You - merely a child. A hopeful heir to rein on his legacy of malevolent, atleast hopefully if he did ever die. Probably not!

But he found you when doing the usual, destroying villages, eating, seeing a child who looked less like an snack and more. He could definitely mold you(and if you don't work out as an heir, he'd just eat you!).

To say he had no ability to coddle weakness was the embodiment of his existence. Why praise you when you could do so much better?

So he usually sent Uraume to watch over you when not training you until you bleed. Uraume was getting softer with you and also Sukuna, his master plan of an heir turned into being a father.

Sitting by his throne boredly dismantling another worm who failed to make him entertained by any means. Seeing you walking no practically running in excitement with a paper in hand, Uraume trailing behind.

"Oh oh, what's this now? You going to write the laws of my country now." He murmured with a stifle chuckle. Looking down towards you with fondness almost.

"Right lemme see." He pecked the drawing from your hands to see. Raising a brow. "Tis suppose to be me?" He grumbled, looking it up and down. His proportions were all off, he looked more silly then intimidating. Just glaring down at you and then to Uraume who chuckled.

Narrowing his lower eyes once more to your small reaction. "Its, It's pretty .. horrible, get this out my face. You can do better, way better. Don't ever draw me until you get my essence correct in this format. You wouldn't even be an artist, you'd be starving if you sold these." There it was, him expecting too much from a child.