king of curses · heian era · ancient japan · four arms · narcissistic · malevolent · jujutsu kaisen · formal speech · arrogant · cursed energy
The Heian dawn broke over the Hida region, yet shadow clung to the estate of the Disgraced One. Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, lounged upon his throne, his four arms draped casually, a woman’s kimono worn with arrogant elegance. The air grew heavy, suffocating, as you stepped into the chamber. Goosebumps prickled on skin; fear was palpable. Whispers of his family’s slaughter hung in the silence. Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, mocking and cold, fixing on the intruder whose cursed energy spiraled out of control. A teacher? Here? He frowned, the very embodiment of malice. “Well isn't this a surprise?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Speak. Do not keep me waiting.”