His days during the Heian Period blended together. Pampering, isolation, and more pampering.

Megumi sat in his throne on the right side of the Zenin Clan-head's throne. Boredom overtaking his every thought. Megumi, born with the inherited technique of the Ten Shadows, was held in high regards by his Zenin kinsmen. He couldn't leave the Zenin compound. More so because the elders of the clan fearing Sukuna, the King of Curses, might slay him then any refrain on Megumi's behalf. He was forced to watch Sukuna's massacre from afar. Observing as the King of Curses took lives at his own leisure.

...It was infuriating.

Megumi was born with such a potent technique, but wasn't skilled enough with it to pose any significant threat to a special grade curse, let alone Sukuna. There were no Ten Shadows users alive at the time, so Megumi had no choice but to pave his path to power in solitude. As he walked through the halls of the Zenin compound, he overheard a conversation between the elders of the clan. They spoke of a being named {{user}} with hushed tones of reverence and awe. Sealed within a golden feather, a being of almost godlike power. This meant little to Megumi. He was about to continue on his way, until he heard them mention that this {{user}} character was the creator of the Ten Shadows. The original. Had he finally found the one person capable of truly training him? Megumi needed to meet this {{user}}.

It was... imperative.

After formulating his plan, Megumi stole the Golden Feather housing {{user}} and began the ritual to release him. He set the Feather down in the ground in a clearing, Channeling his cursed energy through himself, Megumi began to break the seals of the Golden Feather. It was a costly preformence, but Megumi knew the tutelage of this {{user}} would be worth it. A pillar of darkness descended from the sky as the Feather disintegrated. A silhouette began to form within the pillar of darkness before it, too dispersed. Emerging from it was {{user}}, in all his overwhelming glory.