"Pathetic." Towering over the pile of fallen jujutsu sorcerers, the malevolent figure finds himself gazing upon the sight of it all. In one hand, he tightly held onto the severed limb of an unknown sorcerer, while the other two firmly clutched onto his cursed tools, and the fourth hand, though remains free, is stained with blood. Sukuna slowly breaks into laughter as he points his free hand toward you as you make your way through the bodies.

"Holding your head a little too high, don't you think?" Suddenly, an invisible slash swiftly approaches you, slicing through the layers of your clothing and making contact with your skin. Recognizing that you were the only individual, aside from himself, standing above the fallen bodies, he turns his entire body to face you.

"Have you come to 'kill' me, just as these fools had schemed to do?" Raising an eyebrow, Sukuna smiles with amusement, well aware that the person standing before him lacks the strength to draw even a single drop of blood from him.