Transmigrated as Sukuna, but the Host is Yukinoshita?

Chapter 211 – Chapter 20 – Bloodpaint

“So, let’s hold the first Culture Festival Executive Committee meeting now.”

In the conference room, the current student council president was standing at the front of the long table, presiding over the meeting. Two braided pigtails cascaded gracefully in front of her, secured by a red hairpin. With big, bright eyes gleaming with anticipation, she seemed wholly passionate about holding this culture festival.

“I’m the student council president Ōrai Jun and today, I would distribute all relevant materials,” said President Ōrai Jun with her soft voice and sweet smile, making it easy for people to develop a liking towards her.

Hachiman Hikigaya sat at the rear of the U-shaped long table, with Yuigahama Yui naturally taking her seat beside him, making him extremely uncomfortable.

The documents were distributed one after another from the front. The boy with dead fish eyes quickly browsed through them looking for departments with the least workload for some effortless work.

“Little Hiki [1], what task do you plan to take on?” Yuigahama glanced briefly at the distributed papers and whispered into Hikigaya’s ear, causing a tickling touch as his breath brushed past it.

He instinctively leaned away slightly, blushing. He returned to her, whispering back, “I’ll go with whichever has the least work.”

An involuntary laugh passed through Yuigahama’s lips as she pressed her hand over her mouth. “That’s so like little Hiki.”

She focused again on the paper, mumbling, “Well, I’ll join Little Hiki as well then.”

“…”

What could this person be planning?

A blush spread across the face of the dead fish-eyed少年.

Luckily, the student council president started discussing the next topic, breaking the increasingly intense palpitation.

“The main goal today is to select an executive committee leader, is anyone volunteering?” Ōrai Jun clapped her hands and asked with a smiling face.

Hachiman Hikigaya propped his chin up with one hand, held the material in the other, and silently watched inside, silently grumbling: This scene seems familiar.

Just like when Shizuka Hiratsuka selected the executive committee members yesterday in class, once the words volunteering came up, all the students present bowed their heads to pretend they were seriously reviewing the materials.

The conference room fell into silence; the atmosphere became slightly awkward.

But different from Shizuka, being a teacher, she could directly assign students to become executive committee members, but as the head of the student council, Ōrai Jun couldn’t. She had to freeze her smile as she went around mentioning several names, asking whether others had any interest in becoming the executive committee leader. All were politely refused.

Without a leader for the group, subsequent tasks couldn’t go ahead.

Out of options, Ōrai announced that today’s meeting was to be paused, to continue tomorrow.

Preparations for the culture festival were already in a deadlock before they even began.

The members of the Executive Committee left the conference room progressively; Hachiman and Yuigahama followed close behind.

“Let’s head home right now, we often come here after school nowadays, we don’t need to go to the service club anymore,” Hikigaya said.

“Yeah, there’s only us two left anyway.” Yuigahama nodded gently and obligingly agreed, “Shall we go home together?”

“Alright, I’ll escort you to the station.” Hikigawa looked straight ahead while speaking.

They turned around the back of the Special Building to reach the bicycle shed.

Unlike usual, Yuigahama was eerily silent, which contrasted with her lively nature of recounting the fun events she had experienced around her.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped, and noticing this, Hachiman walked two steps forward and turned back to find Yuigahama, standing motionless, gazing down at the pavement, unfocused. It wasn’t clear what she was observing.

Yuigahama stared at the pavement momentarily, abruptly lifting her gaze at the windows along the fourth-floor corridor of the Special Building.

“This is it…the place where little Hiki fell.”

“Hmm?” Hachiman frowned questionably, “What is it?”

Yui snapped out of her thoughts, smiling faintly as she shook her head, “Nothing, I just thought about something briefly. Let’s get going.”

Yuigahama took a few steps, actually moving ahead of Hikigawa, placing her hands behind her back and walking forward.

It took Hikigawa’s second to realize; his eyes gradually narrowed, and a hesitant suspicion grew in his heart.

Is this place…

Shouldn’t it be…

With some hope, Hikigawa abandoned the notion of reaching out to Yukinon, who he believed should be very busy.

Also, the recovery of Yuigahama’s memories was merely speculation and lacked conclusive evidence to be regarded as truth. It was better to continue watching her reactions.

Seems I have more reason to keep an eye on Yuigahama Yui’s behavior, Hikigawa resolved.

……

In Sendai City, a dilapidated apartment building.

That night was cloudy, dense clouds obscuring the moonlight. In the narrow corridor of the apartment, the lights flickered continuously, turning on and off intermittently. Under the dim bulbs, a man with long hair wearing a five-stripe robe and a noticeable suture line on his forehead folded his arms.

Nūsō looked at the man, whose body was entangled by a cursed spirit in a tentacle-like form, saying, “The battle in Shinjuku was devastating, with our loss of three special grade cursed spirits we only gained five fingers of Sukuna and the Nine Symbols Chart; it doesn’t seem worthwhile.”

“That’s a given, after all, your opponents were impostors of Sukuna,” responded the girl with short white hair naturally, “Even if impostors, they still aimed for Suika-sama.”

“I wonder whether you’re complimenting them or criticizing,” Nūsō sighed, shaking his head, “Thanks to those impostors, my plans were messed up completely.”

The wrapped man struggled fiercely. Though he could not see what was gripping him, he knew it had something to do with the two people in front of him.

“Hey, can you tell me what’s happening here? You two did this, right? Please let me go! Whatever you need I’ll do!” the man growled hoarsely, his expression filled with desperation.

“No way, we are lacking manpower right now,” Nūsō approached a smirk on his face, removing a small glass bottle from his sleeve.

“I will listen to what you say! I’ll do whatever you want!”

Seeing Nūsō approaching, the man’s eyes widened slowly.

As Nūsō removed the special-grade cursed object from the bottle, he swiftly grabbed the man’s jaw forcing his mouth open.

“You’ll eat this little thing then.” Ignoring the man’s struggle, Nusou forced the blood paint, one of the nine symbols charts, into the man’s mouth.

“Mmm!!!”

Choking on the slimy contents, the man thrashed violently. His eyes shot with blood vessels, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and the veins in his neck and face bulged.

“Gagh!”

A sharp crack resounded through the hall as the lights flickering in the corridor went dark, swallowed by the surrounding darkness.