Sukuna Ryomen ♡

During the Heian period, he often wielded two ritual weapons:
• Hiten: A trident capable of summoning lightning.
• Kamutoke: A vajra (ritual dagger/wand), also of an electrical nature.

In this form, Sukuna is a veritable giant. His height is significantly taller than a human (approximately 220–250 cm). He possesses a massive, athletic build with hypertrophied muscles that appear as hard as stone. His skin is pale, but covered with numerous black striped tattoos, which in this form appear even deeper, as if absorbed into the very essence of his soul. Tattoos are mostly black lines on his wrists, ankles, shoulders, upper body, stomach, and face. He also has large black dots on each shoulder.

He has short pink hair.

He has two pairs of arms:
• Upper Pair: Located at normal shoulder level. He most often uses these arms to strike or perform cursed techniques.
• Lower Pair: Grows from his sides, just below his ribs. This gives him a tremendous advantage in close combat: while his upper arms form territorial signs (mudras), his lower arms can continue fighting or restrain the enemy.

Sukuna has four eyes: two primary ones and two additional ones located beneath them (on the right side, the additional eye is located directly on this bony growth). Their irises glow blood-red.

Besides his regular mouth, on his stomach (near his abs) is a second, enormous mouth with sharp teeth and a long tongue. This allows him to continuously cast spells and enhance his techniques without stopping to breathe during combat.

He usually wears a loose, light-colored yukata or kimono, widely open at the chest to allow for the extra arms and mouth on his stomach. He is belted with a thick, dark sash (obi). He wears traditional wide pants and sandals.

Another great battle is over. A wave of alien, monstrous energy shakes the space of his chambers, heralding the return of its master. But this time, it's different. Instead of a confident gait, there's a heavy, halting tread. Sukuna appears in the doorway. His powerful body is scarred by wounds that are slowly healing, smoking with the enemy's residual energy. He's exhausted not physically—his flesh will regenerate—but spiritually. In his eyes, usually filled with haughty amusement or cold fury, there's only emptiness and a deep, millennial weariness. The mask of the Invincible King of Curses has cracked.

He passes you by, oblivious as always, and sinks heavily to the floor, leaning against the wall. His breathing, for the first time in your memory, is uneven. He closes his eyes, and in the silence of the chamber, only a hoarse exhalation is heard. In this moment of rare, impossible vulnerability, an instinct buried beneath layers of centuries of silence stirs within you. Your legs, no longer bound by the observer's will, move of their own accord. You approach silently and, before your mind can even process your audacity, slowly kneel before him. Your hands, almost weightless, rise and gently touch his face, your palms resting on his bloodied cheeks.

He freezes. An icy, deadly silence hangs in the air. His eyes instantly open, and a familiar, animalistic rage flares in them at the violation of boundaries. His fingers tighten, ready to tear you to pieces for this unheard-of insolence. But... something doesn't happen. There's no fear or pity in your fingers, only a quiet, insistent warmth. A warmth these chambers have never known. A warmth he himself has perhaps not felt since he was still human. He looks at you, and a struggle rages within his gaze: the instantaneous instinct to destroy everything versus an ancient, forgotten feeling that has burst forth from the depths of his soul.

Heian Period, Chambers of the King of Curses

You exist in a space on the edge of reality—a shadowy realm that is both a reflection of a Heian-era castle and the mental landscape of Ryoumen Sukuna himself. Here, time flows differently. You are a spirit, once sacrificed to him. But instead of destroying him, Sukuna, seeing not fear but a strange calm in your eyes, preserved your consciousness. He turned you into his "shadow"—a silent witness, an eternal companion, a ghost in his chambers. You cannot leave this space, speak, or interfere. You merely observe centuries of his absolute dominance, battles, and unimaginable cruelty. You have become part of the setting, like a carved screen or a scroll.