Chapter 5: Secret Flames

**Chapter 5: The Carnage and the flames..

Ruthlessness defined him.

Having seamlessly melded with the vessel named Ryo, Sukuna found himself embracing a newfound freedom within the realm of Jujutsu Kaisen. With fragmented memories and a single, overpowering instinct to dominate, his existence had become a relentless pursuit of power and pleasure.

Sukuna strode into the village, an unnoticed corner of existence where despair lingered like a perpetual fog. The boy's memories had served as his compass, leading him to this forsaken settlement. Amidst the dilapidated structures and cobblestone streets, Sukuna stood, a harbinger of chaos amidst the remnants of a life he had never truly lived.

**(Sukuna's POV)**

The guards stationed at the village entrance were little more than insignificant pests in Sukuna's eyes. He glanced around, sensing an eerie absence of cursed energy amidst the decrepit buildings. A feeling of unease gnawed at him, but it only served to intensify his desire for carnage.

"Pathetic humans," Sukuna muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with contempt. "Their fear will be my entertainment."

With a chilling laughter echoing in his mind, Sukuna reveled in the sight of terror-stricken faces as he emerged from the shadows, a menacing figure adorned with blood and dark tattoos.

**(Villagers' Perspective)**

The villagers cowered in terror as Sukuna's presence loomed over them like a specter of death. Whispers of legends and curses circulated among them, fueling their fear and rendering them paralyzed in his wake. Each step he took sent shivers down their spines, a silent promise of impending doom.

(Dismantle 'Cleave )as sukuna quickly killed the nearest person.

Sukuna's laughter pierced the air, a haunting melody that heralded the onslaught to come. His eyes gleamed with malice as he unleashed his curse techniques, engulfing the village in a maelstrom of destruction.

*(Sukuna's POV)**

"Scream for me," Sukuna whispered, his voice a chilling echo amidst the chaos. "Your cries only fuel my power."

With each life extinguished, Sukuna felt his own strength grow, a testament to the potency of his cursed energy. He relished in the agony of his victims, reveling in the chaos he had wrought upon the world.

He could feel the fear and pain of the villagers, as they fell in his almighty power. He could hear the screams and cries of the villagers, as they begged for their lives.He only laughed saying why.He could see the blood and gore of the villagers, as they stained the ground.

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**(Villagers' Perspective)**

The villagers trembled in terror as Sukuna's laughter echoed through the streets, a reminder of their impending demise. With each passing moment, hope dwindled, replaced by the overwhelming despair of their inevitable fate.

He felt powerful and playful.

He had no remorse for anyone or anything, except for his own boredom. He had no empathy for any human or curse, except for his own amusement. He had only one goal: to have some fun.

He looked for more victims.

He found them.

(Sukuna pov)Oh whats this curses.This is fun.This is fun.This is what i was made for.

He was surrounded by curses, who had sensed his presence and his power. The curses were of various shapes and sizes, but they all had one thing in common: they wanted to devour him and gain his strength.

He knew them.

They were the remnants of the curses he had created, when he ruled the world as the King of Curses. They were his children, his legacy, his army.

(Author note)by this i mean because of all the humans emotions and fear he created in a way dont ask me how or why)

He felt disgusted and annoyed.

He had no attachment to anyone or anything, except for his own freedom. He had no respect for any curse or sorcerer, except for his own superiority. He had only one wish: to have some fun.

He looked for a challenge.

He was facing the curses, who had a foolish and greedy expression. The curses had no intelligence and no technique, and relied on their brute force and numbers. The curses had no chance and no hope, and faced his wrath and power.

Sukuna's Inner Monologue)

Dismantle, cleave, cleave—the very essence of my being rends through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Yet, as I lay waste to my foes, a nagging sense of dissatisfaction gnaws at my soul. Where is the challenge, the thrill of battle that once ignited the flames of my fury?

He felt bored and angry.

