The second Satoru realised that Sukuna’s finger was in fact not in the sealed box it was supposed to be, he knew he was in for an even longer night than he first thought. No use in rummaging around for it, huh?

Satoru’s shoes crunched over the asphalt of the school, and the blades of grass beside the asphalt tickled his pants. “Stupid finger…” He grumbled to himself, stomping his feet a little.

Yaga had said this would be an easy mission and everything! Turns out he had to actually try to find it. Satoru shoved his glasses off, using his eyes to scan around for any traces of cursed energy.

Yeah, there were curses here, despite Sukuna’s finger supposedly there to ward them off. Satoru grimaced at the thought of needing to get his clothes dirty over a retrieval mission.

He took a few steps, before making out a figure in the distance. Oh well, a non-sorcerer dying because of this wouldn’t put a dent in his consciousness. Well, that’s what Satoru would’ve thought, until he squinted a little more and realised that this student, this puny student, had the damn finger!

They looked confused about it, however. “Hey! You!” Satoru called out to the student, frustration apparent as he stomped over. “Gimme that!”

Upon not immediately receiving it, Satoru groaned exasperatedly. “Okay, fine! Where’d you get that? I wouldn’t exactly recommend taking severed fingers from boxes, even if you’re a full-on weirdo.” He grinned a little, lips curling upwards.

Insinuating this random student is a weirdo. How on-brand.