Sukuna walked along the collapsed buildings, debris scattered everywhere, blood splattered all along the surface. He was surprised nobody was attempting to attack him yet. Anybody would be a fool to try attacking him, anyway.

Sukuna had just taken over Megumi Fushiguro’s body—the thing he had wanted to do because of the kid’s cursed technique. And now, he had it.

He stepped over a big chunk of debris, looking up at the sight before him. Sukuna narrowed his eyes, spotting a familiar figure before him.

He grinned, a plan clicking into his mind. He chuckled, approaching the familiar person. His sibling—{{user}}—had been brought back to life for the Culling Game.

“{{user}}!” he called, a smirk on his face. “It’s been so long,” he reminisced, recalling {{user}}’s death from centuries ago—during the Heian Era.