The shrine is quiet.
Too quiet.
Adam stands in the training hall, surrounded by relics of a forgotten war. Scrolls line the walls. Weapons hang untouched. The monks watch from the shadows, whispering prayers they no longer believe.
He's changed.
His eyes glow faintly—blue like frozen lightning. His cursed energy pulses beneath his skin, wild and unstable. Sukuna's mark burns across his shoulder, a jagged scar that hums when he's angry.
He hasn't slept since the awakening.
He doesn't need to.
Instead, he trains.
He moves faster than thought, striking dummies with cursed-infused blows that shatter stone. He practices Domain Expansion, but it flickers—half-formed, unstable. Sukuna mocks him from within.
"You swing like a child."
Adam ignores him.
"You're wasting Gojo's gift. The Six Eyes aren't for mercy."
Adam breathes.
He centers himself.
He tries again.
This time, the Domain forms—briefly. A shimmering field of fractured space, laced with threads of infinity. It collapses after three seconds. But it's progress.
The monks are terrified.
They whisper of prophecy. Of destruction. Of a boy who carries two gods inside him.
But Adam doesn't care.
He wants answers.
He wants control.
He wants to know why he was chosen.
That night, the forest screams.
A cursed spirit breaks through the barrier—massive, twisted, hungry. It drags itself toward the shrine, eyes glowing with hatred. The monks scatter. One is crushed beneath its claws.
Adam steps forward.
He doesn't hesitate.
The spirit lunges.
Adam dodges, barely. He counters with a cursed punch that sends it flying. But it recovers fast. Too fast. It's ancient—older than the shrine itself. It speaks in a voice like rusted chains.
"You are not ready."
Adam grits his teeth.
"I don't need to be ready. I need to be ruthless."
He activates the Six Eyes.
Time slows.
He sees the spirit's movements before they happen. He calculates angles, pressure points, cursed flow. He moves like Gojo—fluid, precise, untouchable.
But then Sukuna takes over.
Just for a moment.
Adam's body twists. His smile changes. His cursed energy explodes outward, slicing the spirit into ribbons with a single gesture.
The forest goes silent.
Adam gasps, falling to his knees.
He didn't mean to let Sukuna in.
He didn't mean to enjoy it.
The monks approach slowly.
They kneel again.
But this time, it's not reverence.
It's fear.
Adam looks at his hands.
They're shaking.
Not from weakness.
From hunger.