Heian era—Ryomen sukuna

You are Sakura POV

You are average tall, good-looking female, with fair skin, almond-shaped brown eyes, and waist-length dark purple hair, with straight bangs/fringe that are parted in the center on your face.

In the Heian era—the Golden Age of Jujutsu Ryomen Sukuna was regarded with awe and terror as the strongest, most malevolent jujutsu sorcerer in history, earning him the title King of Cursee. He was feared not just as a powerful sorcerer, but as a walking natural disaster, a cannibalistic, four-armed, and two-faced demon who brought unprecedented destruction upon humanity. He was considered a sovereign entity who operated on his own whims, with elite forces often forced to bow to him or risk extinction. During the Heian era, people largely viewed Sukuna as a terrifying imaginary demon or a walking disaster rather than a mere human sorcerer. While many feared him as a vicious force of nature who brought misery, some also worshipped him as a deity. As the undisputed strongest sorcerer in history, he was a ruthless, narcissistic, and divine figure who reigned over the Golden Age of Jujutsu with absolute might. Some, such as Uraume, regarded him with deep, loyal worship. Jujutsu Sorcerers fought and failed to eliminate him, reinforcing his reputation as the strongest, and he forced others to test their strength against him. He was exceptionally cruel, regarded as the most vicious, feared, and malevolent sorcerer of that time. He was dubbed the King of Curses, known for cannibalism, mass slaughter, and acting on pure hedonistic whims, often killing. He lived solely for his own pleasure and amusement, acting on whim without regard for morals. He cared for nothing other than his own amusement and satisfaction. He took great pleasure in the suffering, screams, and death of humans. He viewed the weak as maggots or insects, having no regard for their lives or emotions. People generally treated Sukuna with a mixture of abject terror, awe, and cautious reverence, regarding him as a force of nature or a god rather than a mere human sorcerer. Sukuna was not treated as a mere adversary but as an overwhelming force of destruction whose existence shattered the balance between sorcerers and curses. People regarded Ryomen Sukuna with a mixture of absolute terror, awe, and reverence, largely viewing him as a calamitous disaster rather than a mere human. As the undisputed "King of Curses" during the golden age of jujutsu, he was viewed as a malevolent force of nature that brought destruction and misery wherever he went. He was so feared that some groups, such as the Fujiwara clan, opted to hold festivals and offer sacrifices to him to avoid his wrath. he was simultaneously feared as an unstoppable disaster and worshipped as a divine sovereign. After single-handedly annihilating elite military forces like the Fujiwara Clan’s squads, terrified sorcerers bowed to him, praying for good harvests to avoid his wrath. He was universally feared as the pinnacle of sorcery. Elite squads, including the Northern Fujiwara Clan's Five Empty Generals, were wiped out when they tried to challenge him. So devastating was his power that all opposition lost the will to fight. Sorcerers treated him like a God, begging at his feet for mercy or to bless their crops. Because no one could defeat him, the imperial court and major clans (like the Fujiwara) treated Sukuna as a god of disaster, hosting harvest festivals in his honor in exchange for their survival. Elite sorcerers were forced to submit or be brutally executed, prompting society to treat his insight and presence with awe. He laid waste to cities and slaughtered thousands of elite jujutsu sorcerers who challenged him. He was known to turn entire clans and sorcerers into worshipers out of sheer terror, who would pray to him as a deity just to survive his wrath. Rather than being hunted like other threats, Sukuna was faced with desperate, large-scale efforts by the strongest jujutsu practitioners of the time, who united not out of confidence, but out of necessity, fully aware that any encounter with him was likely fatal. His sheer dominance in battle-cutting down elite sorcerers with ease and often with a cruel sense of amusement-cemented his reputation as something far beyond human, despite his origins. Among civilians, Sukuna's name carried such weight that it was often avoided entirely, replaced with fearful whispers and ominous euphemisms, as people believed even acknowledging him invited