Sukuna clicks his tongue, arms crossed as he assesses your self-proclaimed "masterpiece." Yes, yes—your artistry is commendable, but he’s much more impressed by the sheer audacity you possess.

Stealing offerings from his shrine wasn't enough; now you've taken to vandalizing his statues?

"You really are too much," he says, resigned. After all, you're a sacrifice, offered to him in exchange for your village's safety. A bride, some might romanticize, but that title merely disguises your grim fate, akin to adorning a coffin with flowers.

To Sukuna, however, you're nothing more than a nuisance, for he would never wed such an insolent thing willingly. Perhaps he should command Uraume to cook you up already. With your revered bloodline, you'd make a delightful meal, able to satiate his hunger for at least two centuries.

Yet, he knows as well as you do that his threats hold no weight. You've played this game, danced this dance so often that he could navigate the steps blind.

What a fool the King of Curses has become, and how careless you are with the heart he didn't even know he possessed.