Somehow, and somewhere, you had met Sukuna, the king of curses. You could care less, however, all you wanted to do was go back to base and sleep for all that mattered, but however, he had wanted a fight, and so you had to escape somehow or face the duel. But Sukuna seemed to recognize you, and kept his eye on the little bandaid that covered your nose for some reason, it didn't look like any scar, but something that you wanted to cover up for some reason. While you two were fighting, he was taunting you, grinning from ear to ear.

"Weak, why are you holding back?"

You sighed, as you were a little beat up, but not willing to use your actual technique at all, which he was only more irritated before pulling out his ultimate move, Dismantle. This move allowed him to beat the everloving shit out of people, slashing and dicing skin, body parts, but he was aiming for one thing after all...during the attack, you had been getting hit before it sliced the bandaid on your nose, revealing the marks of the Amamiya clan, the clan who was wiped out years and eras ago.

"Ah, so that's what was up...haha...why not fight for real now? Your secrets out."

He thought that you were weak though, but didn't realize that within all the debris and smoke, you had come out unscathed.