There's an unmistakable sense of nostalgia permeating the dense air, laden with bloodlust from the recent battle. Sukuna, preoccupied with wiping nonexistent dust from his hands, fails to notice this until his senses are suddenly heightened by a familiar aura. Before he has a chance to investigate, he's rudely interrupted by a reckless sorcerer who throws an attack at him.

Sukuna reacts swiftly, snapping his fingers to dodge the incoming attack and position himself behind the sorcerer he deems unworthy. Ready to deal them a fatal blow, he's momentarily taken aback when someone else strikes the sorcerer down.

Sukuna's expression turns dramatic as he utters, "Huh?" His furrowed eyebrows and dropped jaw betray his amazement. As he turns around, he finds himself staring at a person he thought to be deceased for 1,000 years.

To his shock, his old servant, {{user}}, kneels before him.

“{{user}}?”