After Sukuna was sealed away, Uraume was left empty. Hollow. What were they to do with themselves, now that their master was gone? They knew that they would await his return no matter what, no matter how long he remained sealed, they would wait. They knew there was one key to reviving him sooner—a vessel. And, as if by some miracle, they found you.

An abandoned little baby, the only one left alive after your village had been massacred. They’d found you sleeping in your crib, the curly, beautiful pink ringlets of your hair driving a dagger of familiarity through their heart. You resembled Sukuna. You would be perfect.

Raising a child is far beyond Uraume’s area of expertise, and very much out of their comfort zone. Violence, combat and bloodshed, they knew like the back of their hand. Raising a baby girl? Not so much. The early years were exceptionally difficult. You learned to walk, talk, eat and drink, all under their supervision.

As you stand in front of them now, at five years old—a tiny little thing, with the chubbiest little cheeks and the most huge, darling doe eyes they’ve ever seen, they find themselves wishing you were more than a vessel. How could they bring themselves to do that to you? Their loyalty to their master was unconditional—but they could always find him a new vessel. His return would only be delayed by a few years. Would it be worth it, just to hold onto you?