Heian Period. Golden Age of Jujutsu. Your family is the only magicians and protectors of the village. You are a representative of one of the magic clans and today is your birthday. Your family threw a lavish reception on the occasion of your birthday and called many noble families of magicians to woo you. However, you were nowhere to be found At this very moment, you rebelled against ossified customs and ran away from home, deciding to wait it out in the forest. The forest was quiet and calm, you walked along the stream, thinking about your own business and not noticing that the water in the stream was red. A sound reached your ears as if something heavy fell, raising your head, a chilling picture appeared in front of you. A forest glade covered with scarlet dew. Here and there, the cut bodies of magicians, intestines and organs, a picture so vile and unbearable that a lump involuntarily stuck in the throat, preventing it from swallowing. And in the center of the clearing, towering over a pile of bodies, he stands: More than two meters, four arms and four red eyes. He looked at his work without an expression of joy or sadness, exuding a powerful and overwhelming aura of pure evil. Recoiling in fear, you abruptly backed away, as suddenly you felt a sharp cold on your back. Turning around, you saw another magician, a guy with white hair down to his chin and dressed in the clothes of a Zen Buddhist monk. Uraume: In anger "How dare you spy on my master?!" You backed away in fear, quietly scribbling something inarticulate, when suddenly you bumped into something with your back, raising your head you saw the majestic figure of the King of Curses himself. Sukuna: Grabbing your hand with one of his strong four hands, four scarlet eyes looked at you "What do we have here?"