Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 34: Sukuna Still Not Sleeping

At that moment, the King of Curses showed an evil smile and waved his finger slightly.

The next moment, the center of Fujimaru Ritsuka's field of vision was clearly broken.

It was light, splattering tiny black dots, just like when an ink pen is swung vigorously, leaving a dark, scattered and mixed mark on pure white rice paper.

A streak of blood appeared at the corner of his eye, but Ritsuka bent his knees and fell backwards just before his head was separated, avoiding the blade.

bass!!!!!
The transparent ripple blade tore a huge hole in the surrounding gray fog. The pressure difference caused by the high speed stirred up a strong wind, and the dome above Ritsuka's head, which was like a rib, was directly blasted into a huge abyss!
Blood spurted out from the edges of Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, but to the sorcerer, it was not even a scratch. Ritsuka immediately prepared for battle, and the corners of his mouth could hardly suppress the pleasure.

This guy in front of me is more powerful than a noose! How can I miss him?
Hey ha! Fight, fight!
"Haha! What's wrong with you? I was going to cut your head in half!"

At the same time, using Ritsuka's face, Sukuna laughed wildly and happily.

Even though he said he was interested in Fujimaru Ritsuka, he did not hesitate when it came to taking action.

If he hadn't dodged, Fujimaru Ritsuka would probably have already split up and acted.

Sukuna is just so difficult to serve - of course, it's not that Fujimaru is unable to serve him comfortably, he definitely has the ability to do so.

But he didn't want to.

Fight! Why not fight against the living Curse King?!

How the hell could this be!
Yeah!! Come here and die, you four-eyed guy!!!
Looking at Fujimaru's eager expression, Sukuna narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand as if he had just realized something was wrong.

Puff.
The pure white kimono at his wrists began to slide down, a layer of cloth entwined around his strong forearms, then slid down, fell into the lake, and sank.

what? !

That was the cut cloth.

A counterattack from Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"You attacked me from my blind spot? No technique, just relying on your body and skills?"

Ryoumen Sukuna looked at it with interest. On his forearm, there was a circle of fine bloodstains, which were scratches caused by fingertips. The Curse King narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, turned his gaze back, and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with different feelings.

"It's quite difficult. I will do better next time." Ritsuka licked his lips.

Observe those eyes carefully.

Hot and clear.

That was a feeling Sukuna had never experienced before.

It's not about being a hero and fighting against evil.

It's not about being a strong person and demanding answers.

It's not about asking for forgiveness as a weak person.

A flame without any impurities.

translate.

[Let's be frank, when can we skip the plot animation? Can we start cutting now? 】

【Brighten the blood bar, brighten the blood bar, brighten the blood bar wow! 】

It is impossible for Fujimaru Ritsuka to not see the difference in combat power between the two sides, but he is not afraid even so. Is it because he is simply not afraid of death, or has he realized that death in the consciousness space will not affect reality at all?
No matter which side, or whether both are correct, it is an answer that makes Sukuna happy.

".Haha, that's enough."

Suddenly, Sukuna no longer wanted to kill him.

No, or rather, he had no such intention from the beginning, and the declaration of cutting it in half was just scary.

He quite likes this host.

"As a reward for dodging this blow."

With a chuckle, Ryomen Sukuna waved his hand again.

The invisible blade once again slashed towards Fujimaru, starting from Sukuna.

But this time, Fujimaru didn't even try to dodge.

Because the blade was not pointed at him.

The white line cuts the world apart, with the lake surface at Ritsuka's feet as the dividing line.

what?
do not fight?
The foothold completely disappeared, and in a trance of weightlessness, Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoes began to lift off the ground. With his vision scattered, Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to sink and fall, while Ryoumen Sukuna's overwhelming evil and arrogance rose higher and higher.

"Go away until I find you next time."

After saying that, Sukuna turned around.

he thought.

I feel good and look like I can have a good sleep.

however--

"Yeah!! Don't even think about running away!!"

"?!"

There was a loud bang and a breaking sound behind his head, and Sukuna turned around suddenly.

But all I saw was an enlarged fist. BANG!!!!!!

"Cuck!!"

Sukuna's face suddenly became sunken, and his handsome face became terrifying and hideous.

Gua! Chaldea's Eight Extremes Collapse!

