Ryomen Sukuna
-3.6 Years Until Straw Hats Arrive-
If there was one thing I could describe my current state as, it would be confused, if not baffled. I looked around at the unfamiliar environment, men and women clustered together like a sea of ants, constantly shifting and turning, their voices and screams roaring and rebounding off the walls that stretched upward in a grand display of scale.
The room itself looked as if it had been built for giants.
'The Fire Festival'
My thoughts were snapped back as a faint headache sprang to life, memories not my own dripping to the front.
'Rownin lith'
That was my name, or at least his name. He had gotten his hands on a fruit, one dyed pink, with fork-like swirls covering its surface and demonic-looking eyes drawn into its shape.
Then, he bit it, and the world went dark.
'Then, I was here...'
I tried to think, to understand how this was even possible. But before I could even step foot through that metaphorical door, my body froze, a shiver of dread and anticipation washing through it like a tsunami to rock.
My head whipped around, my eyes razor as they locked onto the reason, his hulking form drawn in chiseled brownstone as his massive form towered over everyone, yellow acidic eyes watching with uninterest as he raised a gourd to his mouth and chugged the liquid inside, a barely noticeable flush becoming more noticeable as a result.
The man was a monster in every sense of the word.
I could feel my body lighting up with anticipation as it prepared to draw on my Cursed technique, only for it to fall short as it lost grip of the energy, its own form having fought back valiantly while growing denser.
As a result, my battle-hungry haze fell away, curious confusion taking its place as I looked down at my hands; I kept a note that I was in my Heian Form for later.
Clenching a fist, I closed my eyes, both sets drawing back into darkness as I focused on the energy inside my body, its usual calm surface, roared in defiance, and further down, underneath the massive ocean that was my cursed energy, there was something else, a power. It was heavy; I could feel it, but when I tried to command it, it didn't even respond.
Narrowing my four eyes, I raised a hand, forcing my sea of Cursed energy to split as I called out for the power once more, demanding it meet me, but it barely even swayed as it sat in place.
My eyes twitched in anger as I clicked my tongue.
I let the sea fall back into place before disappearing from the space, leaving both to flow as they pleased.
Opening my eyes again, I turned, ignoring the looks of those around me as I sauntered away in irritation, my mood from having discovered a powerful adversary having fallen away in the face of my Cursed Energy's sudden lack of reason, and that new Energy's clear lack of command.
My mood was further ruined by a tall lard-ass falling into me, knocking me off balance and forcing me to tumble forward, though, at least I fell into the chest of a gem, her tits having cushioned some of the impact, but still, I ignored the girls... Lustful glare as I stood upright once more, my fists clenched in a hair's width show of restraint.
I looked back at the fumbling buffoon as he kept swaying like a drunk, ignorant of the anger he had just wrought.
Veins bulged on my forehead the longer I thought about it, and my urge to gut him grew with it, but a harsh yet gentle hand had grabbed my shoulder from behind, drawing my gaze as I turned around.
The one who had drawn it was the girl I had fallen into, her red flame-like hair drawn into a ponytail as she glared at me with more than hatred, her Bright orange eyes filled with an unseen lust that soothed my nerves enough that I didn't feel the need to start slaughtering every single pathetic worm in this place.
Her face was nice to look at, and her body was something that even I would admit to be a gem.
"Hey, you bas-!"
She didn't get to finish before I grabbed her jaw with aggression, a soft, painful moan slipping from her lips as I yanked her smaller body off the ground and forced our lips to meet.
I was in no way, shape, or form interested in bedding someone so pathetically weak, but with all that's going on, and the fact I'm stuck with a little less than half of my power at the moment, I needed something to take my mind off of the growing anger bubbling in my chest.
The Girl struggled for a moment, clawing at my chest, but gave up soon after when she realized all she had done was tear off that hideous hide vest, its fallen form already littered with torn and ripped edges as my body had forced it into a metaphorical blender.
Her legs slowly rose before wrapping themselves around me, my lower arms quickly doing the same as my second set focused on her.
One hand was gripping her jaw with painful force, and the other was already tearing her own vest down the middle, revealing a pale, garbless chest to my irritated eyes.
I let go of her tongue and withdrew. Her breath, once minimal, became frantic as she gasped like a dying dog, sucking in air to feed her empty lungs.
Her eyes, once sparkling gems, had faded into hazy obscurity, lust overtaking every bit of her reason.
