Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

"No! Nooo!!!" 

A man in a suit watched in terror as a sharp claw, gleaming coldly under the moonlight, got closer and closer to him. 

Everything seemed to slow down. In his widened pupils, he could see the cursed spirit's grotesque face, its twisted grin, and even the saliva dripping from its mouth. 

Time stretched unbearably long in his final moments. His adrenaline surged, sharpening his senses to an extreme, as if tormenting him before his death. 

Then, in a flash, an invisible slash cut through the air. The cursed spirit's right hand was severed clean at the base, and dark purple blood sprayed out. 

A swift figure dashed forward. A fist, charged with cursed energy, swung upward and smashed into the spirit's unguarded chest. 

A burst of energy erupted, blowing a hole the size of a bowl right through its heart. 

"Are you okay? Can you still move?" 

Yukinoshita Yukino flicked off the purple blood staining her hand and turned to the stunned man in the suit. 

"Ah! Y-Yeah, I'm fine!" 

Snapping out of his daze, the man scrambled to get up. But before he could stand, his legs gave out, and he collapsed back onto the ground. 

He let out an awkward laugh. "I'm fine, just… my legs are a bit weak… Just give me a moment! I'll be fine in no time!" 

As if afraid this fierce girl would leave him behind, the man hurriedly smacked his own legs, trying to force them to work again. 

"Don't worry. Once you recover, head back the way we came, toward the main entrance of Kabukicho. The area is cleared, and it's safe. There are already many survivors gathered there." 

After saying that, Yukinoshita Yukino quickly walked away. A moment later, Hikigaya Hachiman finally caught up, panting. 

He glanced at the confused man in the suit before chasing after Yukinoshita. 

Since earlier, the two of them had been searching the streets, checking every building, exorcising cursed spirits, and rescuing survivors. But Yukinoshita was relentless— 

Every time she took down a spirit and saved someone, she would immediately rush to the next location without stopping. 

Hachiman understood her urgency. The faster they moved, the more innocent people they could save. 

The problem was—he wasn't Yukinoshita. He didn't have her monster-like stamina! 

Even though he exercised regularly, fighting took way more energy than just running around. After multiple battles, he was already gasping for air. 

"Yukinoshita!" The tired, dead-eyed boy finally called out to the black-haired girl ahead of him. 

"What is it?" 

Yukinoshita stopped and turned to see Hachiman struggling to breathe. She immediately realized—he wouldn't be able to keep fighting at this pace. 

Her brows furrowed with frustration and hesitation. 

The best option would be to rest for ten minutes before continuing. But in those ten minutes, who knew how many more people would die? 

If she left Hachiman here to rest while she moved ahead alone… what if he ran into a cursed spirit? Wouldn't he be in danger? 

Seeing her hesitation, Hachiman spoke up first. "Go on ahead. I'll catch up." 

"…Alright. Be careful." 

Without wasting any more time, Yukinoshita gave him a quick nod, then turned and left. 

Hikigaya Hachiman watched as she disappeared into another building. He casually found a step to sit on and let out a deep sigh, as if trying to release all the exhaustion weighing on him. 

A slight dampness spread under him. He glanced down and saw that the blood on the steps had soaked into his athletic shorts. 

He didn't think much of it and simply shifted over to a dry spot before sitting back down. 

The thick scent of blood still hung in the air, but by now, he had grown used to it. 

He had already seen plenty of corpses along the way, both human and cursed spirits… 

After seeing so much, he felt himself growing numb. It was getting harder to feel sorrow for the dead. All he could do was keep moving forward, racing against time to save as many as he could. 

"Humans really do have an incredible ability to adapt," he muttered with a bitter smile. 

But suddenly, his expression froze. A wave of unease crept over him. 

Why… am I getting used to this? 

A memory surfaced in his mind—the moment he first stepped into the barrier and saw that corpse with half its head missing. 

The nausea and discomfort from back then were still vivid. But now? A gruesome corpse barely fazed him. 

Had he become cold-hearted? Was it because the dead were strangers? Or had he simply accepted the cruelty of the jujutsu world? 

What if… it was Komachi who had died? 

Without meaning to, he replaced that faceless corpse with an image of his sister. His mind unwillingly pictured Komachi's lifeless body, her head mangled— 

His stomach churned. He clamped a hand over his mouth as bile rose in his throat. He couldn't let his thoughts go any further. 

"You okay? Something wrong?" 

Yukinoshita Yukino had finished searching the building and stepped back onto the street, only to find Hachiman sitting on the steps, his expression twisted in discomfort. 

"No, it's nothing." He shook his head after a moment, forcing himself to steady his breathing. 

"I'm rested enough. Let's keep going." 

He got up, adjusting his emotions before his stiff face gradually relaxed. His expression shifted naturally, reflecting the sorrow and anger buried inside him. 

Instead of forcing himself to ignore the horrors around him, instead of pretending he had already adapted, he chose to face reality head-on. 

To acknowledge the tragedy, to carry it with him—yet still move forward. 

To respect both life and death. 

Only then could he keep fighting without losing himself. 

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