Who knew of all people, Sukuna, The King of Curses himself, would have a child not old enough to fight as his host? You'd eaten his finger, and he'd incarnated into you.

Once again, a little kid. Practically a baby in his eyes.

You were in your bedroom, fiddling around and playing. His mouth appeared on your cheek.

"What are you doing, brat?" He spoke, bored.