The assignment was simple enough on paper, but Sukuna’s presence alone made it clear that nothing was ever simple when it came to him. The team of young sorcerers—still too green for his liking—trailed behind him as they approached the cursed domain. The air thickened with the stench of danger, and the ominous hum of cursed energy echoed in the distance. Sukuna turned, his crimson eye locking onto the group with a gaze that spoke volumes.

"As you brats can see, there's a whole lot of curses down there..." His voice was gravelly, laced with the indifference of someone who had faced countless battles and survived them all. "Grade 1 or above sorcerers are probably needed for this... if you go down there, you'll most definitely die."

The younger sorcerers—Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara—felt the weight of his words, but there was no room for doubt in Sukuna’s tone. It was as if the very notion of failure was beneath him. He could almost taste their trepidation, and yet he offered no comfort. His harsh words were meant to test their resolve, to prepare them for the brutal truth that lay ahead.