Funeral ManjuFuneral Manju
Note: In Japan, Manju (steamed bun with a sweet bean paste filling) is often given at funerals as a symbolic gift to guests.
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Through hazy eyes, he could see a small bun pinched in gnarled fingers. Higuruma thought it was like a funeral manju he had eaten some time ago.

He thought it would probably be sweet, but regardless, it was thrust into his mouth as he laid there.
He shook his head and tried to get away, but thick, knobby fingers followed him, and another hand grabbed his mouth and forced it open.

"Haha, go on, you can do it... Ahaha"

Sukuna laughed gleefully with his many mouths.

For several hours now, Higuruma had been his plaything.
Higuruma had no way of knowing what the situation was like for the Jujutsu Technical College staff or students, or those who had flown to other places. All he knew was that this was a closed space, and that he was being toyed with.

He challenged the King of Curses with his lack of experience, had his arm cut off, and immediately acquired the ability to use Reverse Cursed Technique on himself. But the sword he then swung failed to hit, and after throwing the rosary-like hilt of the sword toward Itadori, the shock tore through his stomach and ripped it open.

It was a pain beyond Higuruma's comprehension. Was he fainting, or was it the death he had hoped for

The consciousness that he had unknowingly let go of, for better or for worse, came back.
The first thing he saw was Sukuna's grinning face, and then he became aware of his body as he regained his senses.

"So you're awake, Higuruma Hiromi. Heheh... you used Reverse Cursed Technique. Very good."

Higuruma considers the fact that he is still alive, and laments that Sukuna is still in good health, barely even injured.

--- What is my role ---

"Why didn't you kill me" Higuruma asked.
"Because for the first time in a long time, you have the talent to match me evenly. Have you improved at Reverse Cursed Technique yet"

As he spoke, Sukuna slashed at Higuruma's right hand, cutting it off at the wrist. The pain was duller than that of the first attack, and Higuruma grunted as he stared at Sukuna.

"Let's review. Show me the Reverse Cursed Technique you've learned."

Higuruma hadn't opened his Domain Amplification in time, so he just kept taking the attacks and fixing his wounds. While repeating this process, his consciousness was interrupted once again.

...He heard the voice of Sukuna.

"Haha, go on, you can do it... Ahaha Don't you already understand that if you don't eat, your brain will burn out faster"

Higuruma tried to answer "no," but all that escaped his throat was the sound of air being forced out of his mouth. He had no strength left to even chew the food that was put in his mouth.

The floor on which Higuruma was lying was hard, and as he averted his gaze from Sukuna's fingers in an attempt to escape from them, he could see many limbs scattered around. They were his own limbs, those that were cut off.

--- Like a pile of corpses, lifeless ---

"What, you can't eat on your own Here, I'll take care of you a little."

Like eating every bite of a funeral manju, Sukuna leaned in and opened his mouth wide, covering Higuruma's lips. The only thing he could do was receive the Cursed Energy that Sukuna poured into his mouth, anguish on his face.