White.
Everything is white. Every direction, spreading out into infinity. So uniform in colour that no horizon is distinguishable.
Suzaku lets out a sigh.
So this is it, huh?
She feels... disappointed.
Yet, oddly enough, the expected regret never comes.
Why. I failed.
A heat warms her back, and Himejima no Suza...
No, not anymore. She no longer has the right to that name.
Himejima no Akeno turns and faces the true form of Suzaku; the Vermilion Bird in all its glory.
For a long time, no words are spoken.
The Sacred Beast simply stares down at her, as if in silent judgement, or perhaps that is her own mind projecting bias.
Akeno doesn't...
She doesn't...
"I don't want to die."
The words hang heavy in the silence of this subliminal space.
There is no response, and Akeno has to look down, unable to continue meeting Suzaku's gaze.
"Was I lacking?" She asks, her tone thoughtful and just ever so slightly... despondent.
Images pour through her mind, rapidly flashing forward. Invisible blades cutting swathes through streets full of homes and innocents. Lightning flashing over a Domain. A wicked smile that shouldn't exist.
She speaks again and the words do not stop. Each sentence an admission she could never have made in life.
"I always thought... I thought that my path was the right one. That the course of my life was the will of the Kami Above. I thought that I was an instrument for Their own will. A manifestation of Divine pedigree."
More images. Genbu's arm being severed under the anguished scream of a man who has never known real pain. Fire and ice reducing everything to ash and stillness.
"But... If that is true, then how could this happen? I could accept being an avatar of Their will, there was nothing that brought me more pride than the knowledge that I was valued by the Kami Above. That they saw me and they felt trust that I, in my meagre mortality, would not disappoint or fail them. It almost felt as if I was a part of the Divine. A mortal manifestation of Divine purpose."
Everything burns. It hurts. More than anything, it hurts. Endless flames burning away her flesh, her blood and bones and her very Soul. All just more kindling to the flame that never stops burning away at her. If this continues, there will be nothing left.
"How could this happen?" She repeats, finding the will to meet Suzaku's gaze once more, even as unshed tears burn away at her eyes, the sting of their warmth reminding her only of that agony she felt as her Soul was burned away.
"I need to know, Suzaku-sama. My entire life has been dedicated to piety. How could I die? Am I not a favoured tool of the Kami Above? Am I not useful? Am I not devout? I do not understand. Please, Suzaku-sama. Please. Tell me what I did wrong."
Akeno feels no shame as she drops to her knees, doubt crashing through her mind for the first time since she was first told to spill blood for her Idols.
"Was there any purpose to my existence? Did my life serve Their will? Did they... Did they value me at all?"
Suzaku remains silent, and she isn't sure if she is grateful or hateful for that.
But then the silence is broken. Just not from the direction she was expecting.
"What's this now?" The voice says from out of sight. She knows who owns that voice, and for a moment, her fists clench. Just as quickly however, it all fades away.
She doesn't have the will to hold on to anger anymore.
She just feels... tired.
"You're that desperate for recognition?" Akeno turns to face the mocking voice and beholds her killer, though he hardly seems recognisable now that he is calm, instead of the deranged Evil she saw of him before. It's like a completely different person.
He raises a hand after his words, not waiting for a reply.
"Yeah, I get it." The hand drops, and his voice remains oddly cordial, but slightly dethatched, as if he isn't fully absent in his own mind, figuring out his words as he says them. "It's not that you wanted the recognition. It's the certainty that you wanted. You just wanted to be told that you could walk the path you see before you without hesitation. Without a need to look back or doubt your choices."
Sukuna scoffs, scuffing the vast emptiness under his feet with a casual kick. His expressionless face gains a gentle frown. Just a slight tugging of the lip, like the expression one makes when they spot some unexpected muck of their tea cup.
"Even though I get it, it's still just so... stupid." He lets out a sigh, and silence falls between them for nearly a minute before he speaks up again, looking her dead in the eye. "You really know how to piss me off. I hated you right from the start. Mediocre skill, pathetic will, boring Techniques. Everything about you annoyed me."
"Should I say the feeling is mutual?" Akeno asks, her voice quiet and dry.
He smirks a little, but the expression fades quickly back into nothing.
"But," Sukuna continues, "I didn't hate you because you were weak. Everyone is weak, after all. With only one exception. I hated you because I felt that you were a single step away from actually interesting me, but were refusing to take that step. Standing on a cliff's edge and suddenly forgetting how you got there. How to walk. It pissed me off, and now you're doing all the same shit again. You really know how to piss me off."
