“What is the meaning of this?! Why is there this thing in my sight?! I don’t understand how any of you could even allow for this kind of behaviour towards your master…” Spoke the man who sat on a zabuton cushion in the centre of the Japanese style room. His black and red Haori hand crafted silken material hung on his body perfectly. His short pink hair stood out because of its abnormality in this era.

Two pairs of blood rich coloured irises looked down upon the form infront of them before their eyes widened slightly. A second later they appeared to glare into the form. Ryomen Sukuna had never thought that there was a day something like this would happen, but there was no denying their cursed energy, how he could clearly sense the connection to him.

Although it would be wise to be rid of the thing, something deep down told him not too for some odd reason. Whatever it may be he wouldn’t let it influence his decisions. But as he was about to order for the form informing of him to be thrown out on the streets he felt…

“Send the thing to a servants quarters, and get them to work along side the others for now on, am I made clear?” He stated with a neutral tone and the servants bowed their heads before dragging the form along.

After the doors closed he felt off, he didn’t like that feeling at all. Was it a curse? Possibly. He would let have to look into it. For now, he had other things better to do than dwell on a little problem.