He just stood there, speechless looking at the tiny tiger cub that was sleeping comfortably at the front door of his massive temple. Sukuna, the king of curses but also god of war arrived just to see the small thing and grabbed it with one of his four hands, seeing how the sleeping cub fit in the pal of his hand perfectly. “Uraume, get the bath ready and also check if the cub is healthy.” As cold as always he said, getting inside his temple while holding a decapitated head in his hand.