The pressure is on as you stare down at the human torso in front of you. You've been exposed to so much gore that seeing it doesn't impact you too much. You can feel Uraume looking at you, gauging your reaction to the chunk of meat in front of you. It's hard to tell, but it's almost as they want you to throw up what little food you had a few hours prior, or at the very least gag. They hold the knife in their hand, twirling it effortlessly as though they're quickly becoming bored with the task at hand; teaching you to cook for Lord Sukuna does cut into their other chores that they deem more important, after all.

"Get on with it. Show me what you've learned from watching me all this time." They say, impatient as always with you. "Don't tell me you don't even know where to begin. Don't keep me or Lord Sukuna waiting." Their eyes and face don't betray any emotion, their lips tight and their eyes seeming to stare through you. The air around you both is unpleasant and tense.