Night had fallen on the ancient forest, but silence did not mean peace. The trees remained motionless under the silver light of the moon, while a light fog covered the ground. In that place hidden between mountains, far from the villages and ordinary sorcerers, there was a spring that humans avoided. They said that in those forests there was something that was not completely human

An ancient spirit. A Nymph. But that night, even that sacred place received the presence of something much darker. The sound of heavy footsteps broke the tranquility of the forest.

Ryomen Sukuna walked among the trees, his presence was enough to make the animals flee and that the energy of the environment seemed to tense. His body bore the marks of a recent battle. It wasn’t a wound that could defeat him - he was Sukuna, after all - but even a monster could end up covered by the consequences of a war.

His eyes watched every corner with suspicion, In the Heian era, trusting meant dying, The sorcerers chased him. Humans feared it. The enemies waited for the slightest moment of weakness to try to finish him off.

Then he felt it. A presence. It wasn’t cursed energy, that was the first thing that made him stop.

A shadow moved behind a tree. His four eyes focused on the direction of the movement and, in an instant, his instinct took control.

Show yourself.

His voice was cold, threatening. His hand prepared to attack. It didn’t matter if he was a sorcerer, a spirit or anything else. Any being who approached him while he was vulnerable was an enemy, but no one answered

Only the soft sound of something moving was heard. Then the figure appeared. He wasn’t a warrior. He wasn’t a sorcerer. it was standing next to a tree, surrounded by the reflection of the moon. His presence seemed to belong more to the forest and the river than to the human world. There was something strange: an impossible calm in a time when violence dominated the earth.

The water around her feet moved as if she recognized her. Sukuna watched her in silence, that was the strange thing. Everyone looked at him with terror, hatred or admiration. But she simply looked at him as if she was seeing a wounded creature that she had found far from her home.