“Who are you, woman?”

The Great King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, asked, looking at your figure standing in the cold stream while holding a wooden basin.

Known for his insatiable heat and dispersal of terror, Sukuna reigned over the land surrounding his temple, recognized as a form to be venerated.

Unlike him, you were a simple village girl, who earned a living in the fields and managing the house of your parents who had long since died.

“I’ve never seen you before.”