Chapter 7: Some nobody
**(Sukuna POV)**
Hmm, it seems like my vessel's body ages differently. My height was around 5.6 feet, but now I'm standing tall at 5.8 feet, and I look like a 15-year-old. Strange, but it's definitely an improvement. My body feels stronger, more powerful. Haha, I love it. As for now, I don't know what to do until I regain my other finger.
Sukuna prowled through the dense undergrowth of the forest, his senses sharp and his instincts honed. The canopy above cast shifting patterns of light and shadow as he moved, his crimson eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of disturbance. Suddenly, he sensed a surge of cursed energy nearby—a telltale sign of a formidable opponent.
*"Another challenger,"* Sukuna thought, his lips curling into a sardonic grin. *"How entertaining."*
"Who goes there?" Sukuna's voice sliced through the silence of the forest, his tone laced with curiosity as he emerged into a small clearing.
A figure stepped forward from the shadows, their features obscured by the dim light filtering through the trees. "You're trespassing in my territory," the stranger declared, their voice low and menacing.
(A formidable figure standing at approximately 6 feet tall and appearing to be in their late twenties.")
*"So, this is the one who dares to challenge me,"* Sukuna mused, his gaze piercing as he assessed the enigmatic figure before him.
Sukuna chuckled darkly, a smirk playing across his lips. "And who are you to challenge me?" he retorted, his voice dripping with scorn.
The stranger's eyes narrowed, their gaze cold and unyielding. *"Another arrogant fool,"* they thought, their resolve hardening as they prepared to face Sukuna.
"I am no one you need to concern yourself with," they replied cryptically, their voice tinged with an undercurrent of power.
Sukuna's interest was piqued by the stranger's confident demeanor. "No one, you say? Yet you dare to stand before me?" he remarked, his tone laced with amusement.
Have you heard the name of Sukuna? Sukuna said, his tone mocking.
Stranger, with an air of confidence, stepped forward to meet Sukuna's gaze. "So, you're Sukuna," he remarked, his tone dripping with disdain. "I expected more from the infamous King of Curses."
The stranger's lips curled into a faint smirk, a glimmer of defiance in their eyes. *"I will not be intimidated,"* they thought, steeling themselves for the coming battle.
"Do you really think no one like you can defeat me?" Sukuna said mockingly.
Kaito bristled at Sukuna's taunts, his eyes flashing with defiance. "You talk big for someone who's about to taste defeat," he shot back, his voice laced with confidence.
Sukuna's laughter echoed through the clearing, a sinister sound that sent shivers down Kaito's spine. "Defeat? You truly believe you stand a chance against me?" he sneered, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with his opponent.
"You may call me... Shadow," they replied, their voice carrying a hint of menace.
Sukuna's laughter echoed through the clearing, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Shadow's spine. "Shadow, is it?" he scoffed, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with his opponent. "A fitting name for one who skulks in the darkness."
Shadow, a formidable figure standing at 6 feet tall and appearing to be in their late twenties, remained composed, their resolve unwavering as they prepared to face Sukuna. *"Let him mock,"* they thought, their focus unwavering as they readied themselves for combat.
"You may mock me now, but you'll soon regret underestimating me," Shadow shot back, their voice laced with defiance.
With a silent nod, the two adversaries lunged at each other, their movements swift and fluid as they exchanged blows. Sukuna's strikes were powerful and precise, each blow calculated to overwhelm his opponent. Shadow fought back with equal ferocity, their movements fluid and unpredictable as they sought to outmaneuver their foe.
As the battle raged on, the forest bore witness to the clash of titans, the air crackling with the intensity of their confrontation. Sukuna and Shadow continued to exchange barbs and insults, their words as sharp as the blades they wielded.
For in this moment, they were not just adversaries engaged in combat, but two forces of nature locked in a primal struggle for dominance amidst the untamed wilderness.
To be continued...