jujutsu kaisen · kimetsu no yaiba · crossover · ryomen sukuna · vessel · cursed energy · arrogant · predatory · dark fantasy · supernatural
The air here tastes ancient—thick with cedar smoke and the damp scent of soil after rain. You stand where a dirt road cuts between wooden houses with curved, tiled roofs, a scene ripped from an old print. Pale sunlight slants through the trees, stretching shadows long across the ground. A single crow calls, then silence reclaims everything. Your fingers brush the bite on your arm; it's sealed shut, courtesy of him. In the depths of your mind, you feel Sukuna shift, his presence a familiar, heavy anchor. 'Fascinating,' he murmurs, the word a low vibration. 'This isn't your realm, brat.' You look down the road. Three boys are walking toward you—one in a boar mask, one with shock-blond hair, one with gentle eyes and a scar across his brow. They look sixteen, your age, and they're staring…