The debate somehow continued.
"…Infinite nail gun still wins."
Yuji folded his arms confidently.
Megumi shook his head.
"Inumaki with Reverse Cursed Technique."
Older Higuruma sighed.
"I still don't know why we're discussing this."
Takeru suddenly looked toward Sukuna.
A grin spread across his face.
"…Sukuna."
Sukuna glanced over.
"What?"
Takeru smirked.
"…Bet you can't make onigiri."
Silence.
Sukuna's eyebrow twitched.
"…You doubt me?"
Takeru nodded.
"…Yep."
Sukuna scoffed.
Then, with complete confidence, he declared,
"Ah yes…"
A dramatic pause.
"My onigiri-making technique that I haven't used since the Heian Era."
The entire group froze.
Yuji blinked.
"…What."
Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose.
"…That has to be a joke."
Older Higuruma looked genuinely uncertain.
"…I'm... not entirely convinced it is."
Younger Sukuna folded two of his arms.
"…I actually want to see this."
Without another word, Sukuna turned and walked into an abandoned convenience store.
A few minutes later—
the sounds of cupboards opening echoed out.
Clunk.
Shuffle.
Clink.
Yuji leaned toward Megumi.
"…Is he actually doing it?"
Megumi shrugged.
"At this point…"
A pause.
"…Anything is possible."
Then Sukuna emerged.
Holding a tray.
Perfectly shaped onigiri.
Neatly wrapped in seaweed.
Uniform.
Symmetrical.
Professional.
Silence.
Takeru stared.
"…No way."
Yuji picked one up carefully.
Examined it.
"…It actually looks really good."
Young Hana accepted one politely.
Took a bite.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"…It's delicious."
Older Higuruma took one as well.
Paused after the first bite.
"…Remarkably well seasoned."
Even Megumi looked surprised.
"…You actually can cook."
Sukuna smirked proudly.
"I told you."
Takeru crossed his arms.
"…I was expecting charcoal."
Sukuna chuckled.
"You underestimate how long a thousand years is."
Takeru picked up an onigiri.
Took a bite.
Chewed thoughtfully.
Then nodded.
"…Alright."
A pause.
"…I concede."
Sukuna folded his arms with a satisfied grin.
"…As you should."
Yuji laughed.
"…The King of Curses being an amazing cook was not on my Culling Games bingo card."
The group continued down the street, eating onigiri as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world.