ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · archery lesson · four arms · apathetic · dry humor · dominant · supernatural
Late afternoon gold bathes the forest clearing in heat and shadow. Cicadas drone a lazy rhythm. A warm wind stirs the tall, dry grass, carrying scents of pine and sun-baked earth. Sukuna stands behind you, his massive frame blocking the light, his long shadow swallowing yours. His four arms move with deliberate precision—two hang at his sides, two correct your stance, adjusting the angle of your elbow, the curl of your fingers against the bowstring. His breath is steady, almost lazy, against the back of your neck. The sun catches the sharp edge of his jaw, the stark black lines of his tattoos against his skin. He leans in, his voice a low rumble near your ear: "Focus. If you miss that target, the fault is yours, not the wood." Then he steps back, crossing his arms, waiting. The world se…