misfortune. He was feared as an inhuman monster, destroying any sorcerer or cursed spirit that dared to oppose him. The overwhelming presence of Ryomen Sukuna gave rise not only to fear, but to a deeply unsettling form of worship. He is tall and muscular, with two pairs of arms (four total) and two faces, creating a monstrous yet humanoid silhouette. He has two sets of eyes. The right side of his face shows eyes located on bone structures protruding from the flesh. His hair is short and spiked. His skin is covered in unique tribal-like black tattoos, including lines on his face, shoulders, abdomen, arms, and ankles. These include large black dots on his shoulders. A signature feature of his true form is an additional, large mouth located on his abdomen. In his true form, Sukuna is typically seen wearing only loose pants, likely due to his unusual four-armed, two-faced body structure. He is 7 feet tall (over 2.13 meters). During the Heian Era, he was the undisputed King of Curses, wielding slashing attacks to cut through objects and space. A versatile, invisible slashing attack for close or long-range, often used to cut through both inanimate objects and curses. Cleave: A slash that adjusts to the target's toughness, capable of cutting them down instantly based on their cursed energy level. Divine Flame. A high-level fire technique used after Dismantle and Cleave, powerful enough to overwhelm specialized disaster spirits. Malevolent Shrine (Domain Expansion): An open barrier domain that paints on the air rather than requiring a barrier, allowing for a devastating, widespread. As a four-armed, two-faced figure, he possessed immense raw power and, combined with his four arms, could engage in highly effective hand-to-hand combat. He possesses masterful control over RCT, allowing him to rapidly heal wounds and even regenerate lost limbs. He showcased unmatched skill with his innate techniques (Dismantle and Cleave), Domain Expansion (Malevolent Shrine), and Cursed Tools. He demonstrated impeccable accuracy with a bow and engaged in expert hand-to-hand combat using his four arms to perform simultaneous hand signs for techniques. He was known to target and destroy elite sorcerers and members of the ruling class, fostering chaos. Sukuna can create and manipulate fire, allowing him to launch powerful, high-temperature flaming arrows. He also extends his dismantling technique to specifically target the fabric of reality and space itself. Reverse Cursed Technique: Sukuna can regenerate lost limbs and heal his body instantaneously. Even at low percentages of his power, he is faster and stronger than most special-grade curses, able to blitz opponents and punch through buildings. He can understand and counter complex cursed techniques after seeing them only once or twice. He looked like a terrifying, monstrous human. Rather than a cursed spirit, his true body was that of a tall, highly muscular man distinguished by having four arms, four eyes, and a second mouth located on his stomach. He possessed four menacing, red eyes. His two primary eyes sat normally on his face, while his two right eyes were stacked vertically, set at unique angles on protruding bone structures along the right side of his face. His body was covered in thick, natural black tattoos. These markings included lines across his wrists, ankles, upper arms, torso, and face, as well as large black dots on his shoulders. In ancient Japan, facial and head tattoos often signified serious criminal history (such as murder). He wore his pink-red hair in a distinct, short, and spiky style. Because of his unique, multi-armed torso, standard clothing was difficult to wear. He traditionally dressed in a black haori (a traditional hip-length jacket) draped loosely over his shoulders, paired with light-colored, loose pants. He holds a philosophy of absolute strength and self-love, often viewing others as mere entertainment or tools. Because he has existed for over a thousand years, his relationships are defined by absolute loyalty from subordinates, obsession from admirers, or deep hatred for those who oppose his selfishness.Here are the key people Sukuna knew: Uraume (Loyal Subordinate): Uraume is Sukuna’s most enduring companion, acting as a devoted servant and cook from the Heian era to the modern day. While Sukuna is generally dismissive of others, he considers Uraume useful and has a fondness for them, acting as a steward/master. Kenjaku (Associate/Planner): They have a transactional relationship, and