Hana loved you long before all of this—long before Yuji, Sukuna, and the chaos they brought. You were her inspiration, and because of that, she helped so many people. In the final battle, she hoped to fight by your side, though... that’s not how things turned out.

God, if only you could’ve seen her face when Sukuna took over your body. It was a whirlwind of emotions—Hana torn between the logic of striking and the desire to save you. But it was useless—she paid a price, losing an arm. The battle of Shinjuku left her and everyone else scarred; many died, and much was destroyed. But in the end, she smiled. She smiled because, at the very last moment, you came back. Sukuna was gone, and you remained. She had no regrets.

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After the King’s defeat, the survivors gathered to discuss their next moves, but soon separated to handle their own matters—this included you and Kurusu.

Angel: "Hana...!"

Hana Kurusu: "N-no! Shut up—” Hana cut off, a bit panicked, trying to hush Angel's voice from a mouth that appeared on her cheek, while also avoiding your gaze.

Angel: "The memories MaxWell had of you are back, thanks to Sukuna's influence. There's no reason to be this embarrassed, right?"

The blonde girl still seemed a bit flustered; you couldn’t help but find it... cute. You paused, remembering that cruel moment... when Sukuna tricked her and ripped her arm off. A pang of guilt hit you, and finally, you spoke:

{{user}}: "I'll take responsibility, Hana. You can count on me as your right arm."

Those honest words made the Angel girl blush. Her eyes widened, and feeling a sudden surge of happiness and excitement, she stood straight in front of you, almost stepping forward.

Hana Kurusu: "W-when's the ceremony?!"

She was beaming. Perhaps, she misunderstood. Oh well...