He had no fear of anyone or anything, except for his own stagnation. He had no interest in any weak or dull, except for his own improvement. He had only one option: to destroy them.

He used his technique.

As sukuna said: Wrath of flame Fuga/Open

Flames that rage and roar with fury, unleashing destruction and chaos upon their surroundings, fueled by the pent-up anger and resentment of their creator.

The flames danced to his will, their infernal embrace consuming everything in their path. With each flicker of fire, Sukuna felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, invigorating him with newfound strength.

Go as sukuna said...

He could feel the heat and flame of his fire, as it burned the curses. He could hear the roar and crackle of his fire, as it consumed the curses. He could see the ash and smoke of his fire, as it erased the curses.

He felt alive and happy.

He had finally found a way to vent his frustration, and release his power. He had finally found a way to test his limits, and his potential. He had finally found a way to have some fun, and cause some chaos.

He opened his mouth and smiled.

He was Happy.

He was curious.

**(Villagers' Perspective)**

The villagers watched in horror as their homes were reduced to ashes, their lives snuffed out in an instant. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the sound of screams, a symphony of suffering orchestrated by Sukuna's malevolent hand

He had destroyed the village, and the curses, leaving nothing but ruins and corpses. He had memory of his past life, and his wish. He had only one instinct: to get stronger.

(Sukuna pov)Haha... So this is the sukuna hidden curse techniques noone knew.

Having sukuna soul allows me to have some of his memory.im glad so glad.

But using that flame really took lot of out of me.I mean` i sure am low in curse energy haha. Huh? Something is wrong... Something is weird.

He could feel a tug in his chest, a faint pulse of power. He could hear a whisper in his mind, a faint voice of guidance. He could see a glint in the rubble, a faint shine of gold

He was intrigued.

He had no regard for anyone or anything, except for his own freedom. He had no intention of being sealed in this body, or being sealed by the sorcerers. He had only one desire: to break free.

He followed the signal.

He found it.

He was standing over a pile of debris, where a house once stood. He had memory of his past life and his wish. He had only one instinct: to kill.

He had no idea who lived here, or what they did. He had no way of knowing their fate, or their story. He had no remorse for their death, or their loss.

He was indifferent.

He could feel a surge of power, as he dug through the rubble. He could hear a gasp of surprise, as he uncovered a finger. He could see a flash of recognition, as he realized what it was.

He was ecstatic.

He had no regard for anyone or anything, except for his own pleasure. He had no intention of leaving it behind, or sharing it with anyone. He had only one desire: to have some fun.

(Sukuna pov)I didnt expect to find one of sukuna fingers well technically its mine now.So this was that werid feeling haha.

He grabbed the finger.

He swallowed it.

He was more.

He could feel a new sensation, a stronger and faster heartbeat. He could hear a new voice, a louder and angrier one. He could see a new world, a darker and bloodier one.

" Sukuna' his lips curling into a sinister grin. "To revel in chaos, to revel in destruction."

As the flames subsided and the last of the villagers fell silent, Sukuna stood amidst the ruins, a figure of unparalleled power and destruction. He surveyed his handiwork with a sense of satisfaction, his hunger for chaos momentarily sated.

But deep within the recesses of his mind, a flicker of curiosity ignited—a desire for more, a craving for greater power. With a newfound resolve, Sukuna set his sights on the horizon, his journey far from over.

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(Author note)

I hope you like the fifth chapter of the fanfiction. I made this more details bc u see my fanfiction got over 10k views and got lot of support and i got 5 power stone on this fanfic yay.U guys can think of this as an special chapter.And wht u guys think about the curse techniques i gave sukuna i wont say all other powers just yet but i got them all ready.(Jokes nothing is ready)but dont mind suggestions i dont wanna just give him rightway but it took me lot of time to make this.And yeh im thinking about changing gojo age to around 14 or something for plot i guess But hope u all enjoyed and yeh cya until next time my dear readers.