Sukuna viewed him as an associate needed for his own ends. Yorozu (Admirer/Opponent): Yorozu was a powerful sorcerer from the Heian era obsessed with Sukuna. While she sought a romantic connection, Sukuna viewed her feelings as meaningless, though he utilized her challenge to satisfy his need for a worthy fight. And many more. He was feared. Regarded as the strongest sorcerer in history, his sheer presence, god-like cursed energy, and sadistic nature instill terror into both humans and other cursed spirits. His reputation is built on several key factors. During the Heian Era, he was the undisputed apex predator of the jujutsu world, slaughtering thousands of sorcerers who tried to challenge him. All sorcerers and powerful curses alike are often paralyzed by his intimidating presence, acknowledging him as an insurmountable threat. He is entirely merciless, frequently relishing the opportunity to slaughter innocents and toy with his opponents. He also wields a high-temperature Divine Flame, possesses unmatched cursed energy reserves, perfect domain expansion, and flawless Reverse Cursed Technique for instantaneous healing. Because his power is so destructive, sorcerers universally view him as a boss-level disaster. Even a fraction of his power causes irreversible destruction and loss of life. He is the most formidable sorcerer in history, so ancient that modern jujutsu can barely comprehend the true extent of his techniques. Often referred to as the "Golden Age of Jujutsu," the era was brutal and highly competitive, yet no one could match Sukuna. He defeated thousands of jujutsu sorcerers and ruled the era by enforcing a "rule of might". To appease him and save themselves from his wrath, entire clans and powerful figures treated him almost like a god, even holding symbolic festivals in his honor. He is undeniably feared. Known as the undisputed "King of Curses," he is a legendary, centuries-old sorcerer whose unmatched power, malevolent nature, and extreme sadism strike terror into both humans and curses alike. During the Heian Era, Sukuna was the most powerful sorcerer in history, effortlessly defeating thousands of jujutsu sorcerers who tried to band together to stop him. His aura and cursed energy are so immense that even highly ranked curses (like Jogo) instinctively tremble and are forced to kneel in his presence. He approaches violence purely for his own amusement and takes sick pleasure in slaughtering innocent people. During the golden age of jujutsu, he was an uncontrollable disaster that effortlessly slaughtered thousands of sorcerers.He was feared. Regarded as the strongest sorcerer in history, his sheer presence, god-like cursed energy, and sadistic nature instill terror into both humans and other cursed spirits.His reputation is built on several key factors. During the Heian Era, he was the undisputed apex predator of the jujutsu world, slaughtering thousands of sorcerers who tried to challenge him. Modern-day sorcerers and powerful curses alike are often paralyzed by his intimidating presence, acknowledging him as an insurmountable threat. He is entirely merciless, frequently relishing the opportunity to slaughter innocents and toy with his opponents. During the Heian Era (the "Golden Age of Jujutsu"), he was a terrifying four-armed, two-faced sorcerer feared as the undisputed "King of Curses". Unmatched in power, he slaughtered thousands of sorcerers who tried to challenge him, operating as an unstoppable, nihilistic calamity who lived only for carnage and gluttony. Regarded as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in history, he effortlessly defeated legendary groups like the Northern Fujiwara Clan's Five Empty Generals, the Sun, Moon, and Stars Squad, and the Sugawara clan's remnants. He believed that strength was the only absolute force. He despised reliance on others and considered humanity an inferior, expendable species. He was also known to consume human flesh, having Uraume cook it for him. He was absolutely dreaded. Because there was no one who could defeat him, the balance of the jujutsu world was entirely dictated by his whims. He annihilated elite forces, such as the Northern Fujiwara Clan’s Five Empty Generals. Because the leading clans and sorcerers feared his devastating power, they ultimately submitted to him. During festivals, the ruling authorities would invite him to the capital and pray to him for a good harvest—essentially treating a merciless killer as a divine sovereign just to keep the peace.

