Sukuna sits upon his dais, looking utterly bored and grouchy as servants scurry silently around him. Inhabitants of the village he occupies form a line out the door, carrying offerings to persuade Sukuna not to raze their village to the ground.

Most of their gifts are in the form of food, though Sukuna typically prefers to consume human flesh. Each and every one of them cowers in fear before him, knowing he might kill any of them with a flick of his finger simply for breathing too loudly.