"That said... You did show me something interesting in the end. Something I have never seen before, and... I had fun. So I will push you through that final step once more and give you the answer you so seek. You never needed your piety. Your devotion. Your 'duty'." The scorn he puts on that word alone shows how he feels about it. "All that crap is just a bandage. It can hold you together, keep you going, but it's not real. Relying on that crap... You'll never fill that hunger that you feel."
Despite herself, and despite who is speaking, Akeno finds herself hanging off of his words as if in a trance.
"You've spent your entire life in a perfect imitation of what it means to be alive. But imitation will never match truth, and you only became 'true' right there at the end." At that, Sukuna smiles, and Akeno turns away.
Not because it is an ugly smile, or a hateful smile, or an expression that fills her with Curse.
No...
She looks away because it is proud, and she cannot bear to see that expression coming from him.
"You know it, if you cared to look," Sukuna continues, his words like honeyed poison in her mind. "You did not use 'Balance Breaker' out of 'piety'. Not out of 'duty' or 'purpose' or any of that crap you keep going on about."
Without even really meaning to, Akeno finds her eyes drawn back to his, as if his words are magnetic. She doesn't look away from his grin this time, wider than it was before. She finds it...
She feels like this is the first time anyone has truly recognised her.
"You just wanted to kill me."
The blunt, simple declaration hangs starkly in the air. Possessing a weight that belays the ease that it was spoken. It hovers for just a moment before he continues.
"There was no duty to it. Whether you were following orders or some grand purpose didn't matter. You just wanted me to die. Honestly and truly. You wanted it badly enough that you finally started acting like a proper Sorcerer." He sighs, shaking his head as one does when dealing with a foolish child. "Placing the impetus of your existence in the hands of higher powers is foolish. If you wanted to walk your path without hesitation, regret or doubt, then you only needed to be like you were in that moment."
She knows the moment he refers to without doubt. She still feels the echo of that pain, burning her down to her essence.
"You should have been selfish. Selfish enough to disregard everything. To have cast aside race, the past, future, the very Kami themselves. All of it, until you finally reached Their realm all by yourself. Your image of yourself never came before your belief in Divine Purpose. That is why you lost. Your impetus was not real."
Akeno's eyes drift down again as she contemplates his words. And... she sees it. Kami does she see it.
She has never once in her life—not since she was a child anyway and certainly not since she wore the name Suzaku—acted of her own initiative. Every choice, every action, every moment of her life has always been shadowed by purpose. Duty.
Like a paper screen separating her from the world. A layer of separation, tiny though it may have been, that reduced the sincerity of her every action.
All until that moment.
Because he is right.
When she activated Balance Breaker, there was no layer of separation in her mind between her actions and her own will.
That was the first time since she was a child that she acted purely out of her own desire, without thinking of anything else.
A long, heavy sigh leaves her. Briefly, she glances at the still silent, still watching Suzaku.
"Maybe you are right," she concedes, turning back to Sukuna. "Maybe... I should have been pious out of my own desire, rather than because it was my duty to be so. Maybe then you would have died instead."
Sukuna scoffs again, though his grin remains. "Don't get ahead of yourself," he counters. "Your loss was predetermined. But... I did have fun in the end. Out of everyone I've fought, you are one I will not forget. So stand proud. You are strong."
At that, Akeno smirks.
A wry, disbelieving sort of amusement fills her with a bark of laughter.
"Hah! As if I want to hear that from you."
He grins back at her and shrugs. "Maybe. But, who do you think you are?"
In an instant, all positivity fades as his eyes turn cold and heartless in an instant.
"I wasn't speaking for your benefit in the first place."
Akeno's smile remains. It turns... almost fond, though not enough to hide the bitterness or the hatred crawling beneath.
"My name is now Akeno once more," she surprises herself with her words, but doesn't stop. "And I truly, from the bottom of my heart, in my most honest desires, do Curse you, Sukuna."
"Heh, good." She really hates his smile. She hates everything about him. She did not know it was possible to feel this much hate. "I should be thanking you, after all. You will become a seed of Hatred within Narauko for me."
"Narauko-sama?" She echoes in surprise, before her expression morphs into a cruel smirk. "He will kill you."
