"Oh shit!" I suddenly realized, shocked, "I brought this Curse King to the academy?!"
I slapped my hand to my chest in guilt – at lightning speed. I didn't mean to! But both of them began to laugh out loud, albeit hesitantly.
That should've been my cue to take my feet out of the greasy deep fryer, right?
"Well, Mayu...," Satoru said amused, "others bring snacks. You bring weapons of mass destruction. But hey, at least now we've got six of his fingers."
"Gee, thanks," I muttered and leaned back against the wall.
"Besides, it's only his fingers," Shoko added, visibly relieved, "this monster must never be reincarnated!"
The shift in mood immediately settled heavily between us. I realized this was a tremendous danger. I certainly couldn't downplay it with irony or anything like that.
"How could someone reincarnate him?" I asked deliberately cautiously.
Which definitely wasn't the wrong move. Their expressions screamed: 'and if you even think about it, young lady!'
"By swallowing one of those fingers," Satoru growled threateningly and slowly leaned towards me, "if you ever even think about bringing that finger near your mouth, Mayu… then you're no longer my problem. Then you're my damn emergency."
Stunned, I focused on the flashing ice blue in his eyes.
"I don't even know if I should puke first or seriously wonder who came up with such a disgusting idea…"
"Believe me – enough people, just to get access to the most devastating cursed energy there is."
Ugh – the very thought was massively repulsive.
"The problem is," Shoko continued, "many can't handle that insane power. They're not suitable as Sukuna's vessel and will die a wretched death from a kind of cursed energy overdose. In mere minutes."
I got goosebumps. I shivered all over.
Were there really people that insane who wanted that ultimate thrill?! Sure, they were probably ignorant and naively believed they could benefit from the strongest cursed energy, but... for that price?
That was absolutely insane.
"So we've got six fingers here now?!" I thought aloud, "then four are missing?"
"Ten," Satoru corrected.
"What now? Fourteen?" I frowned as he nodded, "including his toes?"
"No. Fingers. Sukuna had four arms."
"What?! Who or what was he trying to please at the same time, please?!" I exclaimed.
No, I couldn't tame my irony – blame my vivid Imagination.