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Small edit was made for the prologue! Mister Barista was given a name! It'll be useful for context later in the story!

Unknown Thoughts (Prologue)

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Romance / Eventual Smut

Part 1

The rich smell of coffee filled the morning air, overlapping chatter and bustling as people prepared for their own lives. Some late and rushed, others taking their time and enjoying the chilling breeze that blew between the open windows of the small coffee shop. This was the way she liked to spend the early hours after sunrise. Her fingertips dancing over the keys of her laptop between sips of the sweetly bitter drink at her side.

A sudden presence at her left drew her attention and the girl pushed the headphones back to rest on her shoulders. A tall man with warm brown eyes, peered down at her. His uniform hugged his body in the most delightful ways, accenting the bulk of his arms under the rolled up sleeves of his button up, and the name ‘Thomas’ written neatly on the tag pressed to his chest. “What’re you writing today?” The friendly barista smiled and took a seat in front of the writer, a mug settled warmly in between his palms as his eyes glistened with interest.

“Oh,” the author looked at the screen briefly to skim over what she had absentmindedly written, “I’m still coming up with ideas for my new work. Writing doesn’t come easily to me, unfortunately.” She hummed in mild embarrassment, a pit of nervousness in her stomach at the thought of the sweet barista asking her to read the unthought words as he usually did.

“Read it to me? Maybe I can help you come up with something.”

“I don’t know. It’s not very good.”

“Oh come on, your writing is always good, Gin.”

A small defeated sigh left the girl’s lips, “Fine, just don’t be too harsh.” She hesitated before scrolling to the top of the page and reading the half hearted love story she conjured up in her head. As someone who had never felt the kind of love she wanted to write about, it was bound to fail. But when she glanced up, she saw Thomas’ expression turn into one of serious thought. Not a word was spoken as she read the few paragraphs she managed to jot down and at the end of it, an even longer moment of silence was shared. “I told you, it’s not very good.”

“No,” a small sip from his coffee and a comfortable lean back into his seat, “It’s just not very realistic. Have you ever thought about somebody like that? It sounds more like what you see in movies or read in books. A bit cliche.”

“I told you not to be harsh.” she sighed heavily and leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate her own drink, “To answer your question, no, I haven’t. Maybe I should choose a different topic..” That wasn’t entirely a lie. She’d been in love before, but it was nothing like what was glorified, nothing like what she wanted to write about. Her experience was painful, and draining.

“Do you have a deadline?”

She laughed abruptly, this man who she’d talked to every morning for the last three months still thought she was a professional of some kind. As much as Ginger wished to publish her own book, it was never going to happen and she knew that. Of course she didn’t have a deadline, no one was anticipating anything from her. “Nah, but I would like to actually finish something.”

“What about your other stuff? Why don’t you finish one of those?”

“You read them, they’re going nowhere.”

“Not if you don’t work on them. Not everything has to be perfect, Ginger,” with a quick glance at his watch, the barista finished his drink and stood, “Sorry, I gotta get back. Think about it. You have a lot of potential to come up with something great, but you’ll never know how great it could be without letting it out into the world.” and just like that he was gone.

He always said the same thing, but none of that was actually helpful to Ginger’s writing. No constructive criticism or advice, just “keep working on it.” With a disgruntled huff, she fixed her attention out the window, hoping to find some kind of inspiration but with the morning busyness dying down, the empty street served as a reminder of how boring her life truly was. There was nothing worth writing about. Nothing remotely interesting for people to tune into. Pulling her headphones back on, she shut the godforsaken laptop and slipped it back into her bag. Obviously this little coffee shop wasn’t giving her the motivation she so desperately craved, but where could she go? What could she do?

As she walked down the street in the direction of her home, she pondered on the stories she’s heard of how people motivated themselves. The idea of painting in a park could be the spark of inspiration she needed. But just the thought of sitting in wet grass, or the weird looks she’d receive. The regular little ball of anxiousness burned familiarly in her stomach and it made her hesitate. Maybe she should do something else, go get a good book or go watch a random film. But the image of doing it alone… Would people think she was weird for it? What if it was just a waste of time and money. Maybe she should just go home.

