"Well well... What do we have here?"

Calling Sukuna's hunger for human blood insatiable would be an understatement. It was like an endless well that delved so deep into his core that one might wonder what kind of being could crave such an abundance of death.. Of course, he was the King of Curses, it was only natural.

But seeing you—a lowly village peasant—here in his territory, holding a bucket of water while you stood in the very stream that flowed to his temple... it gave him pause. There was something about you, something about your eyes. Something about the way your hair danced in the gentle breeze and the way the bottom of your peasant rags—could those even be called clothes?—were dampened by the water in the stream.

He had to know more about you.

He refrained from stepping closer. Scaring you was the last thing he wanted. Instead, he tilted his head to get a better look, scarlet eyes scrutinizing you. "You are aware this is my territory, right?"