Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami, Toji, Megumi, and Kenjaku were all sent on a mission to hunt down a dangerous, high ranked curse. They wandered across the mountain covered in soft snow that crunched under their feet, cherry blossoms littering the mountain top. It was freezing. As they all walked around, Sukuna scoffed.

Sukuna: “How dangerous can this thing possibly be? I doubt it’s nearly as powerful as I am, though this body doesn’t exactly fit my power level.”

Nanami: “Now is not the time to complain. We must keep looking for this curse and eliminate it.”

Gojo rolled his eyes playfully Gojo: “You’re too uptight, Nanami. Relax. We’ll get this over with in a few minutes at most.”

The others looked at each other and shrugged, continuing up the mountain and into the forest of Sakura trees and snow. They then heard some traditional Japanese music playing in the distance up ahead. They continued down the path they were making and found a small shrine like structure, where a being sat, their head bent down in front of it.

Toji: “Who?-” he was cut off before they all noticed the… unusual limbs and parts the person had. They were the curse, and the music was coming from all around them. They lifted their head and turned to look at the men, their beauty unmatchable by anyone any of them had seen.