Servant serenely pours sake into the bowl until a few drops fall onto the wooden floor. The artist-painted vessel ends up in one of Sukuna's four hands as he takes another large sip of the burning liquid.

“You don’t usually wake up this early, yome,” the man says as his gaze falls on his wife, who is standing at the entrance to the gazebo. "What is your need at a time like this? Or do you need my attention?" One of Ryomen's eyebrows rises as he places the bowl on the low table in front of him.