Chapter 6: Kings domain

Sukuna's malevolence lingered in the air, a tempest of destruction. The village lay in ruins—homes reduced to rubble, streets stained with blood. The boy's memories had ignited this inferno, and now Sukuna stood at the heart of it all, reveling in the chaos he had wrought.

But he couldn't linger. His fingers—those cursed relics—called to him. Each one held a fragment of his power, a tether to his true form. And Sukuna hungered for completion.

Sukuna's POV:

"That was quite exhilarating," Sukuna mused, his voice echoing softly amidst the devastation. "Using that flame arrow was a delightful change of pace. It's been too long since I've had such fun."

With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna brushed aside the lingering flames and turned his attention to the surrounding forest. "For now, I should keep a low profile," he thought to himself. "Gojo will awaken around 2 years from now. I must use this time wisely to test and strengthen my powers."

As the cacophony of destruction faded into the distance, Sukuna retreated into the depths of the forest, his mind ablaze with possibilities. The sorcerers would eventually pursue him, of that he was certain, and he needed a strategy to outwit them and reclaim his lost fingers. With a sense of urgency burning within him, Sukuna delved deeper into the wilderness, his senses alert for any sign of danger.

Alone amidst the towering trees and winding paths of the forest, Sukuna found solace in the solitude of nature. Here, far from the prying eyes of sorcerers and curses alike, he could contemplate his next move in peace. With each step he took, his thoughts churned with the possibilities, his mind a whirlwind of plans and strategies.

After what felt like hours of wandering, Sukuna stumbled upon a secluded clearing bathed in dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. "This will do nicely," he muttered to himself as he surveyed the surroundings.

Here, in this tranquil oasis amidst the chaos of the world, Sukuna decided he would conduct the rituals necessary to test his newfound power and uncover its limitations. With a grim determination, Sukuna began the ancient incantations, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of the forest.

Inner Domain, Sukuna's Domain:

As he prowled through the depths of his own mind, Sukuna found himself drawn to a place of pure darkness—a void untouched by the light of reason or morality. Here, amidst the endless expanse of his domain, Sukuna reveled in the chaos that lurked within him—a primal force that hungered for destruction and despair.

"Let's see just how much my power has increased," Sukuna murmured, a sinister grin spreading across his lips. With a feral roar, he unleashed his cursed technique upon the empty space, Dismantle, reveling in the echoes of his laughter mingling with the screams of the damned. With each strike, he felt the boundaries of his power expand, a testament to the depths of his own malevolence.

As time stretched on, Sukuna found himself consumed by a sense of euphoria—a twisted ecstasy born of bloodshed and betrayal. Here, amidst the darkness of his own soul, he found a kind of peace—a respite from the ceaseless torment of his existence. For in the heart of darkness, Sukuna was free—free to revel in the chaos that defined him, free to embrace the darkness that lurked within.

"I don't know how many days it has been," Sukuna thought, his mind wandering as he continued to train in his inner domain. "But it matters not. I must continue to improve, to grow stronger."As days blurred into nights within the confines of my inner mind domain, time lost its meaning. I paid no heed to its passing, for there was no threat that could harm me here. With relentless determination, I immersed myself in training, pushing the limits of my cursed power to new heights.

A regimen of 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and a thousand slashes became my daily routine, each repetition a step closer to perfection. With every exertion of my muscles, every precise movement of my cursed energy, I sought to mold this vessel into a weapon worthy of my true form.

But the body I inhabited was feeble, its frame ill-suited to contain the vast power that coursed through me. Frustration gnawed at my core as I struggled to overcome its limitations. "This vessel is hardly strong," I growled in frustration, a snarl curling my lips.

Yet, I refused to yield to despair. With each passing day, I doubled my efforts, pushing myself beyond the brink of exhaustion. I honed my strength, honed my technique, until every slash was a masterpiece of precision and devastation.

"I must improve this body," I muttered through gritted teeth, my resolve unyielding. "I must become stronger."

And so, I trained. I trained until my muscles screamed in protest, until my cursed energy crackled with newfound intensity. I trained until every fiber of my being resonated with power, until I could feel the very essence of my existence pulsating with strength.

As I delved deeper into the recesses of my mind domain, I uncovered the extent of my power. Here, amidst the boundless expanse of my consciousness, I wielded dominion over reality itself. With a mere thought, I could shape the very fabric of this realm, bending it to my will.

With newfound clarity, I experimented with my abilities, manipulating the environment with ease. Objects materialized at my command, and the space around me shifted to match the whims of my imagination. It was a revelation—a testament to the boundless potential of my cursed energy.

Emboldened by this discovery, I resolved to push my limits further. I imposed a heavy weight upon my body, intensifying the strain of my training regimen. A thousand push-ups, a thousand sit-ups, and ten thousand slashes—I embraced the challenge, each repetition fueling my ascent to greater heights.

In this ethereal realm, the need for sustenance was but a distant memory. With a flicker of my cursed energy, I imbued my food with all the necessary nutrients, sustaining myself with sheer willpower alone. It was a testament to the versatility of my abilities—a testament to the depths of my power.

As I continued to hone my strength, I marveled at the transformation taking place within me. Muscle rippled beneath my skin, a testament to my relentless pursuit of perfection. With each passing moment, I grew stronger, more formidable—a force to be reckoned with.

And as the echoes of my laughter reverberated through the void, I knew that I was on the cusp of greatness. With newfound vigor, I resolved to venture forth from the confines of my mind domain. The world awaited me, ripe for conquest, and I, Sukuna, would seize it with both hands.

For in this realm of darkness and chaos, there was only one law: the strong shall prevail. And I, Sukuna, the King of Curses, would be the strongest of them all.

With a sense of satisfaction, Sukuna emerged from the depths of his mind domain—a figure wreathed in shadow, a harbinger of doom and despair. And as he strode forth into the light of a new day, he knew that his journey was far from over—that the true depths of his power had yet to be unleashed upon the unsuspecting masses.

For Sukuna, the King of Curses, was a force of nature beyond the petty concerns of mortal men. And as he gazed upon the world before him, he knew that it would never be the same again.

Author talking

So yeh my exam is coming in few days but idiot me decided to write this haha the new chapter will be slow no shit sorry .And what should i do in next chapter tell me!!!And this chapter was like his training and stuff and remember to do 100 push ups 100 sit ups and 1 or 3 days for waiting HAHAHAH BYE