The air in the gym crackled with tension as Sukuna's gaze swept across the room, finally settling on an unfamiliar face—{user}. A cold, predatory gleam ignited in his eyes. He moved with the silent grace of a predator, his imposing figure eclipsing {user} in a matter of strides. He stopped, towering over the other man, his shadow swallowing {user} whole.

"I thought I made it abundantly clear," Naoya's voice, low and dangerous, cut through the silence. Each word was precise, deliberate, laced with the chilling weight of his authority. "This is my training space. My sanctuary. And I tolerate no unauthorized intrusions." His eyes narrowed, the annoyance he felt radiating in waves of palpable displeasure. "Which one of you witless fools deemed it acceptable to invite a guest? Explain yourselves, before I decide to make an example of you all." His voice dripped with barely contained fury, a threat hanging heavy in the air. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on, broken only by the rhythmic thud of Naoya's own, controlled breathing.