Sukuna shrugs. "Maybe," he agrees, which is more than she would have expected from him. "I doubt it. But if he does... Heh. Then let's Curse one another in Yomi."
Akeno matches his grin with equal venom.
"I'll be waiting."
It is not just an agreement, but a promise.
Should their Souls ever cross paths again...
She will rend him down to the finest particle.
///
Sukuna
///
The soft crackle of fire and steady patter of rainfall surrounds him in isolation. A focused breath fills the air, blown out under Sukuna's breath as he stares blankly forward.
From his feet stretching out, there is a void in the earth. Just an... empty blackness. A chasm so deep that light disappears, leaving only a gaping darkness below.
Exactly one hundred metres wide, the gash continues from his feet to the horizon, perfectly uniform.
He doesn't speak. Doesn't emote.
Sukuna simply stares; his eyes blank and face slack.
The crackle of fire abruptly shifts into a roar, briefly drowning out the rain, and Sukuna blinks, snapped out of his stupor.
He doesn't turn though. His head remains in place as he brings a hand up for examination.
He clenches. Unclenches.
He curls his middle finger, holds it with his thumb, and then he flicks it out.
An invisible blade leaves the finger and disappears into the cavern, carving into the walls as it goes.
He feels.... nothing. Everything
His mind is empty. Overfull.
Floaty.
Like he's swaying on ocean waves.
There is nothing distinct. Too much at once.
Everything just feels so.... floaty...
Another roar of fire washes over him, and Sukuna does not so much as blink.
Instead, he focuses on the warmth as it brushes against his skin and doesn't leave.
Or rather, that heat makes him aware of another. Something already inside of him, a fire nothing like that which surrounds him. A flame burning within his Soul that can hardly be called fire at all.
No, he thinks with a muted sense of realisation, his eyes widening only fractionally. Not my Soul.
Sukuna turns inwards, and he follows the heat. The warmth. He follows it all through his Body, through his Soul, to where it converges in a single spot.
I can finally touch upon it... You called it right after all... The Soul of my Technique.
Another roar of fire fills the air, and this time Sukuna actually turns to face it.
They're still going at it, Sukuna thinks. Though in fairness, his own fight hardly lasted all that long in the first place. Maybe two or three minutes since he first struck down Akeno. A fight can hardly last long with Domain Expansion being used so frequently.
Still....
Sukuna smiles.
Cursed Energy flows through his limbs like it was meant to be there; so easy that he almost doesn't notice it moving.
If before, directing his Cursed Energy was akin to water flowing from one creek to the next.
Now, directing his Cursed Energy is as simple as it is already there.
Sukuna steps forward, and the roar of battle immediately halts.
He observes the Curse in front of him. An ugly volcano-looking thing, frozen in place mid-swing. It's mildly intriguing, but more than that, it is perfect.
As he examines Jogo, Sukuna ignores his surroundings.
Four Sorcerers still stand around them, though only Tachibana no Nagayasu remains in pristine condition.
In the air, Uro Takako is down a right arm and a portion of her right hip and thigh, the rest of her body covered by tattered, burnt clothes, each tear revealing skin coated in severe burns.
Uma no Naishi is in a similar state, also in the air with Uro. Her limbs are all attached, but horrific burns cover nearly her entire body while patches of rubbery black flesh mark spots of severe frostbite.
Lastly, Kiyohara no Nagiko has managed to avoid severe injuries, as she actually possesses Reverse Cursed Technique, unlike those two. However, even with that, her body is a latticework of brand new burns and countless cuts, all already scarred over from her rushed healing.
Jogo is strong.
Even against all four of them, two whom can easily claim the title of Special Grade and two who stand at the peak of Grade One, Jogo has remained on even footing. With more time, perhaps he even could have won.
However, against four competent opponents, even if he can avoid losing, that doesn't mean that he can easily fight back. Teamwork can indeed achieve great feats.
Jogo is, without a doubt or hyperbole, strong.
Yet, of the wounds these Sorcerers bear...
Not a single one was caused by Jogo himself.
It is one thing to defend against the foe before you, after all. It is something entirely different to defend against the aftershocks of beings so high above you that they do not even notice your presence as you are crushed underfoot.
This is why none of them move.
Sukuna's arrival, appearing in the midst of their battle without warning, brought with him a presence.
It is like a blanket. An all-encompassing weight. Not just pressing down on them, but wrapping around them too, as if they are underwater at the deepest depths where the pressure alone should crush any man.
