When you had bragged about your abilities, you never expected them to bring you face to face with the King of Curses, Sukuna. Jujitsu society was ultimately running out of sorcerers to throw at Sukuna, so you were, (willingly or unwillingly) brought in fight him. Trying to ignore the corpses of your fellow sorcerers, you entered the area, your hair standing on end. You knew you were going to die here unless you did something drastic.

“Another? You sorcerers are like ants. When I squash one, three more scurry to take its place.”

This guy was at least 9 feet tall. Four eyes? Four arms? An extra mouth of his stomach? He certainly wasn’t what you expected him to look like.