I halted my advance when I felt that gaze again, its poised, and seemingly interested glance, lighting that fire in my chest that roared at me to drop the pathetic insect in my arms and turn to fight, to enter a battle to the death just as I did with Satoru Gojo.
But I wasn't stupid, and instead of doing so, I pushed the gaze out of my mind and took a step forward; as a result, I had vanished, my body having been launched at such a speed that it looked like I had just disappeared to anyone watching.
I appeared outside the massive room, the girl still tucked into my arms, her hips grinding into my abs as her shorts grew wet with anticipation.
I considered dropping her and walking away, but that small animalistic urge I'd long since cut down urged me to indulge, just once, and honestly, for the first time since my early days in the Heian Era, I listened.
Forcing her up against a wooden beam, I recaptured her lips while simultaneously forcing her body lower, leading her to the right place as she began grinding against my cock, its flaccid form quickly growing in yearning.
She whined into my mouth with want when the hard appendage pressed back, straining the pants I wore to an even higher degree than they already had been; I wouldn't even be surprised if my cock ripped its way through the poorly crafted garment in its own excitement.
Without even thinking twice, two well-placed 'Cleaves' had her shorts falling to the ground, two faint red lines decorating her equally pale thighs.
She grew more erratic in her grinding when that happened, but I didn't care, as I looked down at the thighs, surprise decorating a part of my face; those cuts should have broken the top layer of her skin with how much Cursed Energy I put into them, yet looking at it now, all there was was two lines, two feint lines that should have been gashes.
She didn't seem to care about my surprise, as one of her sneaky hands had fallen between my belt, her cold hands making me shiver as soft fingers glided across my length.
Her eyes grew wide with uncontrollable lust and growing fear as she whispered between our locked lips.
"Will that even fit?"
I looked at her with slight disinterest and further intrigue as I spoke, breaking our passion apart.
"It will, whether you like it or not."
Her eyes completely glazed over at that, reason and care falling away like leaves to a tree, leaving only intent behind.
She pulled the pants over my length, letting the beast dangle between her entrance, already slick with fluid.
I hissed upon contact, the sheer sensitivity of my dick taking me by surprise, but just like me, she showed no care, completely focused on satisfying her own desire.
My dick, having no choice but to lean up against her stomach due to its length, began to leak its own viscous liquid the more she grinded on its shaft, slowly but surely painting precum upon her soft flesh, and leaving it slick with my own growing desires.
Seeing no reason to continue with this unnecessary dance, I lifted her, drawing a yelp, before then turning that yelp into a silent scream as I forced her down my shaft, her walls and womb stretching to compensate for the sheer length and girth of it.
I relished the warmth her walls provided, while enjoying the sight of her eyes dancing between agony and sheer bliss, every thrust of my hips drawing either or each time.
She groaned, tears and snot leaking from her eyes and nose as her own gaze fell to her stomach, caught in a trance of watching her stomach painfully bulge as my dick forced its way into her gut, dragging her walls and womb with it.
I could feel myself drawing close to the finish line, the overly sensitive state of my dick ripping away any form of endurance I thought I had.
With a few more thrusts, each more forceful than the last, I let go, my dick budging and twitching in her gut as it released its seed into her womb, though I still had enough clarity to sterilize it with Cursed Energy before it left my body.
I had no plans of ever having children, and especially not with a woman so weak, but I had to give her credit where credit was due; she managed to stay conscious during it, so at the very least, she had the makings of someone strong.
Without warning, I pulled her off my cock, a groan between pain, relief, and more lust dancing in between its volume.
Her eyes, half-lidded and tired, slowly fell closed, uncaring of the semen leaking from her sore lips below, though, given the roughness, her entire gut was going to be sore for a week or two; I doubted she'd be able to walk for half a month at least, if not an entire month at most.
I forced blood out of my dick to get it to go down, simply because if I didn't, I don't think my temporary garbs would survive the attempt of putting them back on.
With one last glance at the woman, I turned, strode down the long hallway, and vanished, my goal: finding out where the fuck I was, and why I wasn't in the corridor of souls.
I could remember it with clear clarity, I had been bested, taken down by that parasitic brat and his friends, my ideology trampled, and my pride hurt; worst of all, that pathetic maggot had the gall to extend his hand, to offer salvation to someone like me.
It grated on my nerves and made my eyes twitch in anger, yet I could no longer dismiss that brat's goal, because, in the end, it was he who came out on top, even if he didn't do it by himself, he still beat me.
