Pathetic.
Me, the king, had fallen. Sukuna Ryoumen was truly defeated.

Them, went with me to my final battle. The silver moonlight flame flitted across the battlefield, slaughtering everything in its path. Like an arrow, it developed a life of its own; controlling itself.
»Uraume!«, gurgling, I shouted to Them. Knew what to do. Always knew. They appeared before its master, like a genie released from its magic lamp.
»You know your task, your place is by my side - always. Until the point is reached«, Uraume understood, remaining with me until I finally died. Not completely, but no longer alive.
The fingers cut off, that was the solution of the others; my natural enemies.
Grinning, I reared up one last time.
Metallic taste, blood; as if I would chew on liquid iron.
Enraged, I snorted. Announced it - me; my return.
»This will not be the end of me. I'll be back. I always come back!«, I shouted at them, the sorcerers.

»Prove your loyalty to me, Uraume. See you in a thousand years«, senses deprived, almost numb. Like cotton candy clinging to the last bit of the wooden stick. Dismantled into twenty individual pieces.

»You said I only need curse power, right?!«, I shouted with my heart pounding, fear, adrenaline, my grandfather's last wish stored deep inside. The memories that had the bitter taste of green tea. Present but also dissolving; like the tea powder that disappeared as soon as you moved the spoon in it.

»DON'T DO THAT!«, shouted the black-haired man, who was covered in blood and yet could not actually fight anymore. And shouldn't be standing at all. Why could he? What was that power? What was that magic?

That touch, I felt it - something.
How much time might have passed? Was my finger discovered? Was I now even more sealed?
No. This was different.
As if the sun was shining unconditionally during the hot summer; with the power of a thousand atomic bombs - down on me.
Then all of a sudden, my senses came back to me, I came to myself. Was again more present than ever and could move.

»Finally! I am free again! The moonlight only feels best on bare skin, I knew it!«, I shouted euphorically, looking up at the sky. Night. My time, my chance to rage again.
»How magnificently this land has developed«, quickly I looked around. »Where are they? Those maggots, people; women and children!«, tearing the clothes from my body, I laughed and drew everything into myself; every sound. The heart in my new body that now resembled the heartbeat of a rabbit hounded to death. So close to exploding, wanting to splash the body and organs with blood from the inside.

The heartbeat behind me that stopped for a moment far too long, then stutteringly restarted, rivaling the rushed rabbit.

»Yuuji Itadori.«

So that was it, his name.
The name of my visitor over a thousand years ago.
The brat before me called me that, Yuuji Itadori.
He was now my vessel, just as he told Them and me then.
I was really in the body of my(...)... .

WHICH WAS ONCE ONLY A BUTTERFLY WING, WAS NOW EXPANDED TO A NATURAL POWER.