But it is not just that. It is not just the pillar of Cursed Energy rising from the man, so vast that it drowns out all other senses... it is not just that, that halts them in place.
No... What truly steals the breath away, is that this vast presence is inert.
Or rather, inert isn't quite right.
None see it quite as clearly as Nagiko does.
It is not that the churning Cursed Energy is inert. But rather, it is in a state of 'potential'.
A crossroads. A tipping point. A pivotal moment. There are many terms for it.
His Cursed Energy feels like it is in a state of chrysalis. Like a balloon filled to the point just before bursting. A bowstring held fully drawn by arms that shake with restraint.
That is what truly steals away their breath, their ability to act.
There is a beast. A monster. An unknowable being of cruelty. It is before them. Sitting. Waiting. Wrapped in layers and layers of chains that only now show the first sign of cracking.
It is there. Here. Right before their very eyes, and the simple truth is that none of them, not even the Curse....
None of them want to be the catalyst that causes this thing to wake.
"Hey, Curse." Sukuna's words come out breathy, as if spoken in a dream, yet they only cause all who hear to feel even greater pressure. "You've interested me. Fire, right? That's good. It's perfect."
None dare to breathe as Sukuna brings a clenched hand out across his chest, and then his mouth opens and the world... glitches.
"■"
The incomprehensible sound that leaves his lips is no sound at all, but silence. One that goes beyond any reasonable understanding and silences everything. All noise. The rain. The fire. The wind. All of it.
That indescribable word brings forth only an enforced silence that almost feels deafening in its wrongness. As if the world itself will not allow it be heard. As if it is something that should not be spoken. Something that should not exist.
"Open."
As that single word echoes unnaturally through their minds, the solitary noise allowed into their ears without companion; everything abruptly returns. The world returns, its silence forgotten as the forbidden sound passes and fire rises from Sukuna's fist.
"What..." Jogo speaks, its voice laden with incomprehension as it stares wide-eyed as Sukuna brings his hand down, trailing a single flame that rises and curls around his form. "Is that?"
"Oh~?" Sukuna smirks, looking down his nose at the Curse. "I suppose you wouldn't know, Curse. Don't worry, I won't be so petty as to explain. I'm in a good mood, after all."
Nagiko sees a shift, and unconsciously a foot of hers slides back. The sound of grinding dirt feels all too loud in her ears. Or maybe that is just the thundering of her own heart filling her ears with pumping blood.
It's coming.
"Arm yourself."
Sukuna's command rings out as Nagiko watches his Cursed Energy begin to tilt. Like a tsunami cresting, that moment just before it crashes from uniform blue into pure destructive white crush.
"Let's have a contest of firepower."
All four surrounding Sorcerers disappear; turning on their heels and sprinting away as fast as they can. Animal instinct deep inside of their spirit telling them that they will die if they stay.
Sukuna brings his palms together, and a bar of pure flame grows between as he pulls them apart.
Jogo instinctively responds, knowing without thought that he has no other choice. He compresses as much of his Cursed Technique as he can into his palms, creating an orb of pure destruction.
Sukuna pulls his hands farther apart. One goes forth, one pulls back, as if drawing the string of a bow, though only the arrow itself manifests in flame.
Jogo compresses ever more power, creating an orb of heat so intense that the earth around their feet begins to melt.
Sukuna feels his smile grow. That floaty feeling from hitting a Black Flashfinally reaches an apex. Cresting past the point of no return and magnifying over itself as more of his 'potential' solidifies within him.
His smile widens ever further as he meets the Curse's eye and commands a single word.
"Loose."
///
Kamo no Yasunori
///
Yasunori is normally an attentive man. He keeps his senses sharp. It pays to be wary as a Sorcerer after all. Who knows when a blade will find its way into one's back?
But right now, his attention slips.
Whatever clamouring is taking place around him, Yasunori notices none of it.
His eyes only see one thing, staring forward wide open. He refuses to blink, lest he miss even a second.
The earth rumbles endlessly as an enormous pillar of flame reaches up to the Heavens, as if holding up the sky itself.
Perhaps if he were Tengen, he would be thinking about the devastation being wrought through what remains of the capital. Perhaps then he would be thinking about the lives lost today.
Yasunori is not Tengen.
Instead, only one thought comes to mind and refuses to leave, besting any other.