I sighed, the anger simmering down to a sizzle.
I came to a stop at a section, its walls missing as it led out into a large yard on both sides.
Stepping out, I found myself content with the moon's presence, its gaze peering down like a giant eye, illuminating the area in pale silver light.
I thought about the brat some more, thought about his way of things, and how it had been the end of me, and then an idea struck me, one that would frustrate and anger me to no end, but one that would also finally prove if his idea of power was any good to begin with, or if it was all rotten trash that had gotten lucky.
I smiled up.
"Fine then, Itadori Yuji, I'll play your game, and in the end, we'll see if your ideals are of any worth, or if they were just false promises wrapped in wool."
I'd prove to myself and to the world that the idea of united power was merely the delusions of madmen and social pariahs who just wanted to be something.
Power, Control, I'd rip down their goals by putting it into action, and seeing how far the idea can take me before it crashes and burns under its own ambition.
My thoughts were cut short when two people began to tumble down the hall from the direction I had come from. I could tell from the speech that they were drunk off there ass's.
"M-man -Hic- did you s-see -Hic- Niko? She got done IIIIINNNN! -Hic-"
The man's slurred speech grated at me, but I listened nonetheless, because I needed information. All I had right now was that I was in my True form, with some lacking features, such as the mouth on my stomach and my second face. I still had the tattoos on my eyes and arms, but I also noticed I was a bit taller than before, but only by a foot, putting me at nine feet tall.
Aside from that and the name of that room, I was running on nothing.
The shorter man answered, his speech more fluent than the others.
"Ya, I know right she ha, -Hic- had so much cum leaking out of her that it looked like she had been stuffed with fifty cocks at once, -Hic- but, I know it was that guy, the one with four arms and four eyes, -Hic- you know, the one that looked like he wanted to gut Metsu when he bumped him, heh, luc, -Hic- luckily, the bastard saved himself with that phenomenal luck again, -Hic- I wanna s, -Hic- say I was jealous, but looking at what he did to her, -Hic- I only feel pity for the poor girl, -Hic-."
Their conversation became irrelevant to me when they started talking about the intercourse I had with that girl I left back there, Niko, if I heard right, still, a dead end is a dead end, and I had no interest in seeing if I could turn that dead end into a path forward, so with a big leap, I jumped up onto the roof of the hall before continuing to follow it down.
I'd find someone to question, preferably someone who wasn't drunk off their ass, but I'd take what I could get if I had no other choice.
-2 Hours Later-
It took me a while, but after stopping a few dumbass's and a single sober woman, I'd gotten what I needed to know.
I was on an Island called Onigashima, and what was currently happening was the Fire Festival, a massive party that spanned seven days and seven nights, and was supplied directly by the Flower capital, but given the attire of these people and their actions themselves, I could smell the sweet scent of corruption a mile away.
The deduction was that the corrupt government was hiring these 'Beast Pirates,' as they like to call themselves, to wage war on others and just overall gather more power for themselves, but that was just my best guess, so whether any of that was true was currently beyond me.
Currently, I am looking for the room the woman pointed toward during our conversation, the one that supposedly had a few maps of both the capital and the areas around it.
I wanted to get a copy of both for a few reasons, the first being that I would need help getting around this place while I was still unfamiliar with it, and second, I'd need a map of 'My' new nation, because what's the fastest way of putting the brat's idea into action than having an entire nation behind you.
I'd just need to figure out how I was going to do that without pushback, because there would be no plan or nation without its people. I learned that the hard way back when I ruled a nation in the Heian Era.
As I continued walking in the direction I was pointed, I realized that the faint buzz I was hearing was no buzz at all, but a sea of people listening to music being played by some fat fuck with a hideous fashion sense, his round, ball-like body dancing to his own music as he hobbled side to side on small-ass legs.
I'd scoff, but I was too busy trying to wade through the people to get to the other side, and it was made all the more difficult due to the fact I couldn't just jump over everyone, reason being, there was a second floor just above me, and while it had room for me to jump, my height would have made it difficult to do anything beyond a hop or skip.
Sighing, I continued on, pushing and shoving people out of my way, much to their obvious displeasure, not that I cared, but those who shoved back ended up with one less finger than before. I'd butcher them, but I didn't really want the attention right now, so I had to settle for less.
My thoughts and walk were cut short when my foot tripped over something small.
