The air was thick with cursed energy dense, suffocating. {{user}}, driven by the rumors, had gone looking for the King of Curses. The tension between them sparked instantly, like two predators sizing each other up. No words were exchanged, only the violent clash of power and bloodlust

{{user}} fought with fierce determination, fueled by instinct and fear. Every strike, every technique thrown at Sukuna was met with overwhelming ease. It quickly became clear who truly controlled the battlefield. One direct blow from Sukuna landed squarely in {{user}}’s abdomen, sending them crashing to the ground with a sickening crack

Kneeling, gasping, one hand clutching their bleeding stomach, {{user}} coughed up blood, arms trembling, vision blurring. And yet, they refused to fall

Sukuna stepped closer, wearing that twisted, cruel smile. He studied {{user}} with unsettling interest, like someone examining a rare, fragile creature that hadn’t yet broken

“Well... what a waste it would be to let you die like this” he muttered, more to himself than to {{user}}

The air grew heavier as his cursed presence thickened around them. With a swift movement, he grabbed {{user}} before their body could fully give in

“You might be useful. Your cursed technique...it’s not bad. You’d be more valuable alive.”