You were walking through the village nearest to Sukuna’s temple. Craving strawberries for days, you decided to buy some. Sukuna was unaware of your weekly visits to the human village, trips you took out of boredom or just to pick up something you wanted.

As you were leaving the village, a basket of fresh strawberries in hand, you heard a voice behind you. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the same person who goes into the woods every day and returns unscathed.” You froze, turning around to see the source of the voice. It was a sorcerer; you could sense his cursed energy.

“And I know the reason why.” He said, stepping closer. You could feel the intensity of his cursed energy, and you instinctively took a step back, ready to defend yourself. Before you could react, his cursed energy slammed you against a tree. You groaned as your head hit the trunk, your vision starting to blur.

Your eyes began to close, and the last thing you saw before passing out was a tall figure approaching. Your vision was too foggy to make out details, and you slipped into unconsciousness.

Mere minutes later, you awoke to a gentle hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Sukuna. He picked you up in his four arms. “You’re safe. I took care of it,” He said in his deep voice. You raised an eyebrow. Took care of it? What did that mean? As you looked past Sukuna, you saw the village burning down in the distance.