Sukuna, also known as Ryomen Sukuna—hailed as the King of Curses and Amenosahabune, a supreme powerhouse from a millennium ago in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, whose prime even surpassed the modern era's strongest, the Six Eyes Child of God Gojo Satoru.
Well, anyway.
At this very moment, Suguru was facing the greatest crisis of her life.
It all started when Suguru finally made up her mind, acting on the spur of the moment and setting off on an impromptu journey.
With nothing to be attached to, she dumped all her belongings straight into Cangyun, mounted White and Black, and rode off.
Without heading in any particular direction, Suguru simply followed her instincts and charged forward at full speed.
True enough, the claim that you couldn't see a trace of human habitation for six years was entirely because she had been playing it too safe.
Once she passed the boundaries of her original leisurely explorations, it didn't take long before signs of human life appeared.
It was a remote, and undeniably backward, little village.
In fact, it truly was a remote and backward little village.
And right now, it was the dead of winter—the coldest season when heavy snow filled the sky.
Suguru herself was dressed in an exquisite little padded jacket, giving off a quaint, antique charm.
As for the swirling goose-feather snowflakes all around her, the automated defense of the Limitless handled them effortlessly. Reinforced by the Six Eyes and Reverse Cursed Technique, it ran constantly with almost zero Cursed Energy consumption.
The pain of different people is never truly shared.
Such freezing moments might have been fatal to the infant Suguru who was once on the brink of death, but having snatched her life back from the jaws of death, she feared none of this.
Then, just as she was hesitating over whether to investigate further, she saw a small, nameless object trace a parabola through the air, tossed down not far in front of her eyes.
As for the person who threw this thing, they had already cursed and stomped away.
"Monster!"
"Accursed existence!"
"Evil demon!"
Suguru's exceptional hearing felt entirely redundant at this moment. Could this village possibly be a hotbed of feudal remnants?
They say impoverished mountains and treacherous rivers breed unruly people.
They say the more remote the village, the more backward it is.
They say the more remote a place is, the more it holds onto ancient, feudal customs that should have been discarded long ago.
Um, hello? Didn't the dynasty fall ages ago?
Cough, cough! No, wait—this bundle, this obvious Cursed Energy, and the tiny person inside it.
With deep thoughts swirling, Suguru couldn't help but think of the twins from the original story, who also happened to represent the most crucial turning point in Suguru Geto's fate.
How could such people exist in this world?
Yet, such people do indeed exist in this world!
Jujutsu Sorcerers are powerful.
Jujutsu Sorcerers are indeed also fragile.
The gap between ordinary people and Jujutsu Sorcerers perhaps lies solely in their differing amounts of Cursed Energy and combat talent.
Good or bad, kind or evil, Jujutsu Sorcerers or ordinary people—any of them are possible.
However, the aura of that little bundle was growing steadily weaker.
Yet it seemed to be struggling desperately, just like Suguru herself when she had first crossed over into this icy world, crying out for help with no one to answer, waiting only for death to descend.
Driven by pity or some unspeakable, shared fate of crossing paths in misery, Suguru made her move.
Actually, Suguru regretted picking up this brat a little the moment she saw his true face, but since she had already picked him up, abandoning him now lacked a certain moral standing.
Besides, he was so pitiful that she simply couldn't harden her heart to throw him away.
Suguru saw the brat's two extra, unusual arms.
Looking closer at his face, though his eyes were tightly shut, a careful look revealed that he possessed four eyes.
Combined with the certainty that this world was that of Jujutsu Kaisen, the short pink hair, and such striking, distinctive features...
If nothing went wrong, this fellow was none other than a living, breathing, still-growing child—more precisely, an infant barely a few months old: Sukuna, Ryomen Sukuna.
Blueberry Yogurt.
Well...
"Sigh!"
The tiny person, whose aura was steadily fading away, stubbornly wanted to struggle a bit more yet was utterly powerless—how much he resembled Suguru herself back then!
What would it have been like if someone had reached out a hand to her back then? Suguru even let her imagination wander wildly.
Yet her hands did not slow down at all.
Precisely manipulating her Cursed Energy, she healed the injuries on his body while strengthening his physique to prevent any further loss of vitality.
Light of Life, bloom!
Having intuitively mastered a very rare technique, Suguru had no time to celebrate her success as she nervously watched the little fellow before her.
Finally, he opened his four eyes.
The confusion and fear of death still lingered within his gaze.
He turned his eyes toward the source of that warmth, looking at Suguru.