Deep in thought and with music playing loudly in her ears, Ginger didn’t realize that the sweet barista had followed her until she felt the warm touch on her shoulder and met the familiar brown eyes of the only person who had given a second thought to her childish writings. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, he must’ve run after her. Her curiosity peaked and suddenly her full attention was on him, but he visibly hesitated. “Did I forget something? I thought I grabbed everything.”

“No, no,” he started and scratched the back of his neck, “It’s just, I was thinking. My buddy got himself a gig with a pretty big artist and gave me some tickets to their show this weekend. I don’t have anyone to go with me and I feel like we’re pretty good friends after the last few months,” He rambled nervously and while her stomach churned apprehensively, her heart raced, “Anyway. Do you want to go with me?”

How should she respond? A concert? She’d never been to one, what if he didn’t enjoy her company? What if she fucked up what little relationship they had? Would she have to find a new coffee shop?

As if reading her anxieties on her face, the man smiled and his body relaxed, “It’s nothing serious, Gin. I thought it could be helpful to relax a bit. It could give you ideas for your stories. And I noticed how you’re always listening to music so I thought it could be fun. If you want, that is. And if you don’t want to go at all, I completely understand, it was super last minute any–”

“Who’s the artist?”

His lips curled back into the brightest smile Ginger had ever seen, this man, this sweet barista who had never demanded anything of her in exchange for his unconditional kindness. Now he nervously invited her out for her own benefit. “He’s an Australian artist, Irvin Iris. Have you heard of him?” Had she heard of him? Was he serious? Irvin was the artist she listened to most often, hell, she was listening to his music up until this very moment. She didn’t even realize she had frozen from the shock until she saw the large hand of the barista swinging in front of her eyes, “Ginger?”

“I’ll go.” His doe-like eyes glistened as his entire face lit up, obviously happy that she had agreed, “I’ll have you know that he’s god sent.” the man laughed with a playful eye-roll. “I’m not joking. God sent.”

“I should get back but tell me more about it tomorrow?” She was left with butterflies as she watched the man run back to the coffee shop, a feeling she didn’t know if she liked or not. Only time would tell. For now she should just focus on her writings and inspiration, or lack thereof. She intended to go home, but she held too much excitement to be cooped up behind a desk the rest of the afternoon, so she decided to go find herself a book to devote herself to. Something that would give ideas to her own work. Finally making her way through the library doors was much less scary than her mind had told her. There weren’t eyes on her and the quiet bustle inside the building reminded her of her mornings at the coffee shop, filling her with warmth and ease. Now all she had to do was find something to read.

The isles of the literature failed to draw her attention, skimming from cover to cover, nothing stood out. Until, “Rise of Bliss.” The words written caught her eye and Ginger took the hefty novel to a quiet corner. While she didn’t intend it, this book occupied her thoughts for the rest of the week, she was hooked. It inspired some of her writing as the love story was one of passion and drama, things she wanted desperately to write about. Though she found her own writing to be a cheap knock off despite the gentle barista’s insistence that it was good. Still, she found herself addicted to this story, reading and rereading it until she felt like she was the protagonist herself and it gave to her own story.

Ginger found herself bewitched the story, gushing about every little detail to the sweet barista. So much so, she assumed that he was tired of it after the fifth conversation. She couldn’t help it, everytime she reread the story she found little details or completely new meanings to the characters. Her perspectives on character’s and their actions changed drastically the more she read the art between the hard covers of that book.

