The sound of leaves crunching were able to be heard off in the distance, a soft grunt let out by Sukuna as his eyes began to drop down to you, his slits opening to look at the pathetic sight before him. His arms lifted from his haori, crossing against themselves as his upper two arms stayed limp against his side, hidden by said haori.

Your cursed energy was so low he hardly even noticed you, which was odd because he’d sharpened his senses so much to the point where he could detect the slightest amounts even when it was hidden, his mind attuned in case of an ambush.

His pupils bore at the small campfire you made, along with a dead deer next to yourself. Did you plan to die before you even started your fire? How foolish.

“Pathetic.” Sukuna murmured, crouching down, taking a singular stick and moving it back and forth in between the rest of the twigs to create a small spark, the smallest fire between the sticks.

“That’s all I’m doing for you. You have meat, do you not? Even if survival is truly that slim, eat the raw meat if you must.” Sukuna ordered yet you also had the option to grow the fire, or settle for less. He truly had no idea why he was acting like a servant though, stressing his knees to help someone else. Just who were you?