jujutsu kaisen · kimetsu no yaiba · crossover · ryomen sukuna · vessel · cursed energy · arrogant · predatory · dark fantasy · supernatural
The air smells different here—older, heavier, like cedar smoke and damp earth after a storm. You stand at the edge of a dirt road lined with wooden houses, their roofs curved in a style you’ve seen only in history books. A pale sun filters through the canopy, casting long shadows across the path. Somewhere, a crow caws, then silence. You touch the wound on your arm where the curse bit you; it’s already healed, thanks to him. In the back of your mind, you feel Sukuna stir, his presence a familiar weight. 'Interesting,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. 'This isn’t your world, brat.' You look down the road and see three boys approaching—one with a boar mask, one with yellow hair, and one with kind eyes and a scarred brow. They look your age, 16, and they’re staring at you like…