Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

Once again, she was saved by him. 

The moment she saw the familiar face of the black-haired young man, a wave of relief surged in her heart. But almost immediately, she felt ashamed of her instinctive reliance on him. 

"Hayashizaki-kun, I…" 

Yukinoshita Yukino started to speak, but a hand on her shoulder gently interrupted her. 

"You've already done enough." 

"The curtain has been lifted, and the curses released in Shinjuku have been mostly eliminated. It's over." 

"Now, just take a moment to rest." 

Her wounds were completely healed, and a warm touch from his hand spread through her shoulder. It felt like a beautiful dream, one she didn't want to wake from. 

But she couldn't let herself fall into that. 

Lowering her head slightly, she took a small step forward. 

She couldn't always rely on him. 

Tilting her body slightly, she rested her forehead against the firm chest of the young man in front of her, letting her arms hang loosely at her sides. 

She couldn't stay weak forever. 

"Mm… I'm really… so tired…" 

Yukinoshita Yukino closed her eyes, exhaling softly, as if releasing all the pressure and exhaustion she had been holding in. 

Hayashizaki didn't say anything. He just silently patted her back, his gaze sweeping over their surroundings. 

That little maid of Sukuna's had quietly slipped away at some point. He would have liked to use her to tease Sukuna later, but given the situation, taking care of his student's emotional state was clearly more important. 

This battle had been different from the past. While previous fights had their share of blood and tears, none had been as brutal as this Hyakki Yagyō. 

Watching people they could have saved die horribly right in front of them, feeling the crushing weight of their own weakness—Hayashizaki couldn't personally relate, but he understood. 

After all, not long ago, both Yukinoshita Yukino and Hikigaya Hachiman were just ordinary high school students, worrying about their awkward teenage years. 

But now, they were fighting life-or-death battles against terrifying enemies to protect innocent people. 

You can't just flip a switch and adjust to that. 

Even if you could, scars would remain. 

It was because of his presence, his interference, that these two—who should have been living in a bright and ordinary world—were now standing in the darkness. That meant he had a responsibility to bear. 

"You probably have a lot you want to say to me." 

Hayashizaki placed both hands on Yukinoshita Yukino's shoulders, straightening her posture. 

"Let's talk somewhere else. Wait here for a moment."

He first reached into his coat and pulled out two fingers. Stepping in front of Itadori Yuji, he spoke briefly and to the point: "Eat them." 

"These are… Sukuna's fingers!?" Nanami Kento was shocked and quickly tried to stop him. "Please wait a moment, Hayashizaki!" 

"Huh?" 

Seeing him turn his head, the blond man quickly explained, "We can't be sure how well Itadori can handle being a vessel. He should wait until we've gathered all the fingers and then eat them all at once—" 

The more Nanami explained, the quieter his voice became. 

Because he suddenly realized— 

Itadori Yuji's entire existence was permitted solely to eliminate Sukuna, the thousand-year-old curse. 

His purpose in life had already been determined: after consuming all twenty of Sukuna's fingers, he was to be killed, completely erasing Ryomen Sukuna. 

Come to think of it, this man didn't seem to have a bad personality, but… could it be that, deep down, he wasn't much different from Gojo Satoru? Equally troublesome? 

"No need to overcomplicate things. I'm just in a bad mood right now and need someone who can take a full-strength punch from me." Hayashizaki waved dismissively and casually tossed the fingers to Itadori Yuji. 

Itadori fumbled to catch them, his face twisting in discomfort. "You want me to eat two of these disgusting things at once…?" 

Even so, he followed Hayashizaki's words without question. He just needed a moment to mentally prepare himself before swallowing something as grotesque as a mummified finger. 

Swallowing hard, Itadori clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, tilted his head back, and threw one finger into his mouth, gulping it down in one go. Then, without hesitation, he swallowed the second. 

Immediately, he grabbed his own throat, stuck out his tongue, and gagged, his face contorting like a hanging ghost. 

The next second, his pupils shrank sharply. A heavy sensation suddenly surged through his body, as if his consciousness was sinking from the surface of the ocean into the deep abyss. At the same time, he began losing control over his own body. 

Slowly, his eyes closed. Dark markings gradually spread across his face. When his eyes reopened, his pupils had turned blood-red, and a second pair of eyes had appeared. 

A violent, sinister aura instantly spread from Itadori Yuji's body. 

Nanami and Fushiguro Megumi instinctively raised their guard. 

"This aura… It's Sukuna!" 

This is exactly what I was afraid of! 

Nanami silently cursed to himself. 

"That makes six now." 

Itadori Yuji—no, it was Ryomen Sukuna who spoke. His grin had barely formed before he abruptly raised his arms and crossed them in front of him. 

Boom! 

The moment Sukuna took over Itadori's body, Hayashizaki moved. 

His fist crashed into Sukuna's crossed forearms, sending him flying like a cannonball. He slammed into the wall with an earth-shaking crash, the impact so powerful that the entire underground space trembled. 

Cracks spread across the entire wall. Sukuna was embedded deep within it, and judging by the unnatural bend of his forearms, Hayashizaki's punch had outright broken his bones. 

Hayashizaki flexed his hand and let out a satisfied sigh. "That felt good." 

"…" 

A heavy silence fell between Nanami and Fushiguro. 

Their defensive stances, which they had assumed just moments ago, now seemed utterly pointless—like a joke. 

Nanami slowly lowered his hands and adjusted his glasses, his movements filled with hesitation and awkwardness. 

"Fushiguro, did you… expect this to happen?" 

Fushiguro stiffly shook his head. "No… I thought maybe Sukuna wouldn't be a match for Hayashizaki-sensei, but I didn't expect the gap to be this huge."

Nanami Kento sighed. 

"No wonder Itadori said that Hayashizaki is stronger than Gojo Satoru." 

Meanwhile, Ryomen Sukuna, who had been sent flying with a single punch, quickly realized that the gap between him and Hayashizaki was still too vast. Without hesitation, he handed control back to Itadori Yuji, not even bothering to heal the wounds on his hands. 

Tch. He wouldn't give that black-haired brat the chance to humiliate him. 

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(End of Chapter) 

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