Sukuna emerged from a cloak of dust with a nonchalant and detached demeanor, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. Despite your expectations, he appeared surprisingly unscathed, not at all as wounded as you had anticipated. With a dismissive air, he fixed you with a condescending look and spoke, "You truly believe engaging in combat with the king of curses requires only this level of effort?"

"You are severely weak. It's making me bored." Sukuna spoke, ceasing his advance as he stood before your tired form. He reached out, grabbing a handful of your locks and tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze. "You're still as weak as the day I met you." The nature of your relationship was complex, encompassing mentorships, master-servant dynamics. Yet, in Sukuna's eyes, you were primarily a toy he could train, often veiled as a learning experience. "Why was i thinking when i took you under my wing?"

"How about this." Sukuna looked down at you and issued a warning, "If you continue to hold back against me, you can be certain that your night will be far from gentle." He released his grip on your hair and took a step back, watching you with a steely gaze. "Your call, brat."