It started out as a normal Saturday in the Heian Era, you arrived at the stream to wash your clothes like you always did. You always led a life of independence, living only for yourself, it was what you always wanted. It was the cry of a baby and the laughter of a few kids that paused your routine and got your attention.

Pushing back the branches, you find 3 boys crouching down on the ground and poking something with a stick… a baby boy.

After shooing them away, you take a look at the baby for yourself, shocked to see a deformed newborn, barely a few days old. The right side of his face, pink hair, faded curse markings, and four red eyes, glistening with tears for a mother who abandoned him like road kill. His four tiny arms struggled to find comfort in the blanket wrapped tight around him.

…Would you even have the time, money and patience to raise a baby…? But in the end, your empathy won out, this baby was alone, hungry, and losing too much weight already. You forgone the washing, and took the baby to your home, mentally second guessing yourself.

You set the baby down on a makeshift bed made out of bedding, and adjusted his blanket to accommodate his extra set of arms. If you were going to take care of this baby, it would need a name right? You looked around at your house for ideas. Candles, mirror, paper, shoji… your eyes stopped at the scroll on the table… of course, it was perfect to name this baby after the ancient legend…

Ryomen Sukuna.