The weekend came unexpectedly as Ginger had completely forgotten about the concert somehow, Irvin had been a staple in her life for as long as she could remember and seeing him in front of her, in the flesh. Singing for her. Her stomach churned and she felt the sudden need to vomit now that she pictured it, but in the best of ways. Even as she prepared for the event, dancing along as she dried off after a shower, singing into her hairbrush, and as she slipped on her shoes. She used Irvn’s music to feed into her fantasy and pictured him as the male lead in Rise of Bliss. He was what she pictured when she read it and she was terrifyingly excited to see him perform. Her phone screen lit up with a small text from her date and she knew it was time to leave. Ginger had told herself not to worry. She wasn’t the main character in the novel, there was no need to put so much expectation onto her idol. He was there to perform for his fans, she’d be another face in the crowd, and that thought brought her enough comfort to leave her house with anticipation instead of dread.

From across the street she could see the crowd forming around the venue and while it was overwhelming, it made her happy to know she wasn’t alone in her love for the artist. She fidgeted waiting for the crossing to change in her favor and she allowed the music in her headphones to sooth her anxiousness for the time being. The night air was refreshing and it made her feel like she was in a movie, it made it easier for her to breathe. Another text, ‘I see you!’ and a picture of Ginger with her attention fixed on her phone. She looked shabby in the photo and being surrounded by fans dressed up for Irvin made her self conscious of her attire. Maybe she should have dressed nicer. But the instant she met the sweet barista’s eyes, he just looked happy to see her. It made her heart flutter as he waved in excitement across the road. Even now, under the city lights and surrounded by crowds of people, his beautiful brown eyes immersed in her. He only saw her. The light changed and she finally felt her mind fall silent as she fixated on him and, with a bracing breath, crossed the pavement.

The lights were blinding, her body ached and burned. Ginger was sure she could see people above her but she couldn’t hear anything aside from the horrendous high pitched ringing in her ears. She tried to speak but she felt liquid flooding her throat. What happened? Those brown eyes, once so excited to see her. The one’s she’d grown accustomed to seeing in warmth with a smile, they looked so panicked now. He looked afraid. Of her? For her? She tried to make any sound, any movement to show her barista that she was okay. She hated seeing him so afraid, she wanted nothing more than to see that sweet smile he always gave her. Ginger’s body felt heavy, every touch she managed stung as shards of glass imbedded themselves into her skin. Was she run over? She never saw a car. But today was her first concert, her first date, her book. Terror filled her chest as the realization hit her, she would die without accomplishing a single thing.

||A/N:

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this prolog to my new story, please consider giving me some feedback or support! Please be kind and constructive!

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thepersonperson · 5 months ago

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Backstory theory for Sukuna? I wanted to say Kenjaku and Tengen too but let's just stick with Sukuna for the sake of your sanity

(Written as of JJK 262 using TCB scans and raws. Click images for captions/citations. I want to see how poorly or well this ages.)

I already kind of went into how I think Sukuna’s birth occured answering this ask, and we know for a fact he was born as an unwanted little wretch. But that's not really a full backstory. I was a conjoined twin truther before the reveal so I'm definitely deranged confident enough to propose something.

What is Sukuna's deal anyways?

When I say Sukuna and Gojo are twin flames, I'm referring to how their internal logic and their narrative framing are very similar. For this reason, I believe how they respond to trauma is also similar.

Much of early JJK is a different reread knowing Gojo's specific trauma. His use of the childish Boku as his personal pronoun, his obsession with sweets, having Infinity on all the time, his avoidant attachment style, and his fierce desire to ensure teens enjoy their youth...all these little trauma-induced quirks hidden in plain sight, sometimes as humor, are now depressing reminders of what Gojo went through. You also start to see how paranoid he is about another Toji incident with how he treats Miguel and Hanami...

Sukuna's backstory has probably been set up in the exact same way. It's likely that most of Sukuna's actions and attitude are influenced by some unrevealed/hinted at trauma. Since he and Gojo are twin flames, I'll try to piece it together using Gojo as the blueprint.

Sukuna's Way of Speaking

In the same way Gojo's manner of speaking is unusual for his age, Sukuna speaks really weird even compared to other incarnated sorcerers. If you're not aware, Japanese pronouns do not carry gender, but they do indicate how the speaker views themself and the person they're talking to. (This wiki summary table is quite helpful for this sort of thing.)

