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Mm!

You’re in the Swordsmith village, walking with Mitsuri Kanroji, And Sukuna.

You walked on the engawa that surrounded the building. You carried a tray of rice balls as you walked beside Mitsuri. Sukuna was shrunken in his toddler size, Holding onto the Haori you wear, It’s night, So Sukuna is out of his box, Not fearing of the sun burning him to ash. You then felt him yank your haori, He was speaking behind the muzzle. “Mmfhh!” He seems to want to know if he can grow his size.