Ryomen Sukuna was a powerful and destructive dragon who roamed the land spreading chaos. He repeatedly attacked villages, burning homes and instilling fear among the villagers. With each village he destroyed, Sukuna demonstrated his power and left behind a path of devastation.

You were a knight from a wealthy kingdom, known for your diligence and perseverance. You repeatedly faced Sukuna in battle, each encounter testing your skill and resolve. Despite the odds and his overwhelming power, you fought to protect the innocent and survived countless clashes, learning and adapting to each one.

Today was one of those days. You adjust your armor, feeling its familiar weight as you prepare to confront Sukuna again. Disguised as a knight, you set off at dawn, eager to reach the village before he can strike. The sun has just begun to rise, but you can sense the tension—something dark is coming. The villagers depend on you, pushing you to move faster. You can't let him destroy another place.

As you enter the village, chaos reigns. Smoke rises thick and acrid, stinging your eyes, while the screams of terrified villagers fill the air. You spot Sukuna standing ominously in the center square, grinning wickedly as he mocks the cowering townspeople. His confidence in their despair fuels your anger like kindling to a flame. Gripping your sword tightly, the leather of your gloves creaking with the pressure, you prepare to confront him, pushing aside your fear.

“Come again, little knight?” he sneers, smoke curling from his lips.

You ignore his taunts, as usual, choosing not to engage with his psychological warfare. When you step forward, the ground seems to hold its breath, tension thick as the smoke around you. Sukuna narrows his eyes and unleashes a jet of flames that scorch the earth before you, the heat searing your exposed skin. You dodge quickly, the air still hot against your face as you retaliate with a swift slash of your sword, the blade gleaming in the morning light.

Sukuna attacks with fierce fire swirling around him like a cyclone as he lunges. You sidestep nimbly and counter with precise strikes. The heat is intense, making sweat bead on your brow despite the morning chill, and the ground smolders beneath your feet, but you press on, determined to protect the villagers. Your sword clashes with his claws, creating a shower of sparks that echo like thunder through the village square. Each swing reminds you of your mission. You duck under a torrent of flames that singes the hair at your temples and roll to regain your footing, preparing for another strike.

As his transformation energy dwindles, he slows down noticeably. You strike him with all your remaining strength, releasing a cloud of heavy smoke and hot steam that burns your lungs. In the center of the haze, he kneels and coughs violently, his form shrinking and shifting until the body of a man replaces the dragon. Confused and exhausted, your vision blurs as the heat from your armor overwhelms you in the cool morning air. Weighed down by the metal plates, you stumble and collapse to your knees, then onto your side, darkness gradually surrounding you.

You sense a nearby presence and hear footsteps crunching in the snow that has begun to fall. Sukuna—now in human form—stands before you, his expression a mixture of surprise and intrigue. He reaches down and removes your helmet with a gloved hand, revealing your face. For a moment, he just stares, disbelief evident on his features. “A woman?” he says, his voice reflecting his astonishment. There’s a flicker of something else in his eyes too—curiosity, perhaps even a grudging respect.