Sukuna's personal pronoun is 俺 (Ore) which is very informal, rough, and masculine. And he uses お前 (Omae) as the you pronoun for others which is either a casual thing amongst peers or indicates the speaker's higher status. (It's probably the later given how arrogant Sukuna is.) These are also the same pronouns Yuji uses for himself and others. But because of his personality, we can infer that Yuji uses Ore because he's a sporty boy from the countryside and Omae because he's friendly and views everyone as equals. Same pronouns, but completely different characterizations that get lost in translation.

Sukuna also uses 貴様 (Kisama) as the you pronoun for Gojo. Historically, this was a formal way to show respect and then it evolved into an ironic hostile insult sort of thing, much more rude than Omae. Since Sukuna is 1,000 years old, uses Omae for Yuji, who he hates, we can reasonably assume him using Kisama for Gojo is the formal version. (This would be another very funny instance of Gojo thinking Sukuna hates him but he’s actually trying to be nice.)

All of Sukuna's pronoun usage combined with his personality suggests a very tough and rude individual, which he is. However that rough speaking style is exactly why his frequent use of flowery language, double entendre, clever wordplay, art references, and puns is bizarre.

The weird way in which Sukuna uses words is most known by how he speaks to Megumi during their fight at the detention center. (I'm paraphrasing all this person's translation work for this.)

Sukuna uses the phrase "misetemiro" which is commonly translated as "show me/show me what you’ve got". The caveat here is that the "mi" of "misetemiro" can be written as 見 or 魅. When using 見, translating as "show me" is most accurate. When using 魅? The better translation is "bewitch me/enchant me/charm me/fascinate me".

Sukuna, of course, uses 魅, which means he's saying "enchant me" when he uses "misetemiro". It should be noted that this exact phrasing is used for Mahoraga before it cuts off Gojo's arm. (This is apparently what what Sukuna finds to be enchanting. Violence against Gojo Satoru.)

The thing is, Megumi heard Sukuna say "misetemiro", so he likely assumed the common meaning "show me". This is either a case unintentional misunderstanding or Sukuna making his true feelings dubious. That in of itself is the best example of the double-meaning wordplay Sukuna gets up to.

Sukuna seems to be really fond of puns in particular (very old man of him). He calls Yuji 小僧 (kozō) which can be translated as brat, but it also means young/novice monk.

He also uses extremely outdated words. (An example of which was provided by this user.)

You have all of these conflicting speaking mannerisms balled up into one character. It's as if a gangster/ruffian majored in Literature Arts. And that’s precisely why I think he was of low status at birth.

Sukuna's Upbringing

We all know Gojo's Limitless Cursed Technique (CT) is a literal and metaphorical barrier between him and other people. His technique is his isolation. And how it developed informs us directly of how his interpersonal relationships changed with it.

Back when Gojo only had Blue and Infinity had to be manual, it meant that he had downtimes where he was vulnerable. That physical vulnerability doubled as emotional vulnerability and Gojo was able to form a close relationship with Geto and befriend Shoko. After he awakened, Infinity could be on nonstop. Gojo became untouchable to everyone at all times and it destroyed his relationships.

In the same way Gojo's CT compliments his changes from child to adult, I believe Sukuna's CT does the same.

As we all know by now, Sukuna's Shrine or 御厨子 (mizushi) could be referring to a Buddhist shrine used for storage or a imperial palace kitchen. I think it’s both at the same time. To me Sukuna's CT indicates he initially cooked for the emperor and then became an object of worship at a shrine. But I have some additional caveats to this theory.

We know that Sukuna learns by mimicking others. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say he picked up on formalities while being near nobility if he was of low birth. But how did a lowborn like Sukuna get near nobility in the first place?

