The first time he had killed people, he felt surprisingly little, though back then he had been considered a child, and it was in defense of his brother. But the second, third, and onwards – there was still nothing. Sukuna had been a little perplexed by the fuss, for it felt more like extinguishing some ants from a colony instead of the big deal people made it out to be. He knew his twin would be upset, but that was part of the main reason he had abandoned the school, instead branching out on his own. Perhaps his teacher had been right; being together like they were was limiting them both.
As he heard a voice passively seeming to merely comment on his handiwork (self defense was an almost easy claim here; these people were a little too weak), lips curled into a scowl. There, a tall blond man was clearly the one orchestrating this mess of a force, everyone panicked and desperate. The teenager supposed there needn’t be cursed spirits around with a group like this.
“This pathetic force is yours?” The summer heat was warm; the bloodspray he had been under was just as warm, all smothering and humid and hot. It was putting him into a bad mood, the number of ants. Be it sorcerer, spirit, or civilian, if they stood in his way he had decided to eliminate them. However this affair was particularly noisy, crescendoing from a simple, albeit irritating, run-in to what was outright a massacre.
“I don’t seem to recall being brought in for extermination. Do it yourself if you want to ditch them.”
Formerly lounging atop the highest building in the deep mountain town, he laughs and descends to closer overlook his guest. Dressed in strong colors and semi-formal cuts and sunglasses, the blonde was well out of place this deep in rural Japan. The entire town had long since been forced into the streets for his private evening performance, the teenage sorcerer initially ignored as the population was so involved in their murder games. Guns and knives, hammers and bats, anything that might be used as a weapon was wielded by the weeping, screaming, and catatonic.
"Consider them an interactive stage show." Laughing in airs he gestures as he speaks, a number of victims turning in unison to dance and slice their partner's throat. "Weren’t you? That’s too bad, it would have made for an even better finale.” He surveys the impressive amount of death Sukuna had already rendered on his own, amused and most importantly intrigued. The human weapons and some structures were cut cleanly apart, while the bodies themselves were pummeled and battered to death, the occasional tool turned against them. Truly the boy thought little more of them than insects reaching for his feet.
"Fufufu... but you see that's not quite as fun as having them do it to themselves, and they'd been doing it so nicely- but now you're here, interupting that... It's only right that you finish the job that you started."