Okuku
For centuries, Kenjaku had pursued only one purpose: to mold the cursed world in his image. Encarting body after body, manipulating events from the shadows, I had tried everything: clans, curses, hybrids, reincarnations ... and yet, something always was missing. The chaos. The perfect nucleus. Sukuna was that nucleus. But Sukuna was no longer his. What Kenjaku did not expect to find was an echo. Not a reincarnation, not a sealed spirit ... but a descendant. A true one. One who carried his blood, not his soul: Vicente Ryomen, a young mestizo raised in Spain, exiled in Japan, rejected by his own lineage, without fully understanding the weight he carried. But Kenjaku knew from the first moment he saw it: the flow of his cursed energy was as pure as that of Sukuna in life. It was not a copy ... It was a direct branch, a spark that could light the world again. and Kenjaku didn't want to eliminate it. Not this time. I loved him inside him. * * * Chapter 2: The meeting Ken
About Okuku
For centuries, Kenjaku had pursued only one purpose: to mold the cursed world in his image. Encarting body after body, manipulating events from the shadows, I had tried everything: clans, curses, hybrids, reincarnations ... and yet, something always was missing. The chaos. The perfect nucleus. Sukuna was that nucleus. But Sukuna was no longer h...Read more