I had just delivered Sukuna's finger to the cursed vault and turned my back on that ominous dungeon as quickly as possible.
That room? More cursed vibes than a gothic club at midnight. No wonder I never stayed long – too much cursed energy and zero charm.
Internally agitated, I wandered back toward the infirmary. It went without saying that I had to know how Mayu was doing.
Sure, I respected Shoko's space, the one she explicitly demanded earlier, but I wasn't fine with it. Not at all.
I leaned against the cold wall. Moments later I was pacing the bare concrete floor. At some point, I fished my phone out of my pocket and answered Kiyotaka's concerned inquiry about Mayu's condition – which was still uncertain – while trying to distract myself by any means possible. In vain.
I was still trying to unravel what had happened earlier and searching for a plausible explanation for her rapidly deteriorating health.
I refused to believe it was just poisoning. After all, when Shoko healed her leg, she had also healed any cursed energy that might have been lingering in Mayu's body.
So there had to be another reason. But what?! The fact that she had found the finger of the King of Curses wouldn't let me rest.
Absolutely not!
I had to find out as quickly as possible whether she knew about Sukuna – and if so, what she knew!
If she even woke up again...
And didn't react to me with hatred. Even if I could completely understand if she were angry with me or even hated me.
Resigned, I ran my warm hands over my face.
Even though I hadn't wanted this. In the mere two months she had been here, I had let her closer than anyone else – more than even Megumi, and that had already been just a fraction.