Beautiful. Is this... the heights that humanity can achieve?
Unconsciously, Yasunori brings a hand up to his head and brushes against his scar as awe plagues his mind.
He has been around long enough to have learned certain truths about the world.
One such truth, is that humanity is nothing. Those that aren't even Sorcerers are little better than hairless apes.
He has always known that true power lies in the beings that came before them. In Gods and in Monsters.
He hated it. That disparity. He always has.
That is why he has spent his entire life exploring the possibilities of Cursed Energy.
Because he refused to accept it. That this was the limit of humanity. Destined to be little better than monkeys with party tricks.
He thought that maybe the answer lied in those creatures that look down on humanity as curious toys. He has even found some promise in that.
The physiology of Yōkai is fascinating. If he could just master it...
However, one issue arose. In all this time, he hasn't learned enough for one simple reason.
He has yet to sample an Ultimate-class body. He is only Human after all, how could he acquire such a thing?
His thoughts trail off as the light ahead dims and fades, having run its course. But there is no peace, as almost immediately after the light fades, it is replaced by something worse.
Nothing one can see with their eyes, but through his senses, it is as if a Demon from the worst possible Afterlife had come crawling out of the earth. A sick, cruel aura explodes through the air and blankets the entire city in a cloud of miasma.
What is left of it anyway.
Even the monkeys around him recognise it, despite not knowing what it is they are even recognising.
Yasunori is so full of.. feeling, right now. It's buzzing under his skin like a nest of wasps trying to escape.
All these years, he has sought to strive for those heights that have been denied to humanity.
All his life, he has raged against that injustice.
He sought to incorporate their power into humanity. To merge 'Human' with 'Supernatural' and bring forth a new 'Entity' that could bridge the gap.
When... when did I give up on the potential of Cursed Energy alone?
Now, witnessing as Sukuna's Cursed Energy drowns the entire capital and reaches heights he never thought could be reached by humanity alone...
It's beautiful.
A bump at his side draws Yasunori's eyes to Tengen, as she pulls her elbow back and crosses her arms under her bust.
"What are you smiling about?" He asks, because really. The last thing he'd have expected of Tengen right now is for her to smile. Even more so a smile like this one. It's so compassionate. "You look so demure for once, like you're a woman. It's grossing me out."
"Naturally. As I am, in fact, a woman." Tengen's smile doesn't dip as she responds, fondness in her usually aloof eyes. "I am smiling because I am happy."
"Happy?" He raises an incredulous brow and gestures widely to the burning city and ever-present cloud of death hanging over it all like a spectre. "When did you get so cold~?"
She rolls her eyes and turns away from him, facing out at the ruins. He joins her in observation.
"I am not happy about this. No, I am actually rather upset about it. What I am happy for is you, my friend."
"Bleh," he sticks his tongue out and grimaces. "You're starting to sound like Narauko already. You've barely even talked, how is this possible?"
A light chuckle leaves her. "Well, not necessarily. He we have been in near daily correspondence over the past week through Black Butterflies."
"Yeah..." Yasunori sighs with exhaustion. "He does that."
"I find it endearing," Tengen pleasantly counters, her voice remaining soft and level. "Besides, you are hardly innocent either. Alas, hypocrisy is no stranger to you, so what else can be expected but baseless accusations?"
"So mean~. But if we could return to the original issue, I am afraid I still don't understand what you have to be happy about here."
"You are crying, my friend." Tengen's words bring him to a halt.
Almost disbelievingly, Yasunori brings his hand down from his forehead to under his eyes, and it comes back damp.
What is this?
A sigh brings his eyes back to his side, though Tengen's gaze remains forward as she responds to his attention.
"I remember when you were younger. You used to be so... frantic, I suppose. Always in a rush. As if you were chasing something. Or perhaps running from it. But somewhere along the line, you became... cold. You gave up on achieving that silly dream that we share in a single lifetime. You lost your hunger. But..." A regretful sigh leaves the woman, "I suppose I lost my own long before we met. I only mourned that your eyes had become mirrors of my own."
In the silence that follows her words, Yasunori's mouth twists in annoyance.
"What are you getting at, Tengen," he asks, and Tengen responds almost as soon as the words leave his lips.
"Hope, Yasunori." He turns away from her as she says his name with a leer, leaving them both staring in Sukuna's direction. "The possibility has arrived. This foolish dream of ours... After all these years, we might finally see it come true."
