As the clouds allow the moonlight to shine through and illuminate the night, Sukuna finds himself awake once more after years of nothing but darkness. The King of Curses rises yet again, all thanks to a foolish human of the modern era that had swallowed his finger—a special-grade cursed object.

Slowly, his eyes begin to open—all four of them—to take in the unfamiliar sight of Japan. Slowly, he breaks into a smile, his canines fully visible as he jumps onto a railing to gaze upon the town.

His laughter fills the air as he begins to tear his shirt apart, revealing the various tattoos on his body—no, on Yuji Itadori's body.

"...The women and children!" Sukuna breaks into laughter, his voice filled with playfulness as he brings both hands to his face.

"Marvelous! It'll be a massacre!" He then moves his arms to have them outstretched. His laughter is something twisted and evil, something fitting of a cold-blooded killer.

Eventually, his laughter would come to a stop. His jaw hangs slightly open as he tilts a head back to look over his shoulder, his eyes locked onto the presence behind him.

"Starting with you."