around on the ground, crying in a pitiful state — until he noticed his hand wasn't pumping any blood.
"You really are a weakling." Zankei walked over to his dismembered right hand and picked it up.
"Although I have your memory of this body, I'd like to see how you present yourself to me — get to know each other."
"Get to know each other...? You're insane, you cut my hand off!"
"'Tis but a small injury..."
"Screw you!!"
"Look, you brat. I don't want to be in this body any more than you want me gone. But due to some limitations, I can't leave."
The boy stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes, mucus dripping from his nose — prompting a scoff from Zankei.
"I was living my life like a normal side character. Why the heck do I have to be part of any of this bullshit!!"
"I don't know."
"This is some shitty situation!!"
"I can agree with that."
"I hate this... I hate this so much."
"Too bad."
The boy, now on his knees, looked at Zankei with a deadpan expression.
"Are you gonna keep agreeing with everything I say?"
"Your opinions don't matter to me. The least I can do is act like I care."
Zankei walked back to his skull throne — weirdly comfortable seating made of pure human skulls like normal fabric.
"My name is Arata Yuto," Arata finally shared, his gaze on the ground.
"Finally cared to share," Zankei said, head tilted, resting on his hand.
"I am Zankei Kubigari. I have given you the privilege to call my name, but don't go overboard, you insect. I will damage your body, but I will do my best to preserve it. Don't get too cocky — you're in more danger than I am."
"I'm in more danger? What does that mean?"
"Don't worry yourself. That's a burden I'll carry." Zankei waved off Arata's worry.
"I don't know what kind of situation this is, but can't you just let me visit my family for the time being?"
"That's indeed an option."
"Yes! My sister and little brother will be happy to see me — same as my mother. Thank yo—"
"But I refuse." Zankei cut Arata off.
"I don't understand. You said it's doable, right? Then why are you refusing?"
"Because I don't care about your family. But you do. What I care the slightest bit about is getting out of this body as soon as possible."
"You don't care about my family, but you care enough to ask about my name!!!"
"Stop yelling," Zankei said in a bored tone. "Although, the best I can do is keep one of your wishes. But mistake me for no genie."
"A wish?" Arata whispered under his breath.
"Yes. A wish. And I will do all in my power to uphold said wish while I fulfill my purpose here."
"I've been seeing things lately. Monsters with multiple limbs, eyes, and whispering something under their breath... but others can't see them." Arata explained to Zankei.
"Oho... You're talking about cursed spirits? Interesting..." Zankei mused.
"Cursed spirits or whatever — I want my family to be protected from such things," Arata said, voice full of resolution.
There was silence — heavy on Arata in particular. Zankei's glowing golden eyes stared down at him menacingly.
"Very well then," Zankei's voice rang throughout the innate domain.
Arata looked up once more — but Zankei was no longer anywhere on the throne. Before he could react, Zankei stood behind him, hands tucked inside his yukata.
"To our acquaintance..." He stretched his hand forward toward Arata.
Arata sweat-dropped, hands shaking violently as he reached for Zankei's.
But Zankei gripped his hand firmly.
Arata felt a warm sensation envelop his body from the handshake.
Unknowingly to Arata...
He had made a deal with the devil.
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