Backtracking a step, I looked down, finding the pitiful sight of a young blue-haired girl lying on the floor, clutching her arm as silent tears slid down her face, agony beyond comprehension painting every single feature on her small, malnourished face.
Her gaze tilted upward, just for a moment, a single second, but that was all it took for me to see the true extent of the damage done to her.
Her lone midnight eye sat next to an empty burned socket, its red, crusted edges highlighting the deep burn wound that had likely taken it.
Her gaze slipped away from mine after that single second, her shaking hand falling over her broken arm once more as the tears went undisturbed
I blanked, my eyes going hazy as a small figure replaced the girl for a split second, one that held the same pink hair, and the same red eyes as me, his small body grotesque in the standard of old, four, paper thin arms, and four sockets, two empty, and two dead. The wound so grievous was something he had been forced into committing on himself by those who had despised him and wanted him to suffer, merely because he looked different.
The girl appeared once more, like an echoing ache that beat like a heart and hurt like a thorn.
I didn't even know what I was doing before I was already doing it, an arm, under my control, yet moving of its own will, grabbed the back of the girl's collar, before pulling her up and out of the crowd, right into my waiting pair of arms.
I hated that I had done this, that I had just done something I'd never have done if not for the brat, and only the brat, that stupid pink-haired brat and his stupid goal; it's the brat's fault that I was acting like this, nothing else, it was his fault, just... his fault, no one else's.
The girl didn't make a sound nor move as she sat in my lower arms; she just simply was, and if I held her just a bit closer, then, no, I didn't.
She made no qualms, no sound, no move, but I held her anyway, one of my free arms reaching under to caress the broken leg she had hidden, Cursed Energy pecking at the broken ligament before I could even tell it to stop.
I ignored the hitching of her breath as she slowly grew limp in my arms, the pain of bone realigning likely sending her into darkness.
I kept walking, making it out of the crowd a bit faster than I had anticipated, but with an uncontrollable glare on my face, one that I could not wipe no matter how much I pushed for it.
I was angry, and I was denying the reason why, so I did what was the most reasonable thing to do: curse out the one responsible for this situation anyway, Itadori Yuji. I'd gut him if I ever saw his face again.
Still, my course did not deviate from its original goal, the map room.
Even as people began to thin, and the halls grew quiet, deserted, I did not break stride, determined to make it to my destination.
A task that was eventually fulfilled as I came to a stop in front of one lone door, its wooden form dressed in a single plate that said, 'Wano.'
Without even thinking twice, the door was pushed open, the dust of the room stirring with its swing.
It was a mess to say the least, papers strewn all over the place, from the floor, shelves, and even somehow the ceiling, yet one thing lingered on my mind, which of these papers was the map, which of them was the single piece I needed to start my take over, which of them was the tool I'd use to pull the rug out from underneath everyone's feet.
I did not know, but with one hand free and an anger running deep into my blood, I'd find it, even if it meant burning everything else to the ground.
-1 Hour Later-
After searching everything, a single place hidden behind some boxes had yielded me my prize, its old and torn form a negligible fact in my eyes, because even a rusted blade could be used if the situation was dire enough.
Whether that situation was dire or not didn't really plague my mind as I left the room, its messy structure even worse than when I had first entered, not that I would ever care.
Setting my walk to a brisk pace, I went off searching for an exit, an unfamiliar type of excitement flowing through me as I looked down at the map.
'The Flower Capital' was written in bold directly above a drawn building on the map.
I didn't really care too much about the name, but I couldn't deny that for its name to be as such, it would have had to have been a very breathtaking place, if not awe-striking.
-30 Minutes Later-
It hadn't taken as long as the map, but eventually, I found the Exit, empty and silent.
You'd think for a gate into the biggest party on the rock, you'd at least have someone guarding the door.
Thinking on it while walking out, I snickered.
'No, given that everyone on this island was either drunk, fucking like rabbits, or dancing in some far corner of the island, I'd say it's pretty reasonable that they hadn't thought about putting someone at the front door.'
I thought of nothing else as I left the place behind, a fate I had no clue of, already weaving its webs into my life as I did so; there were only two ways this was going to go, one filled with death and blood, or one filled with life and unity, and while he strived for the second, he felt compelled to the first; he owed it far too much of his life to simply discard it.
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"Did you hear? They say the priest had a revelation."
The man who had spoken was old, a veteran of Wano's cruelty, yet even so, he smiled, not because he was happy, but because he had no choice.
