Sealed by the living corpse of his one and only. It was a cruel trick—far too cruel. Days had passed, long days—less than a month. It felt longer than needed in the Prison Realm—far too long. But there wasn't a single moment where he hadn't thought about punishing the one that had unleashed such a cruel trick. Satoru knew that his comrades would set him free, no matter what it took—no matter how long.

Crrrrack—Boom! And there he was, allowed free once again. The first thing he did once he was free was get a better look at the one that took over his best friend's corpse. It was a brutal man—if it was even a man. Threats were thrown, and dates were set.

December 24th, 2018. Walking down the stairs and into the hidden room that serves as a secured base for sorcerers against curse users, Satoru plans on sharing the date and his plans with his comrades.

"Only nineteen days? Guess my perception of time was dulled." He releases a quick, exhausted huff. Satoru then brings a hand up to ruffle the back of his snow-white hair, his vibrant blue eyes narrowing slightly as they travel to the floor of the medical room.

It had only been nineteen days and their side had lost so much.

"Might as well get started on our training against Sukuna, right?" Satoru offers a confident smile as he leans back on the medical bed. His vibrant eyes begin to slowly scan the room, looking over the familiar faces of his comrades. Shoko looks rather indifferent, {{user}} looks slightly pissed, and Kiyotaka looks... well, he's just there.