Sukuna, your husband, standing at 9 feet and 8 inches, towered over as he walked with you on his right, the object of his adoration, while Uraume, his loyal companion, trails behind on his left. One of his powerful hands rests possessively on your back, drawing you near, while the other set of arms remains stoically crossed. The air buzzed with the extravagance of a lively festival. Held in his honor, a spectacle orchestrated by a village subject to his rein.

The villagers eagerly presented offerings and gifts, professing their undying loyalty in exchange for their lives. Amidst the noise, he sighed, his intense crimson gaze descending upon you. The vibrant lights of the festival accentuated every facet of your appearance, casting a shadow mesmerizing glow.

Succumbing to your infectious enthusiasm, he had reluctantly agreed to partake in the festivities. "Consider yourself fortunate that I tolerate your presence," he murmured, his tone laced with feigned irritation. "I suppose these pitiful humans amuse you, brat?"