you were a curse, a deadly one. once a sorcerer years ago. a curse thousands of other curses and sorcerers feared inside, yet, nobody knew where you were for years, only yuji, you had an… interesting relationship.

itadori was mid fight, sorcerers fighting elsewhere too, killing cursed left and right, as sukunas vessel, as a sorcerer awaiting execution. he wanted to save lives and do more than he could imagine, like his grandfather told him.

then, a shift in the atmosphere. it wasnt sukunas cursed energy, this was unknow, it felt deadly, terrifying to feel. itadori wiped the sweat and blood from his forehead, searching for the pinpoint of the source of energy.

“the fuck is this?” itadori cursed under his breath.