And so, noon arrived.
Fushiguro sprawled across the table, answering questions from the gossiping masses for the Nth time.
"It wasn't me, it was the Divine Dogs..."
Spreading rumors takes one mouth, but debunking them wears out your legs.
The uproar caused by the half-finished sentence finally began to subside only when Fushiguro was on the verge of collapse.
If he had known this, he should have just let Itadori finish that sentence back then—!
He painfully clutched his head, praying for the Nth time that time could flow backward.
He must have owed Itadori and Sukuna in his past life, which is why Heaven sent the two of them to torment him in this life...
"Um, Fushiguro... sorry about that..."
Itadori cautiously poked his head out from behind the wall.
He truly hadn't expected a single sentence this morning would lead to such terrifying consequences.
What made petting a dog such a terrifying thing?
Oh, it was everyone's gossipy hearts, combined with a slightly suggestive schadenfreude mindset.
Hmm, it seems there's no saving this.
"...It's fine..."
Fushiguro stared blankly at the table.
"It's my fault."
It was his fault—
He shouldn't have covered Itadori's mouth at that moment.
And he definitely shouldn't have let out the Divine Dogs last night for Sukuna to pet... He profoundly recognized his own problem—
Cherish your intelligence, stay away from the mentally challenged.
If he continued to hang out with Itadori and Sukuna, sooner or later he would become the same.
Unfortunately... he realized he couldn't seem to detach himself from these two guys.
As half a guardian and a supervisor, he had to constantly stay by their side—
—and continuously endure their intellectual baptism.
Fushiguro began to despair about his future... Why was Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses from a thousand years ago, this kind of Sukuna?
He, plus Itadori, successfully created a negative effect where 1+1 is greater than 2, okay?
...The King of Curses, Sukuna, who was being fiercely criticized by Fushiguro, was greeted by the cheerful Gojo Satoru in the evening.
"Yo! Long time no see~"
Gojo, who had just returned from a business trip, greeted Sukuna, who had switched out.
"How was it? How did it feel fighting the Special Grade Cursed Spirit?"
"...Are you talking about the one at the Juvenile Detention Center? —Ha, need I even say it? It was easy."
Sukuna replied casually; he truly hadn't felt any difficulty.
Even though they were both Special Grades, the gap was astonishingly large. He was somewhat confused by the Jujutsu World's grading system—was that really considered Special Grade?
At that time, he had only consumed two fingers, yet fighting that Special Grade Curse already put no pressure on him.
"So is there really no other title above Special Grade? Like 'Ultra Special Grade' or something?"
He asked, unwilling to accept it.
"I'm afraid not, oh~"
Gojo shrugged.
"See, even I am only a Special Grade."
Oh, that's true then.
Sukuna shot the other man a sympathetic look, instantly feeling mentally balanced.
The strongest Gojo Satoru right before him was actually the same rank—Special Grade—as the Special Grade Cursed Womb he had crushed last time. The thought was thrilling.
Meanwhile, Itadori, deep inside his mind, listened to their conversation and felt a toothache coming on.
Can you two give someone else a break? There's still someone here who is only Grade 2!
Gojo seemed to hear Itadori's call and quickly changed the subject.
"I heard from Fushiguro that you've already eaten the third finger, right? Can you use Domain Expansion now?"
...A Domain?
Sukuna was stunned for a moment.
Lately, he had only focused on his own Innate Domain inside his mind and had never considered whether he was now capable of performing "Domain Expansion."
Maybe he really could open a Domain now?
"Then... should we find a place to try it?" Sukuna suggested uncertainly.
"OK." Gojo agreed instantly.
Soon, the two arrived at a vast, open grassland.
There weren't many people here, so testing the Domain wouldn't harm the innocent.
Gojo stepped back two paces, signaling Sukuna to begin.
Sukuna nodded and took a deep breath.
Domain Expansion, huh... He closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into his body, and visualized the Innate Domain within his mind.
As if his body was responding, a stream of information accompanied by a warm current of power flooded into his brain.
He naturally raised his hands, interlocking his fingers to form a perfect hand sign.
A line of text appeared in his mind at the same moment—
[Domain Expansion—]
He looked at the text appearing in his consciousness, opened his mouth, and his low voice followed as he chanted.
"Domain Expansion—"
The Cursed Energy within his body roared like boiling water, rapidly condensing inside him, and his spiritual power followed the Cursed Energy, extending outward like a boundless net.
The text in his mind continued to appear—
[Malevolent Shrine—]
He felt the surging Cursed Energy fluctuations, prepared to continue chanting the words in his mind, and then—he froze.
"Malevolent..."
Malevolent... what?
Malevolent what...?
[Malevolent Shrine—]
...You said Malevolent what—??
—What-what Shrine???
Sukuna's eyes widened, and he froze in disbelief.
Malevolent Shrine... Shrine, Sh-rine... —Chef???
Due to the collapse of his train of thought, the Cursed Energy that had expanded and was about to form the Domain suddenly dispersed, and the incomplete Domain collapsed.
Sukuna no longer had the mental energy to dwell on the issue; his entire focus was on the bizarre name of his Domain... No, let him calm down—
He, the magnificent King of Curses, the strongest from a thousand years ago—
—was actually, bloody hell, a chef???
Sukuna was shocked.
Although he had joked about his own cooking skills, he truly never expected his Domain would be one too!
This really isn't a joke, is it?!
So—what were those Jujutsu Sorcerers a thousand years ago doing? Why did they let a chef become the strongest?!
What kind of embarrassing, socially fatal situation is this?!
...Did they consider the feelings of the chef himself—that is, me!
Imagine in the middle of a fierce battle, everyone else unleashes incredibly powerful water, fire, wind, and lightning, and then he, as the strongest, steps out—with a cleaver in his left hand and an iron wok in his right. What kind of bizarre scene is that?
Sukuna's brain couldn't help but crash as he imagined the scene.
Then it was as if he finally realized something—
No wonder... He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
No wonder, according to records, his Cursed Technique was only Cleave...—This must be because his past self a thousand years ago was desperately trying to conceal his Cursed Technique!!
If he only used Cleave, he could still pretend to be someone who uses swords or knives.
But add fire to that, holding a knife in one hand and fire in the other, wouldn't that instantly make him look like a cook?!
—It's over! The secret his past self painstakingly concealed for a thousand years is about to be exposed by his current self!
...No, he still needs to be rescued!!—
—He absolutely cannot let anyone know the name of his Domain!!
Three seconds after the Domain collapsed.
Sukuna withdrew his hand sign with a solemn expression.
He raised a hand and covered his eyes, while Gojo Satoru looked on with confusion.
His tone was heavy, a painful sigh.
"Alas..."
"It seems I still can't activate it..."
"This Domain thing... it's just too difficult..."
He is truly having such a hard time!!!—
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