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Chapter 6 - Awakening in Flesh

The boy swallows the finger.

It's not bravery. It's desperation. A cursed spirit towers over his friends, its grotesque form pulsing with malevolence—eyes like boiling tar, limbs stitched from agony. There's no time. No options. Yuji Itadori grabs the severed, wax-sealed finger and forces it down his throat.

The world stops.

Then it shatters.

Sukuna awakens.

He surges through Yuji's veins like wildfire, his cursed energy erupting in a spiral of crimson and black. The air distorts. The cursed spirit that threatened them turns to flee—but it's too late. Sukuna's grin splits across Yuji's face, sharp and ancient.

"How quaint," he says, stretching within the boy's body. "A vessel with a spine."

With a flick of Yuji's hand, the cursed spirit is obliterated. Not exorcised. Erased. Its existence undone, its hatred swallowed whole.

Sukuna laughs.

It's the first time he's felt anything in centuries. The air tastes different—metallic, electric. The world hums with technology and tension. Sorcerers wear strange uniforms. The cities are taller. The curses are weaker.

He hates it.

Yuji regains control, panting, horrified. His hands tremble. His heart races. He doesn't understand what just happened—only that something ancient now lives inside him.

"What… was that?"

Sukuna watches from within, amused. The boy is strong. Not just physically—spiritually. He resists Sukuna's influence with a will that borders on absurd. It's irritating. It's impressive.

"You swallowed me," Sukuna whispers. "Now you carry me."

Yuji doesn't respond. He's too busy trying to understand what he's become.

Later, in a holding cell beneath Jujutsu Tech, Gojo Satoru stands before him. The room is cold, reinforced with layers of cursed seals. Yuji sits on a steel bench, wrists unbound but watched. Gojo's presence fills the space like sunlight—bright, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

"You're the vessel," Gojo says. "For Ryomen Sukuna."

Yuji flinches. The name feels heavy. Ancient. Wrong.

Sukuna chuckles.

"They fear me still. Good."

Gojo explains the situation: twenty fingers scattered across the world, each one a fragment of Sukuna's soul. Yuji is the only one who can contain them. The plan is simple—find them, consume them, and die.

Yuji agrees.

Sukuna doesn't.

"You think I'll let you kill me?" he hisses. "You think I'll go quietly?"

He begins testing the vessel. Whispering in dreams. Twisting emotions. Tempting Yuji with power. He shows him visions—of strength, of vengeance, of freedom. He offers him shortcuts. Promises. Lies.

But the boy resists.

Every time.

Sukuna grows curious. Why does this child fight so hard? What drives him? What breaks him?

He watches Yuji save strangers. Fight curses. Cry over death. Laugh with friends. He watches him mourn. He watches him rage. He watches him hope.

It's disgusting.

It's fascinating.

One night, Sukuna takes control for a moment—just a flicker—and carves his name into a cursed wall. The letters glow red, pulsing with malice.

I am awake.

And I am watching.

The sorcerers panic. Yuji apologizes. Gojo tightens security. The elders whisper. The seals multiply.

Sukuna smiles.

Let them fear. Let them prepare.

I am not a relic.

I am reborn.

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