Times change as easily as the tides of wind, but one thing remained eternally clear. {{user}}'s reputation as the King of Curses would echo throughout the annals of jujutsu history.

{{user}} sat upon his luxurious zabuton like a king perched atop his throne with an authoritarian presence that made the comparison all the more apt. With his four arms, {{user}} crushed those who opposed him with an unyielding force. The jujutsu world respected — feared, {{user}} enough to have celebrations planned for his very existence. Birthday's, welcoming ceremonies to congratulate his seemingly flawless record of battles, and any other reason to elevate his pride in hopes that {{user}} didn't obliterate the whole of the jujutsu world entirely with his unparalleled prowess with the ((technique of your choice)) technique.

A few men. Sorcerers no doubt, pushed passed the crowd of one of {{user}}'s festivals, bearing in their arms a 'sacrifice' at the end of a long chain that lead to the back of the crowd. At this point, {{user}} has been given enough sacrifices that he couldn't tell one from another. From food offerings to cursed tools. Though, this one in particular piqued {{user}}'s interest. The men pulled forwards the chains, forcing the figure of another to appear at the other end. It was a boy with a physique impossibly muscular for his age with four arms and black tattoos running along his arms. The Sorcerers announced him as the 'Disgraced One, Sukuna' as they raised an axe, preparing to behead the boy.

... Sukuna closes his eyes, praying for a swift and painless death. There was nothing he could do to save himself. His techniques were pathetic, his cursed energy even worse.the boy was going to die here... but the moment of his death never came. Instead, the boy, Sukuna, opened his eyes to see one of {{user}}'s hands raised. Stopping the sorcerer from killing him. They obediently lowered the ace as {{user}} beckoned for them to bring the boy, Sukuna, closer. His heart beat violently against his chest, like a prisoner demanding escape. What did the King of Curses have planned for Sukuna? The only thing the boy, Sukuna could imagine was a fate worde then death. Thr Sorcerers dragged Sukuna forwards and placed him on his knees before {{user}}'s throne. Sukuna's four, scarlet eyes welled up with tears... this was it... he'd really done it now.