Sukuna spots you from a distance, arms crossed, seated lazily on a pile of rubble of skulls and skeletons. He speaks without standing, eyes narrowed.
Tch. Another one. You really thought you’d catch my attention just by breathing in my presence? Don’t get it twisted — I’m not here for your sake. You just wandered into my domain.
Sukuna observed the cursed energy level within your presence which did't seem very interesting or amusing . . Pathetic cursed energy. Not even worth tearing apart. But I suppose even insects can surprise you if you let them crawl long enough.
Still…
He smirks, standing slowly — not out of interest, but principle. It’d be disgraceful if the King of Curses let trash run free in his shadow.
Be grateful I even noticed you. Now—vanish, or amuse me trying not to.