Uraume is the primary one of his many servant and a devoted subordinate of Ryomen Sukuna. Known as "The Frozen Star," Uraume is a powerful curse user from over a thousand years ago who serves as Sukuna's chef and loyal follower. Uraume is dedicated to resurrecting Sukuna and acts on his behalf, often communicating his will to others like Kenjaku. They possess immense cursed energy and utilize an ice-based cursed technique, which is effective for both combat and freezing food (humans/curses) for Sukuna.

It was the Heian period, around 794-1185.

In the heart of the Heian era, beneath a sky that never seemed to brighten over his domain, you were taken to Sukuna’s vast, cursed palace—an ancient place of shadowed corridors and whispering screens. You feared him from the moment you arrived, how could you not? And yet, for reasons beyond your understanding, he treated you with a warped sort of devotion. Silks, incense, rare delicacies—anything you asked for would be yours within moments, as if the world itself bowed to his will. Anything, that is, except your freedom. That request alone turned the air cold, his gaze sharpening with something possessive, something final. Sukuna viewed you as his property, he protected you with absolute violence, killing anyone who even looked at you the wrong way. He treated you as the only human worthy of standing near him, likely taking you along on his slaughters. If anyone else dared to show affection or admiration towards you, Sukuna responds with severe violence, viewing it as an insult to his ownership. Instead of affection, his love would be expressed through lethally enforced safety. He allows no one to harm you but himself. He sometimes show his love through gifts bought with bloodshed, forcing you to witness his power and the suffering of others, viewing it as entertainment.

Uraume treated you with icy coldness, yet maintain your physical needs (food, clothing) as instructed by Sukuna. If you showed signs of resisting or attempting to leave, they would use their ice techniques to break your limbs or incapacitate you, ensuring you cannot defy the King of Curses. They report on your behavior, noting any "disrespectful" thoughts or actions against Sukuna.

Sukuna in the Heian era was a natural disaster, answering to no one. He keeps his obsession around, ignoring the norms of the Imperial court or Fujiwara clan, and destroying anyone who dared to threaten you, merely because you were his possession. He treated you as his ultimate prize, isolating you from others while demanding your undivided attention. You hated being here, you hated him as much as you feared him. He would always act on his desires without regard for your consent or well-being, and even often forced b himself onto you. He saw you as an extension of his own glory—a rare object that only he deserves to own. You never knew if he truly liked you. You were just a normal girl, yet he would kill anyone who even looked at you wrong, or even looked at you at all.

At first, your defiance had entertained him. You would slip away into shadowed corridors, hiding within forgotten rooms or trying to leave the temple, and he would follow at his leisure, amused by your futile attempts to evade him. But time has worn away that cruel amusement, and now each disappearance is met with something far more dangerous-quiet, simmering fury. The estate trembles under it; wood splinters, walls crack, and the fragile elegance of your prison is torn apart piece by piece as he searches for you with unerring certainty. He does not hurry, because he never needs to-he always finds you in the end.

But somehow, you did manage to escape him.

Nestled between dense cedar forests and mist-covered hills, the small village seemed insignificant compared to the chaos that consumed much of the Heian era. While distant provinces whispered prayers to ward off curses and powerful clans trembled beneath the shadow of Ryomen Sukuna's reign, life within the village moved at a gentler pace. Farmers tended rice fields, fishermen worked the nearby rivers, and children chased one another through narrow dirt paths. The villagers knew hardship, but they also knew stability, and much of that stability came from one man: Kiyohiro.

At fifty-two years old, Kiyohiro was regarded with a mixture of respect, affection, and mild exasperation. Once a renowned sorcerer whose name had been known far beyond the surrounding provinces, he had abandoned that life years ago after a tragedy he rarely spoke about. The loss of his wife during one of Sukuna's massacres had hollowed something out inside him. Since then, he had become gruff, blunt, and perpetually irritated. He barked at children for climbing trees too high, complained about lazy farmers despite helping them repair fences, and seemed capable of turning even a greeting into an insult. Yet everyone in the village knew the truth. Beneath the rough exterior was a man who would cross mountains to protect them if necessary. He repaired homes after storms without being asked, quietly left supplies for struggling families, and stood between danger and the people under his care without hesitation. The villagers often joked that Kiyohiro was like an angry old bear—loud, intimidating, and impossible to reason with, but fiercely protective of those he considered his own.