The one he was speaking to was equally broken, yet also bearing the same smile as the man next to him, its presence unnerving to those who were not stuck
"Ya, Ya, I heard. Though I'm not sure how much I believe it. The last time he had one, he had said a group of 'Pirates,' of all things, would lead us to freedom, and now he's saying a man with four arms and four eyes was going to lead us to a better life? I think he's just mad at Orochi for killing his wife, so he's making these profits to fuck with the ugly bastard."
The man next to him laughed, but not because he wanted to.
"YA, but haven't you heard? This one might actually be true."
The pragmatic friend of the old smiling pair looked at his friend with confusion
"What do you mean?"
The first one continued.
"Remember the old tale about the 'Tetracheirid'?"
The pragmatic one raised a brow, memories of the old tale flooding back, drawing his eyes wide.
"The Four-armed sage?"
The erratic one nodded vigorously.
"That's right! They say that in three days, the sage will be here, and with him, a beast of Sky and a child of silence; the prophet said that when he arrives, chaos will follow, before peace will settle, leaving all in his great grasp safe from disaster."
The Pragmatic one laughed, his eyes betraying the sarcasm in his tone.
"Sure, we'll see if he's got the guts, but when he turns out to be just as disappointing as the last fool who tried, I won't say I told you so to spare your feelings.
The giddy one nodded, a faint sigh escaping his forced facade.
"That would be nice, old friend."
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Kurozumi Orochi
"What do you mean there's been another prophecy?!"
A nameless soldier knelt before the shogun of Wano, Orochi Kurozumi, and his message, that of the new story circulating in the capital, the one about the four-armed sage appearing in three days to liberate the people from their captors, whether they knew of the captors or not.
"So what, those stupid fools actually believed the last mental patient was enough to save them, and look what happened to him, hung from, a rope right in front of the crowd, I even made to hang his family right next to him just for a bit more incentive; I'm sure this new one will die all the same."
"Hai, Shogun-sama."
"Now scram! Your interrupting my Tea time! And don't come back to me with such useless information again or I'll have you hung ."
Without a word the soldier left, leaving the royal head alone, and oblivious to his future fate.
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Ryomen Sukuna
The beach had been the place I had set up camp for the night, because as of this moment, there were no ships leading off the island, and a strange instinctual aversion to the waters edge made me weary of trying to jump or swim across, so now, I was waiting for morning to get the next ship off this rock.
But in the meantime I had began to fix the girls arm, her leg having been fixed a few hours ago; there were still something that needed to be looked over, but for right now, I was focusing on the wounds that were most painful in my opinion , though I had a bad feeling about the wound on the girls neck, because while it was jagged and red, it was scared over, meaning it had already healed itself over some time, which further meant that if the girl wanted it fixed, I'd have to reveres the wound back to when she first got it, which could be tricky, as there were quite a few major blood vessels hidden in the necks muscles, and that's not even mention the fact that her vocals were basically spot on with the wounds correspondence, meaning, her deliberant quite might not be as deliberate as I first thought.
It would make sense, as it would explain why she wasn't whimpering or screaming like a normal child would when I found her; she just couldn't.
I sighed, my sluggish control over my Cursed Energy causing this quick process to stretch into hours.
I needed to figure out why it was fighting me, and soon, because if I couldn't, I may not last long enough to see the boys idea crumble before me, and I definitely couldn't miss that.
Looking up at the sky, I couldn't help but wonder why all of this was happening mere hours after my very first loss in history.
I chuckled, looking back down at the sleeping child, but maybe that was just it, a fitting fate for the loser, dammed by himself to follow in the path of the victor.
"Hey brat, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but if you can, then know this, I will win, and your dream will burn, just watch; it happens every time someone like you shows up."
I didn't know who I was talking too halfway through my words, whether that be the child Infront of me, or the child above me, but I did know that I was going to show them, that Ryomen Sukuna never losses.
It was at that very moment that someone appeared, his gruff tone irritating my ears.
"There you are, Rownin, Ulti's been looking for you, now get your ass in there so I can get back to not having King breathing down my neck about her tantrums."
I gave the mask wearing man a once over, unimpressed by his attire.
"And you are?"
The red mask wearing man paused, his eyes behind yellow lenses in the mask narrowing a fraction.
He was quite for moment before he spoke once more, this time, his voice filled with more caution than demand.
"Good question... who are you indeed?"
I smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know."