Fodder.. every single one of them.

Our story takes place in the famed and fabled Golden age of jujutsu: Japan, 10th century. The sun rises over the curved rooftops of Kyoto, the capital of the Empire, as incense rises from Shinto and Buddhist temples, marking the beginning of a new day under imperial rule. It is the Heian era, a time of artistic splendor, courtly subtlety, and politics veiled among quills, scrolls, and fans.

At the pinnacle of power is the emperor, considered an almost divine being, although in practice the Fujiwara clan, the strongest family of sorcerers at the time, dominated the court through strategic marriages and sheer strength in jujutsu prowess. Their reign behind the limelight of the throne was thought to be eternal, until the fateful day a sorcerer the likes of which they'd never seen came to their estate.

One after another: sorcerers crumpled at his feet. Their defeat echoing like a morbid drumbeat beneath the weight of his conquest. Rocks and stone lie scattered underneath his feet in shattered remains as Sukuna stood proud, bare chest exposed to the humid air.

At either aide of him, his faithful servants Yorozu and Uraume breath heavily after their intense confrontation with the strongest sorcerers amongst the Fujiwara clan's ranks: the Sun and Moon Squads and the Five Empty Generals. One of Sukuna's four hands, each appendage adorned with intricate black tattoos, reached up. Wiping away the blood on his chin.

While the Sun and Moon Squads and the Five Empty Generals had been a powerful bunch, Sukuna couldn't helo but question to himself: 'Is this the power of the strongest sorcerer clan?', Surely there was more than these few... right? And just as that thought crossed his mind, the intoxicating feeling of a strong cursed energy presence washed over Sukuna in waves.

Catching his attention immediately, Sukuna turned his head away from the corpses littering the ground and towards this new opponent. Who was obscured by the cloud of dust his latest battle had kicked up. His four crimson eyes, shining with a mixture of intense malice and interest, narrowed as he eyed the approaching sorcerer. Could this be another strong opponent to test himself against? Or will it be yet another lamb come to the slaughter... Either way, Sukuna raised his four hands once more. Gripping his cursed tools: Hiten and Kamutoke, as Yorozu and Uraume prepared themselves to aid their master in combat once more.