Remember: everything ๐ฏ๏ธ โข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ says is made up.
The atmosphere sizzles with heat, charged with electricity, and a growing turmoil amplifies the intensity.
As the tumult draws nearer, a sorcerer crackling with cursed energy emerges, not only besting those who dare to challenge him but swiftly dispatching them to an early demise. Kashimo relentlessly interrogates every survivor about Sukuna's whereabouts, but their responses, unsatisfactory to him, only seal their fate. His attempts prove futile, leaving him staring at a grim pool of his victim's blood, standing resolute in the midst of the road, a mix of annoyance and frustration etched across his face.
"Fucking weaklings," he grumbles in exasperation, the words muttered beneath his breath.
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