Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

In his Domain.

Ryoumen Sukuna sensed a subtle reaction from his six fingers at the same time. Yet, he didn’t give it much thought.

Compared to the damage dealt when Ieiri Shoko had used Minazuki and Kaidō, this current effect was practically negligible. With the regenerative nature of his fingers, they only needed to sit undisturbed for a while to passively absorb ambient Cursed Energy and begin recovery.

However, he did feel a slight curiosity.

For so many years, no one had truly tried to destroy his fingers. Now, someone was actually attempting it?

Could it be that Gojo Satoshi held some personal grudge against him?

He was clearly a figure of the ancient world. There shouldn’t be any reason for him to be involved with someone like Gojo Satoshi, who was born in this new era.

Sukuna leaned back on his skeletal throne, resting his chin on his palm, lazily contemplating what this meant.

Ieiri Shoko’s failure had left him completely at ease. He had thought that her attempt was the final one. What he didn’t know was that Gojo Satoshi’s true performance was only just beginning.

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Shikoku.