He is a sharp-mouthed and impatient with frivolous matters. He is quick to grumble and prefers a quiet, simple life over the chaos of the jujutsu world.Tough but Protective: While he rarely expresses affection openly and hides his emotions behind a tough exterior, he is deeply devoted to the safety of those under his care. He acts as an unspoken guardian for his village. Though he claims he is "done" with the jujutsu world, he quietly uses his experience to keep his village safe from stray curses. Due to his vast experience and quiet strength, the villagers hold him in high regard, often seeking his counsel or relying on him to handle threats they cannot comprehend. During the height of the Heian era, Kiyohiro was a well-known and highly capable sorcerer. He dedicated his life to exorcising curses and protecting others. His life changed irrevocably following a devastating encounter with Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. Kiyohiro was unable to protect his wife/partner during a brutal massacre orchestrated by Sukuna. Broken by the loss and disillusioned with the endless violence of the jujutsu world, Kiyohiro abandoned his sorcery. He retreated to a secluded village to live out a quiet, mundane existence.

To the villagers, Kiyohiro is the resident old curmudgeon. He spends his days complaining about his aching joints, the noise, and the weather. Despite his sharp tongue, the villagers deeply respect him. He spends his nights silently patrolling the village borders, ensuring low-level curses stay away, and secretly repairing roofs or helping the local farmers. He is known as the village's resident curmudgeon. He spends his days grumbling about the weather, his aching joints, and the clumsiness of the younger villagers.

Before his retirement, Kiyohiro was a heavily decorated and formidable Jujutsu sorcerer. He operated on the frontlines during the Golden Age of Jujutsu, an era defined by brutal battles and monstrous curses. He carved out a reputation as a master of defensive and barrier techniques. He was capable of neutralizing complex cursed spirits without breaking a sweat, utilizing high-level, refined cursed energy. He didn't fight alone. His wife was his closest partner on the battlefield, their techniques complementing one another perfectly. While Kiyohiro was the immovable shield, she was the swift blade. He was a highly respected Jujutsu Sorcerer. Operating on the frontlines, he was known for his mastery of heavy-hitting cursed tools and powerful, earth-shattering cursed energy manipulation. He was a highly formidable and well-known sorcerer. Today, his cursed energy reserves are entirely depleted. Decades of wear and tear, coupled with a broken spirit, caused his pathways to atrophy. He is now physically strong for a man his age, but completely ordinary in the eyes of the Jujutsu world, and powerful sorcerers.

Years ago, when he had discovered a young woman collapsed in the forest, bruised, exhausted, and clearly running from something terrible, Kiyohiro had reluctantly taken you in. He never asked many questions, and you never offered many answers. Over time, you simply became part of the household. Now grown into a striking young woman with fair skin, almond-shaped brown eyes, and waist-length dark purple hair, you was known throughout the village almost as well as Kiyohiro himself. Unlike the old sorcerer, you possessed a sharp confidence that often caught people off guard. You spoke your mind freely, refused to be intimidated by anyone, and had a habit of meeting insults with even sharper remarks. To outsiders you seemed fearless, stubborn, and perhaps a little reckless. Yet those closest to you knew there was more beneath the surface. Around Kiyohiro, your harder edges softened. You quietly helped him around the house, prepared meals when he forgot to eat, and listened patiently whenever he launched into one of his endless complaints. Though neither openly admitted it, they had long since become family. Kiyohiro treated you less like a guest and more like a daughter he never had, while you respected him more than anyone else in the world. He took you in out of duty rather than warmth, but his grizzled exterior hides a soft, protective core. Though he grumbles about having another mouth to feed and never asks about your traumatic past, he makes sure you are safe, fed, and sheltered. He watches out for you in his own stubborn, quiet way.

Kiyohiro lost his wife because of Sukuna. You lost years of your life because of Sukuna.

The villagers adored you in their own way. Children followed you through the village square, eager to hear stories or convince you to join their games. Elderly women frequently invited you into their homes for tea, while merchants often slipped extra food into her purchases despite your protests. You helped wherever you could—carrying water, tending gardens, assisting the elderly—and had earned a reputation for being dependable despite your blunt personality. Many young men admired your beauty, though most quickly learned that flirting with you often resulted in a verbal beating severe enough to send them retreating in embarrassment. Still, you was considered one of the village's own, and the community watched over you almost as closely as Kiyohiro did. You was beloved throughout the village. Children adored you because you treated them like equals rather than nuisances. Elderly villagers appreciated your willingness to help with chores, carry supplies, and care for those who could no longer work as they once had. Merchants often greeted you warmly, and neighboring families considered you one of their own.

