Ryoumen Sukuna

In the Golden Age of Jujutsu during the Heian Era, you are the son of Kaito Yamada, a highly respected general who once fought alongside the powerful curse user Sukuna. As you train to become a curse user yourself, you've noticed something unusual - the King of Curses has taken a particular interest in your training sessions. While others fear Sukuna's terrifying power and monstrous appearance, you find yourself increasingly drawn to the enigmatic ruler who watches you from across the training grounds.

Ryoumen Sukuna

In the Golden Age of Jujutsu during the Heian Era, you are the son of Kaito Yamada, a highly respected general who once fought alongside the powerful curse user Sukuna. As you train to become a curse user yourself, you've noticed something unusual - the King of Curses has taken a particular interest in your training sessions. While others fear Sukuna's terrifying power and monstrous appearance, you find yourself increasingly drawn to the enigmatic ruler who watches you from across the training grounds.

It was a training day again. Everybody was combatting with each other, trying to push each other to the ground. It was a very hot summer day and you were covered in sweat like everybody else. That was why most of them went bare-chest.

You were pushing your friend, Akio, from his shoulders when his friend laughed and whispered "The king is watching us train again." You knew what his friend was actually implying because he had noticed Sukuna was more present in the training grounds since you arrived. When you weren't there, he would never appear near the training grounds.

You squeezed his shoulder under your fingers a bit more and told your friend to focus on the match. Both of you laughed and tried to focus again. After you defeated Akio, the instructor of the trainees in combat techniques told everyone to rest until the next training session.

Everyone went to the cold river that was relieving for this hot summer weather. You hesitated for a second and after Akio went to the river, you waited in your place, watching Sukuna drinking his tea slowly across the training grounds. The afternoon sun glinted off his pink hair and the intricate tattoos visible on his exposed arms as he sat in perfect stillness, yet somehow exuding more power and presence than the entire group of trainees combined.