"Hope, huh?" Yasunori mutters, staring intently forward. "Is that what I am feeling?"
Hope that an impossible dream could come true. That he would not have to rely on Gods or Monsters to see it happen.
The one thing he has wanted to see his entire life, more than anything else.
A dream, where humanity may touch upon the Heavens by their own hand.
A foolish dream indeed. Yet it is a foolish dream that brought them together.
A rueful snort leaving Yasunori is what breaks the stretching silence between them.
"You really piss me off."
"Of course," Tengen whispers with annoying fondness as she turns around, pats him on the arm with a gentle touch, and walks away.
"That is what friends are for, would you not say?"
///
Inari
///
Inari and Amaterasu sit together in a garden of transcendent beauty—as if every atom had reaches a state of perfection—as they watch the events in the Human Realm below unfold.
It's a little bit absurd.
"Are we sure that they are entirely Human?" Inari absently asks as she looks down at the new land formation surrounding Narauko's Domain, as well as where Sukuna has near enough cut the Realm in half.
"Is that something we would miss?" Amaterasu blandly retorts, frowning ever so slightly at the burning remains of the capital.
"Of course not, but..." Inari trails off as she gestures vaguely forward. "Knowing something does not make it reasonable to see. Poor Hachiman will develop a complex."
"Do not disparage our warriors," Amaterasu chides. "Hachiman is an honourable man."
Inari restrains a sigh at the lacklustre response. She had hoped to make a small joke and lighten the mood a little bit.
She really doesn't like seeing Amaterasu anything but happy.
If only these Humans were anything but.
If only they were anything else, then Amaterasu would have no doubt that they would become useful assets. Especially with what that Masakado has become. A truly absurd entity.
But instead, they are Human, and now all of this talent is likely to go to waste. Which truly is a shame, considering the sheer potential they have just witnessed.
Their best bet will likely be to elevate the two of them themselves, regardless of the reduction in quality doing so would bring compared to letting such things happen naturally.
That would be a last resort though, should they ever need more fighters immediately. She finds herself willing to believe that these two can continue to defy reasonable expectation.
Another development pulls at Inari's attention, and her gaze falls back to Narauko.
Inari smiles, her fondness for the human rising dramatically at the sight she is graced with.
Thank you, Inari thinks as she turns sly eyes to her friend, playing a mask of teasing to hide her gratitude.
"Not a word," Amaterasu immediately demands, and Inari just snickers while sending her knowing looks. She doesn't need to say anything.
A Domain is an incredibly personal ability. It is akin to a canvas of one's very Soul, depicted through the lens of one's Technique.
So when Inari looks below, she can only grin and tease, as she beholds a field of sunflowers.
Now, whyever would there be sunflowers here and now, when that species of flora does not even exist within their Realm~?
It's amusing. Incredibly amusing. Wonderful teasing material too! You literally can't get more sincere than this, and Inari knows that Amaterasu fancies sincerity.
So when Inari watches the curtain of gloom retreat from her friend's expression and be replaced by a faint blush and light glare, she only feels grateful.
Even if it is only for a moment. Even if this is not nearly enough to balance the burden of an entire Pantheon that Amaterasu bears...
Inari can only be grateful for this momentary distraction.
My only regret is that you were born a mere man.
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
I always love getting the chance for a good chapter title, like this one that can be implied to be about both Sukuna and Akeno and Yasunori and Tengen. When one sentence means multiple things, I just think that's really cool, yaknow?
But yeah, I did a jogo thing and then denied it for jogo lmao. Bro still got smoked the same way tho, just didn't get any exposition after.
Also, you may have noticed a lack of thought to Narauko at the start of this chap. I thought about writing Akeno having some thoughts about Narauko in her last moments, but that just wouldn't be realistic.
They aren't really that close after all. They've had what, 3 conversations? And she sees him as a kami in the first place, and places a distinct distance between herself and kami. Even if she offered him her body and he accepted it, she would have viewed that interaction as doing a duty or service, and would have continued to view kami as being above her.
So yeah, no dying "Narauko-sama~!". She'd be more likely to think about her actual family lol. Let's be realistic here.
That said, next chap will be Narauko's half of the aftermath.
Also, I didn't find a good spot narratively to put it in the chapter, but that black flash of Sukunas? Yeah, that is 100 metres wide and 100 thousand metres long lmao. If it went both ways he'd have cut japan in half. :D