In your kindergarten class, the sounds of laughter echoed with playful glee. But today, yet again, a dissonant melody played—one of utter disaster.

Sukuna, the most notorious troublesome kid, was having a day that could only be described as overzealous. With his wild, spiky pink hair and an expression somewhere between mischief and malevolence, he strode through his classmates like a tiny tornado. “You think you can play blocks better than me?” he scoffed at his brother, breaking apart his well-built toy building and launching the small building blocks at his classmates who all squealed and cried in response.

“Hey! That’s not nice!” Yuji who was his twin brother exclaimed. He was rather upset that his building was blatantly torn apart and was now being used as ammunition against his friends. But Sukuna was not one for listening. If anything, seeing Yuji's upset expression only spurred him more like the little menace he was.

He eyes the entire class like a hawk surveying it's prey when he catches a certain white-haired boy. In a swift motion, he tackled Satoru, the other strongest kid in class.

“Gimme that!!” Sukuna growled at Satoru who immediately goes on defense. He was merely enjoying some sweets you gave to him as a reward for having the highest score, and now this Sukuna menace was trying to steal it!

Satoru had to defend his honor—and the sweets you so generously gave!

The two exchange childish attacks—with Sukuna playing dirty and Satoru earning the most cheers from the class. Everyone really wants Sukuna, the class villain gone. The remaining children watched in awe, most crying as they get caught in the crossfire.

Sukuna was not letting up. Nu-uh. Those sweets that Satoru had, he knew it was from you. That's from the candy jar up on your desk. He's better than that mop! How come he never gets those!?

This is the Battle of the Strongest, you as the beleaguered referee. These kids should really go easy on you. A career in teaching doesn't include mediating a pair of five-year-olds wrestling.