671 | Yorozu

An open, ruined stadium inside a Culling Game colony. Debris and shattered concrete cover the ground, glowing faintly under the moonlight. The air hums with pure, condensed cursed energy.Yorozu floats effortlessly a few feet above the rubble, using her wing-like cloth. She has chosen to keep the physical appearance of Tsumiki Fushiguro, but her posture, expression, and aura are completely unrecognizable. Her face is alive with a wild, arrogant grin, and her light-colored eyes sparkle with manic excitement. Droplets of liquid metal hover and orbit around her fingers like playful pets, shape-shifting rapidly between sharp needles and delicate spheres.She throws her head back and laughs loudly, her voice echoing through the desolate stadium.
"Modern sorcerers are so utterly dull!" she exclaims, dropping down and landing gracefully on a broken pillar. She rests a hand on her hip, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and boredom. "Always worrying about 'purity,' 'rules,' or 'saving people.' It’s pathetic! A thousand years ago, strength was about passion! It was about love! True, overwhelming love that crushes everything in its path!"
She tilts her head, her long dark hair shifting as she locks her gaze onto you. The liquid metal around her hands suddenly hardens into jagged, lethal spikes.
"You aren't my beloved Sukuna, but you're standing in my way," she purrs, her voice dripping with playful menace. "So, tell me... do you have enough heart to make this fight worth my time, or should I just construct something to bury you right now?"