So historical Japan had a social caste system called Ritsuryō (you can read more about its application in the Heian Era here). The upper class was called Ryōmin (good citizens) and the lower class was called Senmin (low citizens). Amongst the lower class there are the following subcastes:

Ryōko (dedicated to the imperial family or guards of imperial tombs)

Kanko (dedicated to public ministries)

Kenin (servants of high-ranking families)

Kunuhi (slaves of the court)

Shinuhi (slaves of families)

I think Sukuna was a Kunuhi or court slave during his time as an imperial cook. That would give him access to the higher art forms directly or by listening in while also explaining why his speech appears to be a mesh of two completely different backgrounds. (If he were of noble birth, his personal pronoun would likely be Watashi, Waga, or even Ware-Ware like most snobby upper class characters in Japanese media.)

Another trait of the slave class is their forbiddance from having a registered family name. Both Sukuna and Uraume use full names as a show of respect. The fact they only use single names for each other suggests that they have no family names at all and fall under this low class category.

The other thing to note about this caste system is that class mobility in both directions was possible. To what extent I'm not sure (there’s not a lot of in depth literature in English), but this would allow for Sukuna to rise from a lowborn status and fall back to it as the Disgraced One.

In summary:

Sukuna is born and branded an undesirable. (Some of his tattoos match up with markings for both criminals and outcasts. Particularly the single band around the wrist labeled Hinin, a term that translates to non-human used for the lowest social class.)

Sukuna is taken into slavery where his talents start to show. (Durable, 4 limbs, and quick learning make for great labor exploitation.)

Sukuna, as a slave, eventually finds himself working in the kitchen for the emperor where he meets Uraume, who is there under similar circumstances. (Heian nobles were fascinated by commoner life and sometimes took peasants into the palace for entertainment/exploitation. Please read this entire thread on Heian commoner life it’s very good.)

They rise through the ranks together because of hypercompetence.

Eventually Sukuna becomes so strong that he becomes an involuntary saint/warrior monk. (Heian nobles mobilized monks for rituals and maintaining power.)

The court nobles start a smear campaign out of fear of his power and lowly upbringing, which causes Sukuna to have his Joker moment and start eating people. (Based on the mythological Sukuna stories.)

Sukuna's Theoretical Coping Mechanisms

After Gojo endured the fallout from Toji and Geto, he developed coping mechanisms to deal with it. They're all quite unhealthy to be frank—Gojo is very stuck in the past and seems to be in a near-constant state of trying to relive it, but better.

Those traits were all initially introduced as gags. It all made Gojo appear like a very strange, childish, and questionable adult. In retrospect it's all tragic. So with that in mind, I want to examine some of Sukuna's traits that could be a manifestation of past trauma.

It goes without saying that being a slave is traumatic. And the coping mechanisms developed to deal with that level of dehumanization don't go away if someone escapes it.

Sukuna's extreme aversion to being told what to do and self-centeredness reminds me of the ex-slave character, Izutsumi from Dungeon Meshi. She starts out as a slave paraded around as a circus freak after being experimented on before she's sold to a wealthy clan and forced to be a retainer. A curse is placed on her to keep her from escaping in the form of a tattoo around her neck. When she finally frees herself, she is very cat-like in her selfishness, poorly socialized, and abrasive. (Also she is canonically aroace!)

If you noticed, her personality sounds like a description of Sukuna's, so I'm left thinking he has some variation of that backstory (kind of like a combination of Toji and Geto's). It would fit with him being an unwanted child, explain his bizarre manner of speech, and give him a pretty good reason to be the way that he is.

In the same way Gojo used Hanami to relive his trauma but control the outcome, I think Sukuna uses Binding Vows relive and conquer his enslavement. The vows he constantly makes and breaks with himself are a show of control over thing that hurt him.

When binding vows are first introduced, it's by Sukuna and with chains. In the anime the chains constrict Sukuna until they destroy him.

This imagery is rather oppressive in nature. Similar to a prisoner's chains or a slave's chains. (And it's quite common for prisoners to be used for slave labor too.)

