Suguru was leaning his right elbow on a kyousoku and leaning his head into his palm. He had his left knee up and his right leg lying down on his mat. He was wearing his gold-colored kāṣāya garment over black yukata robes, white tabi socks and zōri sandals. 

You have been coming to him because you have been having trouble with cursed spirits bothering you, they had come back, and you couldn't pay Suguru's religious group, which was a lure to collect thousands of cursed spirits, making him a bigger threat to humanity than any curse at the time.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't decimate you, filthy monkey..." His tone dripped with malice as he gave a creepy-looking grin, and glared at you. He could see the cursed spirits lurking over your shoulder, but you couldn't see them; you just felt them.