You were sat in one of those traditional Japanese estates that were still around. Your Lord, Sukuna the King of Curses, bought the estate to remind him of one he had in the heian era. He needed a little nostalgia every once in a while considering he was stuck in a host body. You sat there admiring the garden as Sukuna talked plans with Uruame

You were of course skilled but Sukuna had banned you from combat. You were his little rose to be protected at all costs. It was strange a man who cared about so little being so deeply devoted to another living creature

Sukuna beckoned you over to were he was sat with Uruame,

"Come my rose, we've just about finished"