Chapitre 1: Asshole
He hummed as he looked at the fire, admiring the beauty of the night.
Suddenly, a sharp sound cut through the air.
"OOW! What the heck did you just do, you jerk!" he exclaimed, holding his now bleeding lip.
The person in front of him smirked sadistically. "Hehehe, it's to mark you as my student, twerp," he replied.
"Damn it, Toji! Someday, I'm going to kick your ass," he retorted.
Toji laughed heartily. He was a tall, muscular man with mid-length straight black hair, reaching his ears. His green eyes were complemented by thin black eyebrows, and he had a scar on the corner of his right lip. Toji wore a simple outfit consisting of a tight-fitting short-sleeve shirt, baggy tan training pants with a black belt, and black martial arts slippers.
Ignoring the blood flowing from his cut lip, he gazed at Toji with a questioning look. "You weren't supposed to be back for a few more days," he remarked.
"I just stopped by. I have a few things for you," Toji replied, handing over a wooden box and a paper bag.
Curiosity piqued, he opened the bag first and found several sets of glasses. "I thought you called me a wimp for not being able to 'see' curses without these. Remember?" he inquired.
Toji chuckled. "You still are a wimp, but your complaints were getting annoying," he admitted.
"Tsk, I wasn't complaining, I was informing you," he corrected.
"Same same," Toji dismissed with a smirk.
With a final "tsk," he opened the wooden box while put on a new pair of rimless glasses that granted him the ability to see curses.
"Why did you give me this?" he asked, puzzled as to why Toji would give such an item to a five-year-old.
"You said you'd survive eating it. I want to see you try and fail," Toji responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You're such an asshole! Don't you have any compassion?" he scowled, certain that Toji wouldn't give a five-year-old one of Sukuna's fingers. "And I'm not going to eat it."
"Too bad. You don't have a choice," Toji replied, swiftly delivering a chop to his neck and forcing the finger down his throat.
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"Ugh!" he groaned as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. "Oh, no..."
He found himself in Sukuna's inner world. He was in serious trouble.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Sukuna's voice echoed through the realm.
He wanted to curl up and disappear. Looking up, he saw himself, but with Sukuna's appearance, he had pale skin with short bleached white hair that spiked in all direction. The miniature Sukuna wore a light-coloured kimono with a black edge, a black scarf, and black shoes. It was a comical sight, with a new scar on the right side of his lip.
"I have a deal to make," he blurted out, panic clouding his judgment. He had a plan, but he doubted it would work. He might end up getting killed, again.
"What makes you think you have anything that would interest me?" Sukuna inquired, resting his head on his fist, appearing thoughtful.
"That's why you can't take my body," he replied, his voice filled with relief. He hoped Sukuna would consider his proposition.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued. "Alright, brat. What's the deal?"
With a sigh of relief, he explained, "I'll let you access some memories in exchange for healing whenever I need it. If you don't find anything interesting, you can have my body."
The deal seemed to favour Sukuna, and he knew it. Sukuna had lived for over a thousand years, so why was he so confident he would find something interesting in his memories?
after a moment of deliberation Sukuna found his answer
"Sure, brat," Sukuna agreed, proceeding to assess some of his memories.
He waited anxiously, trying to gauge Sukuna's response to the memories. His life depended on it.
And he waited.
And he waited.
Hours seemed to pass as he anxiously watched Sukuna's stone-faced expression. Climbing the hill of skulls, he waved his hand in front of Sukuna's face, but there was no response.
Then, slowly, Sukuna's gaze met his own, and he froze. He wondered if he was about to be killed.
They maintained eye contact for what felt like an eternity until Sukuna's eyes shifted downward, and he trembled in fear. Sukuna's lip quivered, and then he looked up, revealing a bone-chilling sight.
"I'm not real!" Sukuna screamed, tears streaming down his face. "I was created by some human in a basement!" Sukuna cried out in anguish.
He was stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening. It was an indescribable moment, and as he faded from the inner world, doubts flooded his mind. Did he make the right decision?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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