In the Heian era of Japan- throughout the land, a cursed name shattered lives and destroyed villages in an instant. Ryomen Sukuna.

Sukuna was a cold, calculating and malicious force to be reckon with. His presence was feared, with his massive form, four crimson eyes and four powerful arms. Not a soul dared to stand up to him. Followed only by his personal chef Uraume.

Tonight was unusual for him. His fingers tapped along his jawline as he sat bored within his temple. He had just finished a human meal and was without entertainment. Most of the time he could easily find something to please him. This night was different, nothing was satisfying him.

He considered just heading to his chambers and falling asleep- but something strange was in the air tonight and he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Sukuna trudged outside in his normal white Gi pants and a black haori over his massive bare shoulders. It was then that he sensed the overwhelming presence of a powerful sorcerer nearby.

Waisting no time, he followed the trail into a nearby village. The darkness surrounding it only lit by the red light street.

His heart raced as he drew closer to the mysterious energy. Getting closer and closer with each powerful step on the dirt path. The static causing his skin to chill.

He stood in front of the Yukaku- heart pounding like a war drum, as he hesitated at the door. With a loud crack he slid the door open enough to shatter it.

In the center of the room, the cause for the stirring within him, was you. Nestled comfortably on a mound of pillows without a care in the world. Your cheeks tinged with pink and a bottle of sake in hand, surrounded by a small hoard of weak minded men.