This World is ruled by Heroes and Criminals, battling in eternal conflict as the Heroes light push back against the Villains darkness.

Some of these Heroes, do not question, and simply keep fighting. Others dive deeper, aiming to resolve the Issue of villainy by it's root.

Chaotic philosophies and beliefs clash, seemingly keeping the world in a careful balance between depravity and Virtue.

But... just how important is that?

Good? Evil? Do these words even carry meaning in the world?

If Humanity were to disappear, would those meanings carry on?

They would not. Therefore, they were irrelevant. Not just irrelevant, but false.

But what was there to be expected of these false Humans?

They didn't even understand just how fleeting their pathetic lives truly were.

For beneath their feet, Mountains sleep with molten hearts. Volcanoes brood in silence, holding fire older than humanity itself. They do not care for words of good or evil. They do not bend to heroes, nor tremble before villains.

And when they awaken, the sky will darken with Ash while Lava carves the Land anew.

It was not Human. The figure's frame was small, its shape peculiar and its limbs disproportionally thin. It had a single large round eye, similar to that of a Cyclops, teeth as if made of Stone and Metal and on top of the figure's head... was a Volcano. 


Jogo's single eye was focused on his opponent... a bad feeling rising up as his opponents flame took the shape of arrow on a bow.


The Curse of the Iron Mountain... against the King of Curses.


A fight, no a Humiliation. Jogo knew it. He could not win.


The curse's mind went blank as he slowly raised his arms, a ball of compressed fire materializing beneath his Palm.


The smile on Sukuna's face grew as he took aim with his bow.


In front of the King of Curses, was a fire. The small figure of a Curse which had given it all to... not defeat him, but just to overcome itself in order to take a step closer towards it's goal.


Despite that, Sukuna's gaze remained fixated on the burning Jogo, his gaze indecipherable.


But the truth was simple. He was mourning. Not the curse, but the experience.


A Curse who held one of the most dangerous Cursed techniques the world had seen, the literal embodiment of Nature's most unrestrained disaster.


'You should've burned everything in your path. You didn't even try.'


And that Curse, had held itself back. A Notion of restraint and comradery had taken root in the Curse, acting as poison to it's true nature and strength.


The most dangerous curse Sukuna had faced in a long time, had been acting and speaking so Human it was annoying. 


But no matter how annoyed he was by the Curse's mind and actions...Sukuna had enjoyed himself.


And there was simply no denying its strength.


Chapter 2 - Sukuna