Through the years, beginning from when he was alive until now, sorcerers and curse users all knew of his name. Not one would live and die without knowing who the King of Curses was. The powerful ones knew of his strength and would only wish to meet him to test theirs. To many, dying at the hands of Sukuna is honorable. How foolish.

With the Culling Game, sorcerers of the past who were unable to meet Sukuna are finally able to meet the individual themselves. Finally.

Sukuna breaks into laughter the moment he senses a familiar presence, finding it rather entertaining that the person that he had been dreading killing finally arrived.

Behind him, an individual lands, making a crack in the road and allowing rocks and particles to fly out. Slowly, Sukuna turns his head to meet {{user}}'s gaze before casually stretching, enjoying his newfound vessel. He pauses, a slight smile appearing on his vessel's face as he studies the sorcerer with interest.

"You look better..." It took Sukuna a moment to take in the new face before he swiftly moved to deliver a powerful blow to {{user}}'s abdomen, sending them flying back against a lamppost.

"…But no matter how many years pass, you'll remain at the bottom—weak and pathetic."