Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

"Damn it!" 

Every bone in his body felt like it was screaming in pain. Even the slightest movement made his joints creak, as if they were about to fall apart. 

"What the hell is with that guy!? He's like a monster!" 

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Fushiguro Megumi struggled to get up. He glanced at Itadori Yuji and Nanami Kento, both of whom were also heavily injured. 

Nanami Kento, thanks to his deep reserves of cursed energy, had managed to defend himself with it. Since Zenin Toji had no cursed energy of his own, he could only rely on the cursed energy from his weapons and his sheer brute strength. 

As for Itadori Yuji, he had survived purely through his monstrous physical endurance. 

In the end, both of them were in better shape than Fushiguro Megumi. 

But even so, against that monster of a man, even if they were at full strength, it wouldn't make a difference. 

They couldn't even follow his movements. How the hell were they supposed to fight him? 

If they kept going, all three of them—Nanami, Itadori, and himself—would end up dead. If that was the case… 

Itadori, you and I are different. I believe in saving people unequally. That's why I will never let someone like you—someone who saves everyone—die in front of me! 

Fushiguro Megumi forced himself to stand, trembling as he reached forward with both hands. 

A towering figure suddenly appeared in front of him. 

Zenin Toji looked down at the spiky-haired boy but didn't attack. Instead, after hesitating for a moment, he asked, 

"What's your name?" 

Fushiguro Megumi froze. Even the ritual he had been about to activate came to a halt. 

"Fushiguro. Fushiguro Megumi." 

Hearing the name, Zenin Toji smiled in satisfaction. 

"I see. So you don't have the Zenin surname. That's good." 

With that, the man who had been beating him half to death just a moment ago suddenly sat down right in front of him, crossing his legs as if he didn't have a care in the world. 

He wasn't even looking at Megumi and the others as threats. 

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Fushiguro Megumi frowned. 

"Relax. I'm not going to attack you guys right now," Zenin Toji said as he casually tossed the dull blade over his shoulder. 

The blunt sword, wrapped in white bandages, spun through the air before landing precisely beside Nanami Kento. 

"Have a seat, Megumi." Zenin Toji rested his elbow on his knee, propping his head up with his hand. "Take this chance to rest and regain your strength." 

"What?" Fushiguro Megumi frowned even more at the man's baffling attitude. "Are you looking down on us?" 

The moment he said it, he realized it was a mistake. 

Sure enough, Zenin Toji chuckled. "Do I even need to?" 

"…Tch." 

As much as it annoyed him, he had no way to argue back. 

He had no idea what this guy was up to, but taking the chance to recover would be in their favor. 

Not knowing Zenin Toji's true intentions, Fushiguro Megumi decided to go along for now, setting aside the idea of dragging him into Mahoraga's summoning ritual for a mutual destruction. 

Seeing the spiky-haired boy sit down cross-legged with a sour expression, Zenin Toji finally smiled in satisfaction. 

On the other side, Itadori Yuji crouched low and sneaked over to Nanami Kento, whispering, "Nanami, what's going on? Why did that guy suddenly stop attacking us?" 

Nanami Kento himself was just as confused. The man had even returned the cursed tool he had taken from him. It was hard to tell whether he had another plan or was just overconfident. 

Shaking his head, Nanami said, "I don't know. For now, let's just observe and be ready to rescue Fushiguro if necessary." 

"Got it." Itadori Yuji nodded, signaling that he understood. 

Both of them focused on watching Fushiguro Megumi and Zenin Toji, with Itadori Yuji discreetly shifting a few steps closer, trying to eavesdrop. 

"What do you want?" Fushiguro Megumi asked coldly. 

"Nothing in particular." Zenin Toji half-closed his eyes as he studied Megumi's face, though the image in his mind was that of a graceful black-haired woman. 

"Take care of Megumi for me~" 

A soft voice seemed to echo in his ears, making his gaze waver for a moment. 

"Zenin Toji… Are you from the Zenin clan?" Fushiguro Megumi asked again. 

"Not for a long time." Toji scoffed. "A place like that, no better than a pile of garbage, would never let someone without cursed energy stay." 

Even though they were enemies, Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but agree with that statement. He had seen how Maki-senpai suffered in the Zenin family. 

Was it the same for this man? 

Someone with no cursed energy, yet unbelievably strong. 

"If I remember right, you're sixteen now." 

Caught off guard by the sudden question, Megumi froze for a moment before responding. "Yeah. Why?" 

"Guess Gojo actually kept his word for once, even though he's got such a nasty personality." But Toji didn't seem interested in answering Megumi's question and just continued talking to himself. "Not ending up in the Zenin family was the best thing for you. Have you been living with Gojo Satoru since you were little?" 

"Why does that matter? And what does any of this have to do with you?" 

Annoyed by the random questions, Fushiguro Megumi's patience wore thin. 

"Eh, who cares? Just small talk."

"There's also a girl named Tsumiki. She's my stepsister." 

Even though Fushiguro Megumi found Zenin Toji's sudden questions annoying, something inside him made him answer honestly. 

"It's unbelievable. Fushiguro is actually sitting there, patiently talking to him!" Itadori Yuji, who had been eavesdropping, looked shocked. 

Zenin Toji wanted to chat with the black-haired boy in front of him about normal, everyday things, but in the end, he realized the only thing he truly understood was the world of jujutsu—the same world he had once called a cesspool. 

He looked up at the night sky. The deep darkness was occasionally lit up by flashes of fire in the distance, but he remained unmoved. 

"Your technique is the Zenin clan's inherited technique, the Ten Shadows Technique, right? Jujutsu society is a pile of garbage, but if you have talent, life can be a little easier." 

"What exactly are you trying to say? You've been asking all these weird quest—" 

Before Fushiguro Megumi could finish speaking, a large hand suddenly landed on his head. 

"You've gotten taller." 

The man spoke as if lost in thought. 

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