I've previously discussed how I view Kenjaku as someone who exists through nonconsent and causes others to relive their trauma. Gojo's sealing illustrates how this kind of manipulation works. And since Gojo's twin flame is Sukuna, I believe Kenjaku did something similar to him.

We've already established how much Sukuna hates taking orders from people and how much he wants to fight Gojo. Everything he has done for the past 6 months was for Gojo. And guess who stops him from obtaining what he desires? Kenjaku through a binding vow.

Sukuna also calls Yuji an 檻 (ori) which can be translated as cage. The type of "cage" ori can refer to is either one for animals or for criminals. Kenjaku pretty much created Yuji to contain Sukuna in this manner.

So we have 2 forms of restriction encroach on Sukuna's boundaries in a way that would be reminiscent of slavery. If Sukuna and Uraume are former slaves, their treatment of Kenjaku and each other makes sense.

With Uraume, Sukuna is gentle and reassuring. He faces towards them when speaking and will initiate conversations, going out of his way to praise their work. This seems a bit out of character given how harshly Sukuna treats others, even those he respects.

Uraume is constantly apologizing to Sukuna in a way that suggests in the past they were punished severely for the slightest mess up. Given their relationship and how little Sukuna cares when they're not perfect, I don't think Sukuna was the one to make Uraume feel this way. If they're ex-slaves, this constant groveling would read as trauma response, and Sukuna's reassurance would be him showing consideration for someone who went through something similar.

With Kenjaku, Sukuna never makes eye contact, often has his back turned, and only responds when spoken to. Uraume is constantly pissed at Kenjaku's presence and tries to keep the two separate as much as possible.

Whatever binding vow Kenjaku has wrapped Sukuna in is clearly upsetting to the both of them. I imagine those were the tools used to subjugate people within the Jujutsu hierarchy. Wait I don't need speculate on that point, Yuta already did this for me when he was forced to execute Yuji via a binding vow with the higher ups.

And you know who else might have suffered the exact same way? Uro.

And boy is Uro strikingly similar to Sukuna, enough for Yuta to notice. She had no name, was groomed into being a weapon by nobles, discarded after being used, and is now someone who toys with sorcerers as she tries to become her own person while scorning bonds/love.

And if you recall, Sukuna obliterated the Fujiwara Subjugation Clan and Uro isn't really mad at him for that.

Not just Uro, but Ryu is similar to Sukuna as well in his hunger and seeing others as meals to satisfy him.

These parallels seem deliberate and may hint of how Sukuna was treated in the past and what his true motivations are. Uro seeing the incarnation as a chance at a second life as her own person is probably how Sukuna feels. But you know. Both of them are beholden to Kenjaku so that “freedom” came with a steep price.

What separates Uro and Ryu from Sukuna is that they acknowledge exactly why they're here. They reflect on their old lives and take action to address their problems. Sukuna seems to be in some kind of state of denial.

I have no doubt Sukuna is serious when his ideals don't go beyond himself. What's troubling is how unaware of why he feels this way. He won't even acknowledge his hunger for an equal which is obvious to everyone else. He also doesn't seem to know why he incarnated, dodging Kashimo’s question on it entirely. It reminds me of Gojo, who despite being blatantly motivated by Geto and Toji, never shows it except in fleeting instances. And those instances are either internal or deliberately vague to whoever is hearing it.

I think this is because acknowledging he experienced weakness at one point in his life is admitting that he can be put in a position like that again. That can be a scary thing to confront. Gojo doesn't deal with the fact he can be made vulnerable and does everything in his power to prevent it while pretending nothing is wrong. Sukuna is doing the same thing when speaks of the past as briefly as possible and crushes anyone who might have power over him.

Uro herself kind of puts that motivating trauma in the back of her mind until Yuta's Fujiwara heritage and ideas trigger her. Not wanting to recall your life as a nameless slave and having it incidentally brought up by the phrase "live for others" kind of sounds like the beef Sukuna has with Yuji.

