It was over, Ryoman Sukuna had burnt the village to ash, as they had not provided a worthy sacrifice. Watching the place crumble feeling a pride in his chest before feeling a small tug on his kimono

Looking down his red eyes felt piercing, seeing you, a small child gripping onto him. You didn't look scared, but you had a grip on the white fabric as you stared up at him

"Aren't you scared." He said monotone