Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

Good. 

Just keep it this way. 

As long as we don't mess with each other, we can coexist peacefully. 

Hikigaya Hachiman mumbled under his breath while locking eyes with the octopus-headed curse. At the same time, he quietly moved his feet, inching farther away from it. 

The octopus-headed curse just stared at him with its big, round eyes, watching as he backed away to about twenty meters. 

"Kind of looks cute," Hikigaya Hachiman muttered. 

Compared to the curses he had encountered before—ones that looked like they came straight from the deep sea, completely indifferent to their appearance—this octopus-headed one was much easier on the eyes. 

But he hadn't forgotten that just five minutes ago, this thing swallowed a person. Though it had to spit them out after being attacked by Yukinoshita, what came out was a corpse with only white bones left in the upper half. 

This was a curse, a creature born from the accumulated negative emotions of humans. It wasn't some plush toy to cuddle or a friendly Pokémon that could live peacefully with people. It was an ugly existence that had to be exorcised. 

He wouldn't forget what curses truly were. 

He wasn't sure why this one hadn't taken the chance to attack him while his arm was injured, but if it gave him time to recover a little, that was more than welcome. 

Speaking of which… this really hurts. Has old man Hayashizaki not finished fighting yet? 

Leaning against a shop window, Hikigaya Hachiman lowered his head, looking at his bleeding wound. Blood was still seeping out, and through the torn flesh, he could faintly see something white. 

Above him, tremors shook the area from time to time—probably caused by Hayashizaki fighting someone. 

Whoever was fighting Hayashizaki must be a top-tier fighter, strong enough to go head-to-head with a special-grade sorcerer. Someone like me, a small fry, could die several times over just from the shockwaves of their battle. 

Where is Yukinoshita? She should've been back by now. Nothing happened to her, right? 

No, no, I shouldn't jinx it. 

Ugh… this really hurts! 

Komachi, your big brother wants to go home. 

Hikigaya Hachiman let his thoughts wander, trying to distract himself from the pain in his arm. 

Then, suddenly, a clear and childlike voice echoed through the underground space. 

"You." 

It was so unexpected that he froze for a moment. After looking around, he realized that the voice had come from the octopus curse in front of him. 

"A curse… spoke!?" 

Wait, some curses can talk. But most of them just mumble nonsense. This one, though, speaks clearly and makes sense. This is the first time I've seen that. 

The curse spoke again. 

"My name is Dagon. There is also Jogo, Hanami, and Mahito. We all have names." 

Mahito? 

That name… right, Yukinoshita mentioned it before. That was the special-grade curse that killed Ooka—the one with intelligence equal to a human. 

Wait a minute… 

Does that mean this octopus-headed guy in front of me is also special-grade? 

Hikigaya Hachiman started sweating.

Just to buy as much time as possible until Yukinoshita Yukino gets back… No, wait, if the opponent is really a special-grade, then maybe it's better if Yukinoshita doesn't come back at all. 

Hikigaya Hachiman forced a stiff and awkward smile. 

"I'm Hikigaya Hachiman. Uh… Jogo, was it? Nice to meet you?" 

Could this guy just let me go and leave on his own? 

Jogo, who was about to make a move, suddenly stopped. The octopus-like tentacle that was ready to shoot at the injured, dead-fish-eyed boy retracted. 

"Jogo is fighting a strong enemy. I need to go help him," it said. 

After speaking, it stretched out its arms and slowly dragged its heavy body away. 

Huh? It really left! 

Hikigaya Hachiman stared blankly as it left. It really seemed to be letting him go without turning back for a second attack. 

Having survived for no apparent reason, the dead-fish-eyed boy let out a heavy sigh of relief. 

Boom! 

Just as he was about to relax, a loud crash echoed through the area. The Jogo that had just left came flying back at several times the speed it had left, slamming hard into a storefront. 

The counter shattered, and shelves collapsed one after another, sending up a massive cloud of dust. 

"Huh? What now?" 

Hikigaya Hachiman, who had just sat down, had no choice but to stand up again and turn his head toward where Jogo had been sent flying from. 

"Haha! Looks like we've got ourselves a lucky survivor." 

An elderly but hearty voice rang out. In Hachiman's line of sight, three figures appeared. Leading them was an old man with white hair, wearing a white martial arts uniform with his chest exposed. Behind him were a young man and a young woman—one of whom was someone Hikigaya had met before, Kugisaki Nobara. 

"That's not a regular person, that's one of us," Kugisaki Nobara said. She also noticed the dead-fish-eyed boy she had met once before. After thinking for a moment, she blurted out a name that sounded vaguely familiar, "I think it was… Hibiyaga or something?" 

Ah, there it is. That familiar feeling is back again. 

The long-lost experience of someone getting his name wrong—Hikigaya Hachiman actually felt a strange sense of comfort rise in his heart. 

The people he had met recently had been too nice. No one had gotten his name wrong, and for a second, he almost thought he had made some new friends. 

"It's Hikigaya Hachiman," he corrected. 

The three of them walked up to him. Hachiman looked at the octopus-headed curse buried under the shelves and cautiously warned them. 

"Be careful, everyone. That thing might be a special-grade curse." 

"Special-grade? Just from its aura, it doesn't seem like one at all," Kugisaki Nobara argued. 

"It seems to know those other talking special-grade curses. It's probably one of them," Hachiman said cautiously. "Yukinoshita went after a curse user. She should be back soon." 

As soon as he finished speaking, a graceful figure came running from the other side of the corridor. 

"Ah, Yukinoshita-san!" 

Finally seeing another girl in the group, Kugisaki Nobara happily waved at the approaching Yukinoshita Yukino. 

Before they could exchange words, Zenin Naobito spoke up. 

"It's coming." 

The moment his words fell, a sudden surge of cursed energy blasted away the shelves and the store's ceiling. A red figure tore through the smoke, floating above them all. 

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