And imagine if Uro was trapped in Yuta’s body, where this lucky individual, born free, decides to become a Cog of his own volition. She would probably never stop hating him. (I think Sukuna is mad Yuji chose the life he escaped.)

This would also fit well with his initial view of heriarchies. As long as he's the strongest, he doesn't have to worry about becoming a slave again.

And in a way, this is also him showing concern for Gojo. You’re this strong and letting these fudgers push you around? Kill them.

I also think that's why this Yuji quote is going to age poorly.

I don't think Sukuna ever had the chance to live normally. This would also make this exchange really interesting.

Sukuna suggesting he has suffered more than Yuji fascinates me. Of all the things that could possibly be worse than what Yuji went through, I think existing as a slave and being subject to discrimination since childhood would make for a pretty compelling case.

Rejecting Love as Cope

I’ve been on about how Sukuna hates on love as a cope in other posts. I think the former slave angle gives a little more weight to this idea, his poor social skills, and general aversion to other people.

Love is a type of tethering to another person. Sometimes it results in marriage, a legal contract that binds you to another with a myriad of social expectations. If Sukuna is a former slave, his aversion to that sort of thing is only natural. Relationships of anykind are a bond that comes with restrictions.

I keep bringing up Yorozu because analyzing the ways in which she upsets Sukuna is useful for understanding him. Sukuna is most dead-eyed when marriage comes up and he sees losing as the same thing as death. The common problem here is Yorozu’s desire to control Sukuna’s life.

If you know anything about ex-slaves, it’s that they would rather die than go back to that.

Sukuna being the strongest means that no one can ever hold that kind of power over him again. And like Gojo, he believes human connections and love are a point of weakness that need to be discarded to obtain absolute strength. If Gojo is using that excuse to run away from others, Sukuna is using it too.

Despite rejecting all forms of love for the sake of self-preservation, Sukuna expresses cravings for it in very roundabout ways. Usually with how he mocks it.

Another puntastic bit of foreshadowing with Sukuna and Yuji’s binding vow, Enchain also doubles as a discussion about love.

Here's a link to the full poem and context of it.

In summary, it’s about a soldier who is on the brink of death, having lost nearly everything after being abandoned by those in power, lamenting the happiest days of his life with his love are ones he can never get back. (Kind of sounds like how Sukuna ruins Yuji’s life.)

Sukuna canonically reads literature about love and he will use that knowledge to torment people. That’s pretty interesting for someone who hates it. There’s also the underlying theme of exploitation and discardment in this poem that reflects how Jujutsu Society treats sorcerers. And in both cases, the strength to survive and love can’t be had.

Sukuna calls Kashimo greedy for wanting both. But much much earlier Sukuna warns Yuji that there are consequences for being greedy.

I really wonder why he believes that.

Jujutsu Society and Labor Exploitation

The other interesting thing about Izutsumi is how aimless she is after learning the modifications to her body are irreversible despite obtaining freedom. She simply doesn’t know what to do with this. And that makes sense. Grand ambitions take a backseat when all you know is surviving. Her development involves slowly learning how build relationships with others that aren’t exploitative and coping with the permanent changes to her body. And it only comes about because the people she finds herself with are other social weirdos who give her the space and time to change.

That’s what seems to be the problem with Sukuna. He doesn’t have a space within sorcerer or non-sorcerer society where he’ll be accepted and won’t be exploited. But I don’t need to tell you that, Nanami will.

He’s miserable as a sorcerer or not. Might as well pick the one he is good at.

Later he recounts exactly what made him come back.

And if you noticed, his listlessness after escaping Jujutsu and “I always thought that having a 'purpose in life' had nothing to do with me” is very similar to Sukuna’s boredom and “I'd never though about it. ...Ideals. Desires that go beyond oneself”.

It’s weird that Nanami and Sukuna have similar realizations about their place in society while arriving at completely different ways to deal with it. I think that’s intentional.