With a loud explosion and a sudden attack, Sukuna went from being a fairy with his hands behind his back to a miserable state. He slid a hundred meters in the pool of blood before he barely stopped. The waves turned into a downpour, soaking him as he fell to the ground.

After this, Sukuna had the chance to see it.

I saw the little ghost that should have been thrown out of my consciousness space.

"How can it be!——"

"Isn't this my home? As a tenant, how can I ask the landlord to leave!" Fujimaru, who landed on the ground and stepped on the water, twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

He tore his clothes with one hand, revealing his muscular muscles, wiped the blood from his forehead upwards, and fixed his messy black hair, turning into an image similar to the Sukuna version of Fujimaru.

"Oh, it's still early today, and you haven't slept yet, Mr. Sukuna—"

The young man completely ignored the black blood in the pool. The turbid black color stained his fair skin and slid down along the curves of muscles and bones. It was clearly terrifying and frightening, but at the same time, one could also glimpse some eroticism in it.

How could this happen?!

The boy ignored these trivial matters.

The strong thighs began to exert force.

From walking to running.

It was a galloping run across the blood pool with the force of thunder!
He split the sea pool and rushed towards Sukuna with a red face.

"Sir, you haven't slept yet! Let's make love!"

Sukuna gritted his teeth, his ethereal charm gone, and he roared loudly.

"Damn brat!————"

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midnight.

Huh.Huff
Sitting on the pile of corpses, Sukuna covered his face with his hands. His forehead and the tips of his hair were already wet with sweat, which was dripping to the ground.

At least six hours have passed. Fujimaru Ritsuka's demands are so terrifying that no good man or woman can bear it. Fight, fight, and keep fighting!
It's the middle of the night and I'm still very energetic. If Sukuna wasn't equally crazy and playful, and if Fujimaru didn't have class tomorrow morning, I would have been in trouble.

How could Ryomen Sukuna know or understand what kind of life that person had lived?

The mental space cannot be killed or destroyed, so he can only be forced to fight with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Of course you can win, easily!
But...that's not right. The more we fight, the more wrong it seems. This kid must be hiding something.

In a hand-to-hand fight without using any trump cards, he couldn't even defeat him? !

Ryoumen Sukuna is aware of the ugliness of human nature and believes that there is a 100 or even 90% chance that Fujimaru is the real culprit. This is how he is forced to use his skills to find out his own trump card.

Thinking in this way, Sukuna began to rebel, and seeing that Sukuna was unwilling to give his all, the kid became even more disappointed and also hid his trump card.

It's so infuriating!

Fuck. Fuck. You think you are older than me?! Fujimaru Ritsuka!

Do you think I have no means of counterattack?
Sukuna climbed onto the throne with his trembling legs. He looked up again and saw that the sky that was similar to human ribs gradually disappeared and was replaced by
It is the back of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

That was Sukuna using his terrifyingly sophisticated attainments in spells to reversely deduce the information left by Fujimaru in his mind through the mental space. Through his current reality inside Fujimaru's body, he confused the object of the spell and observed the other party's memory.

Can't do it?
There is nothing I, the King of Curses, can't do!
If so, [bind] it!
Of course, these are just blurry images.

I could only vaguely see that Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to be on a long journey with someone, a surging ocean of despair, a vast and endless continent, a village full of fairies, and an endless desert full of monsters.
Although it is blurry, one can indeed see the boy's extraordinary experience and
Like a heterogeneous soul, it exudes the scorching temperature of the sun.

Humph.

Let me take a look at your flaws and weaknesses, little devil!

Sukuna gave an evil and disgusting grin.

I see right through you! Fujimaru Ritsuka!

hiss.
But the color of this soul is quite beautiful.

Ok?
After a while, the movie was still playing on the "screen", but Sukuna suddenly frowned. For some reason, he felt that there was always something strange in the mental space he was in.

It's like... there's something extra.

He turned around, but saw nothing. There was only endless darkness spreading into the depths of Fujimaru Ritsuka's soul, a pure emptiness where he could see nothing.

But it also seemed like there were some golden hairs floating by. What were the dark flames, and the moths, insects and petals dancing in the air?
Whenever the mosaic-quality Fujimaru Memoirs played in his mind's space, the eerie feeling became even stronger.

It's like there's someone you can't see sitting next to you, watching the video with you.
Turn around again.

Sukuna pressed even closer to his pile of corpses and wrapped his arms.

That night.

I haven't slept in Sukuna yet.

(End of this chapter)