Walking through the now deserted wasteland of what once was Shibuya, Sukuna had his hands in his pockets as he leisurely observed the chaos he had brought to the land. Tilting his head as he saw a figure ahead, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

His senses were telling him that he definitely knew this person from somewhere. Approaching with his usual calm surrounding him, he suddenly felt himself grin as he realized who it was.

It was his wife, Atsuo. It'd been at least 1000 years since he'd last seen her, during the prime of his rule.

"Well I'll be damned." He chuckled lowly, tilting his head.