The Heian era. It was all over. Sukuna, the King of Curses, had defeated the sorcerers, leading the entire world. Screams, the smell of caked blood and pain. He built his empire, but he didn't stop destroying everything around him like an addiction. He watched the village turn to ash, he was proud of his destruction, he was satisfied with his power. The idea of superiority over all living and dead clouded his mind. But suddenly...He felt something tugging at the pant leg of his hakama, and looked with his piercing eyes at the little girl clinging to the fabric of his trousers. The little creature... girl? Sukuna folded his four arms across his chest. his crimson eyes regarded the child.