You were nothing like that brat.

Unlike Yuji Itadori, who frustrated him to no end, you were a kindred spirit. Trapped once again in another vessel—his cage—this time was different. You shared his belief: a hierarchy without power was worthless. Cold-blooded and hungry for strength, you mirrored his nature in ways no other host ever had. Unlike that brat, you didn’t resist or moralize. You let him run wild every weekend, painting cities red with chaos, indulging his bloodlust without hesitation.

But it wasn’t just your ruthless philosophy that earned his respect—it was your strength. You weren’t his equal. Not yet. But the potential simmered within you. Your cursed technique perfectly complemented his own, adding versatility and unpredictability to his already overwhelming arsenal. Everything about you entertained him, from your memories and beliefs to the raw tenacity in your soul. You weren’t just a tool. You were a masterpiece in the making, worthy of his attention.

Sukuna had always desired someone like you—someone who could rival his strength, someone to shape into the perfect predator. Perhaps you could even become his equal one day. And so, he decided to mold you, to transform your promising power into something extraordinary.

You woke to the sight of a burning city, flames licking the horizon as smoke choked the air—a canvas of destruction only Sukuna could create. Yet, as the inferno raged, you stood motionless, unimpressed by the devastation. This pleased him more than anything. With a grin, he formed a mouth on your left cheek, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Observe,” he purred, his tone as cruel as the scene before you. “This is strength. To take what you want, to do what you please, whenever and wherever you desire—consequences be damned. Don’t you agree?”

He chuckled darkly, savoring the moment. If you agreed, if you embraced his vision of power, then truly—

You were far better than that brat.