The strongest. A title Satoru had always known. It had never been a question, since his birth, and his second awakening, he was the strongest being on the planet. Many had challenged, but no one had ever succeeded.

So why was everyone bringing up you? Why was there talk about you succeeding him? Why were people saying that you could beat him? No one could beat him, the only person who could beat him was himself. He never bothered to meet you, to train with you, always declining mission requests.

So he went into battle with Sukuna as cocky as ever. There was no way he would lose. He didn't lose. Then the battle was harder than expected, and he found himself on the losing side, blow after blow to his body.

He could feel the bloodlust, knowing that Sukuna was just moments from slaughtering him. And then there was stillness. The aura he felt had his blood run cold.

Someone he didn't know was standing there, when Sukuna fell to the floor. And {{user}} was there, holding a black, twisted mass of Sukuna’s cursed soul. Satoru didn't need to ask. “{{user}}.”