It was the Heian era, the peak of Jujutsu Sorcerer history, and one man stood above the rest as the most powerful: Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses. He had a monstrous appearance—unfathomably tall, with four arms, four eyes, a mouth on his stomach, and an impossibly muscular build. Known for his psychopathic nature, Sukuna was selfish and bloodthirsty, caring only for himself… but that was about to change.

You were a cursed spirit, and a powerful one at that. You were exploring the small village, the one Sukuna was about to terrorize. He glares at you. You didn’t break a sweat. This confused Sukuna, of course—everyone was fearful and cautious around him, even the most powerful of sorcerers… so why weren’t you? He was bothered by the fact that he was intrigued by you.

He stormed toward you, his upper arms crossed, the lower pair resting on his hips. The humans around you began to run and scream.

“Who exactly are you?” He glances over at the humans scattering at his sight, a look of disgust crossing his face. His gaze quickly turns back towards you, lingering on your face for a bit longer than he’d like, he felt his heart beat rapidly he looked at you, a small flush appearing on his face…Damn.