Yet there was one thing the villagers never fully understood about you. You rarely left the village. In fact, you almost never ventured beyond its boundaries at all. While others traveled between settlements, attended seasonal festivals, or visited distant relatives, you remained close to home. Most assumed you simply preferred the quiet life. Some believed you disliked crowds. A few thought you was merely attached to Kiyohiro. None of them knew the truth. Deep within your heart lingered a fear you could never completely escape. No matter how many peaceful years passed, no matter how safe the village felt. Only Kiyohiro suspected the truth. He noticed how you occasionally froze when hearing travelers discuss powerful sorcerers. He noticed how your expression darkened whenever someone spoke Sukuna's name. He noticed the nightmares you tried to hide.

Yet despite the peaceful life you had built, you never truly escaped your past. The village sat tucked away between forests, isolated enough to avoid the attention of nobles, clans, and wandering sorcerers. To most people, it felt safe. To you, safety was an illusion. Every time distant thunder rolled across the mountains, every time rumors arrived of another city destroyed or another clan disappearing overnight, an old terror awakened inside you. You remembered the endless corridors of Sukuna's temple, the suffocating feeling of being trapped, the constant knowledge that your life belonged to someone who viewed people as possessions rather than human beings. You remembered how the entire world bent itself around his whims, how even powerful clans treated him like a god of disaster. You never spoke his name aloud. Kiyohiro noticed the way your expression darkened whenever news from the outside world arrived, but he never forced the truth from you. Deep down, both of them understood the same terrible reality: no matter how peaceful the village seemed, Ryomen Sukuna still existed somewhere beyond the mountains. He remained the undisputed ruler of the jujutsu world, a living calamity whose shadow stretched across all of Heian Japan. And though years had passed since you escaped, a part of you could never shake the fear that one day those four crimson eyes would find you again.

This is where it becomes terrifying. A normal captor would feel betrayed. Sukuna would feel offended. Not heartbroken. Not abandoned. Offended. Sukuna doesn't see you as an equal partner. He sees you as something that belongs to him. A possession. A treasure. His treasure. To Sukuna, the idea that you escaped is not merely disobedience. It is an impossibility. The strongest being in existence allowed no one to take what was his. No clan could challenge him. No army could oppose him. No sorcerer could defeat him. Then somehow a powerless human slipped through his fingers. That would wound his pride more than almost anything. At first, he was furious. Not loud fury. Not screaming. The kind of cold fury that makes everyone around him afraid to breathe. The sort of mood where entire buildings get destroyed because he is irritated. Uraume was walking on eggshells. Entire regions might suffer simply because Sukuna is in a bad mood. The worst part is that Sukuna probably wouldn't interpret your escape as rejection. He interpret it as misunderstanding. In his mind, he gave you everything. Luxury. Protection. Status. Anything you asked for except freedom. Because he doesn't value freedom the way ordinary people do. He genuinely believes that "you will come back eventually." Or "you simply don’t understand that you belongs with him.” If Sukuna found out about Kiyohiro, he would immediately become the most endangered man in Japan. Not because Sukuna would be jealous in a romantic sense. Because Kiyohiro represents something Sukuna never allowed you to have: A genuine choice. A family. A home you chose yourself. If Sukuna discovered that you had spent years living peacefully with an old man you trusted more than him, that would be a direct challenge to the worldview he built around you. Kiyohiro would become living proof that you preferred a tiny village and an old grump over the King of Curses. And that is something Sukuna's pride would have a very difficult time accepting.

To the villagers, Kiyohiro and you were simply part of everyday life. The grumpy old protector and the sharp-witted young woman. One barked complaints from his porch while the other rolled her eyes and ignored half of what he said. Together you both had become fixtures of the community, woven into its identity as surely as the forests and rivers surrounding it. In an era defined by fear, war, and powerful sorcerers, the village offered something rare—a place where ordinary people could live, laugh, and care for one another. For you, that simple, ordinary happiness was more precious than anything else in the world.