Smoke still drifted in coils around the alley where Jogo's body lay mutilated beyond regeneration. His severed limbs twitched—dying embers of a curse extinguished by something colder than flame.
Agent 47 stood above the corpse, blood barely touching the fabric of his raised-collar suit. His breath was steady. His expression unreadable.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
"Search the pockets of the target. High-priority anomaly detected."
Without hesitation, 47 knelt. His gloved hands moved with mechanical grace, patting the corpse down. Inside the singed inner lining of Jogo's coat, he pulled out a blackened, cursed-stained pouch—rotting, but sealed by layers of protective talismanic threads. Unraveling it released a pungent stench and a pulse of immense cursed energy that warped the air like heat.
Nine grotesque, mummified fingers.Dark red. Sharp. Inhuman.They pulsed. Alive.
[SYSTEM ALERT: CURSED OBJECT – "SUKUNA'S FINGERS"]
"Consume to gain strength. Side effect: High-level mental intrusion.""Warning: Entity within may attempt subjugation. Proceed?"
From the rooftop, Gojo Satoru's eyes narrowed behind his blindfold.The moment the aura hit him, he stopped laughing. He vanished from view.
"Wait—Gojo?!"
Itadori's voice cracked as he darted to the edge.
"No time!" Gojo called mid-air, already plummeting.
Nobara and Megumi ran for the stairwell in unison.
Back in the alley, 47 was already calculating.He studied the fingers. Their power was undeniable.
"Power... at cost."
He didn't flinch.
He took one, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed.
Silence.
Then the second. The third. No hesitation.By the seventh, the air thickened like tar. Blood-black wind swept the alley.In his mind—a throne of skulls.
"Another insect with ambition?"The voice slithered inside like oil through cracks.
Agent 47 stood in the echoing dark, staring across a vast throne room made of bones. There sat Sukuna, the King of Curses, grinning, leaning on one arm.
"You're not him. You're something... wrong."
47 said nothing.He simply looked at Sukuna. That look—calculating, unfeeling.No fear. No doubt. No opening.
Sukuna's smile twitched.
"You dare—"
47 moved without moving. He was already behind Sukuna.In this illusion, this mental theater, he existed outside its rules.
His hand clutched a fiber wire made of white-hot light—manifested by his Adaptive Instinct.
He didn't kill Sukuna. That was impossible.But he bound the illusion around his will.
The throne room shattered.
Back in the real world, Gojo landed. His blindfold flickered with cursed perception, seeing the world crackle around 47 in dark energy—and yet, there was no Sukuna laughing. No loss of self. No bloodlust.
Just the cold, calm man standing straight as ever.
"...He ate them," Gojo said, voice flat.
Itadori, breathless, joined seconds later. "W-What?! All of them?!"
Megumi arrived behind him, sword out. Nobara gritted her teeth.
47 didn't turn around. He dusted his sleeves and adjusted his cuff.
"It's done."
"Wait," Gojo said, stepping closer, tension rising. "You… don't feel different?"
47 turned halfway, looking at them with that dead calm.
"No."
The wind passed through the alleyway. Leaves scattered.Nine fingers' worth of cursed energy radiated from him—dense and pressurized, but not chaotic.
Gojo's lips parted slightly. "He's… suppressing all of it."
Megumi whispered, "That's… impossible. Even Yuji couldn't hold one without—"
"He's not Yuji," Gojo said softly, a strange, dangerous curiosity behind his blindfolded gaze.
47 walked past them. The crimson tie fluttered slightly in the breeze.As if nothing happened.
Gojo watched him go. "...We need to talk to him. Soon."
Megumi clenched his fists. "If he lets us."
Itadori stared, jaw slack. "I don't get it. Who the hell is this guy?"
Nobara still hadn't spoken.
She was still stuck on that moment from earlier.
That silverballer at her forehead.
That calmness.
That void behind his eyes.
She shivered.
[SYSTEM UPDATE]
"Sukuna's energy absorbed."Stat Threshold Breached+New ability unlocked pending stabilization…
Legendary Perks:
Matter Creation – Active
Adaptive Instinct – Passive
Pending Sync...
47 didn't care.
He had one focus left now.
Hanami.
Then Kenjaku.
Then answers.And the one behind the system.
The Administrator.