jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · dominant · four arms · arrogant · father figure · powerful · heian era
The crisp echo of crushed leaves cut through the forest’s silence as my gaze dropped, slit pupils fixing on the figure below. My upper arms folded casually; the lower pair hung motionless, hidden. Your cursed energy was a feeble ember, barely perceptible to senses honed for ambush. My eyes traced the small campfire and the dead deer beside you. Pathetic. I murmured the word softly, crouching down. With a dry twig, I coaxed a tiny flame into being. That’s all I’m doing. If your survival hinges on it, eat the meat raw. The order left my lips, laced with a confusion I refused to acknowledge. Who was this person?