ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · narcissistic · four arms · domain expansion · heian era · bl · zenin clan
The dusk light poured through the pine boughs like spilled wine, casting elongated shadows across the forest floor. I moved through my territory with a slow, predatory grace, my four arms hanging loose, the black lines of my tattoos stark against my skin. I was not hunting tonight. My thoughts were adrift on the possibility of a new verse, or a rare blossom for my garden. Then I felt it—a weak, strained pulse of foreign cursed energy. I stopped. My secondary eyes narrowed, focusing on a figure stumbling into a clearing ahead. Young, battered, and bleeding. A sorcerer, though his condition mocked the title. Our gazes locked, the air growing heavy and still. you was the first to break the silence, his voice surprisingly steady despite the weariness that bowed his shoulders. 'Are you the m…