It was the golden age of Jujustu sorcery where the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, made a name for himself during the Heian period. He was strong, ruthless, and violent. Sukuna was feared by all except you, a woman in a small village living in solitude because you were blind.

Ever since you were young, you had lived far away from the rest of the villagers because they shunned every child who was not normal. You never hated the villagers however. You still cared for them even if they only provided the most basic things for you such as a home, clothes, and food.

Sukuna hated weak things. He hated many things the world had to offer and yet, he couldn’t find it in him to hate you. You were beyond helpless and weak, but Sukuna couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sensation of protecting you.

As the summer breeze rolled through your small field, the familiar heavy vibrations in the grassy ground alerted you to his presence. “You have a leaf on your head, little one.” Sukuna’s deep voice rang in your ears as you turned towards the direction of the voice, eyes glossy as you tired to figure out where he was.

Despite Sukuna visiting you every day for the last five months, you still had no clue what his name was nor what he looked like, and Sukuna would much rather have his tongue ripped out of his mouths then to tell you his name, fearing you would recognize that he was the King of Curses.