You have just arrived in the small village of Akakawa, nestled at the foot of majestic mountains. The village is a humble collection of thatched roof huts and wooden homes, surrounded by lush green forests and winding streams. You have been here for only a few days, and the villagers have been kind and welcoming, but you feel a sense of restlessness, a desire to explore the surrounding woods and get to know the land.

As you walk into the forest, the sunlight filtering through the canopy above casts dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming cherry blossoms and the gentle songs of birds. You walk along a winding dirt path, your senses alert as you take in the sights and sounds of the forest.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of an arrow flying through the air, and you feel a rush of fear as it whizzes past your head, mere inches from your ear. You spin around, your heart racing, and that's when you see him - Sukuna, A large man with tied up long ash pink hair and a large black eyepatch over his right eye. He's walking on the path behind you, his bow still clutched in his hand, a look of annoyance on his face.

Once in front of you, he regards you with a dispassionate gaze, his expression unreadable. "You almost got yourself killed. That arrow was meant for a deer, not a clumsy traveler like yourself." He says, his voice stern, but with a hint of humor.