From an interview with Gege:

"If there was one thing worth mentioning, it's that no one has the ultimate truth. The “good guys” and the “bad guys”. Some seek to kill the hero out of pure selfishness, but others are led to this decision by logical reasoning. If no one is really right, then no one is wrong either. Each character is guided by their own ethics."

I've interpreted this quote as the author telling me to consider the characters as having similar motivations, but completely different methodologies and logic driving their actions. With that in mind, I have concluded the following:

Every single character that’s kind of insane has recognized the same problem. Japanese work culture sucks. It grinds you to dust, leaves you with no freetime, and even corrodes your identity under the guise of collectivism. “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.” is the go-to Japanese proverb to justify conformity to this suffering. Uro calls it out exactly.

Toji and Maki are beaten into place, used as scapegoats, and isolated by their families for being born wrong and staining the Zenin reputation by existing. Toji decided the solution was killing sorcerers and leaving Jujutsu society. Maki decided the solution was killing her family (she did nothing wrong) and building a better Jujutsu society with allies.

Geto, Nanami, and Gojo all broke from overwork that isolated them and never allowed them to grieve. Geto decided the solution was killing non-sorcerers and leaving Jujutsu society. Nanami decided the solution was leaving Jujutsu society and doing non-sorcerer work. Gojo decided the solution was reforming Jujutsu society and eventually killing the higher ups (based).

So despite all these different solutions, some of which are indefensible, I understand exactly why they became that way. They’re dealing with labor exploitations and dehumanization without the theoretical framework to be productive about it. (Gojo is the closest person to discovering what a union is.)

Geto snapped from a single traumatic event coupled with the knowledge that his labor would be exploited until he joined the mountain of sorcerers’ corpses. Though he was introduced as a mass murdering lunatic, there were always hints of how badly he wanted sorcerers to be free of exploitation. (Karl Marx could’ve saved him.)

Sukuna experiencing the most egregious form of labor exploitation, slavery would fit into these themes nicely I think. It's the ultimate form of dehumanization—becoming a literal commodity for people to sell, trade, and break. (And him deciding to be this wild about it would be understandable to me at least because I truly believe in the John Brown solution for slaveowners.)

Sukuna is fond of Megumi, Maki, Gojo, and Jogo. Megumi was sold by his father to a clan, the Zenins tried to make Maki subservient for being female, Gojo was bossed around and run ragged by the higher ups, and Jogo was puppetted around by Kenjaku. All of these characters are powerful individuals that for one reason or another were shafted by societal constraints that had them exploited by others weaker than them. Since Sukuna likes people similar to him, it's not a stretch to assume he’s recognizing their hurt as his own.

And just like Geto, instead of abolishing the hierarchy that subjugated him, Sukuna has chosen to sit atop it to escape. But unlike Geto, Sukuna doesn't dream of a world where he enforces it. (The guy clearly hates having responsibilities and doesn't want to be a ruler. He just wants to do what he wants whenever he wants. You know, having freedom.)

Sukuna existed within a society where it was acceptable to own people if you were strong enough. The fact he treats Uraume, a voluntary servant, so well and refuses to keep slaves speaks volumes. Sukuna may live for himself but he clearly has some form of ethics about it.

Wait, what about Megumi’s subjugation?

Well, sometimes people are hypocrites. Nanami, Mr. Would’ve Loved Unions and outspoken labor critic, is content with pushing all the work onto Gojo, who has suffered in the exact same way he has.

Maybe it’s resentment for his Gojo’s birth making curses stronger and therefore harder to deal with. Maybe he sees Gojo as everything wrong with Jujutsu and is lashing out. The point is, I don’t know why Nanami made the exception to his rules for Gojo and that’s why I’m clueless on where Megumi fits into this theory.

I’m not sure if Sukuna intends to keep Megumi as a puppet forever. For the sake of his own entertainment, he’ll probably release him after ingesting his final finger if Yuji can’t separate them first. And in a very twisted way, his treatment of Megumi could also be seen as a cruel training regiment. Sukuna thinks suffering and isolation brings strength. That’s how he’s justifying whatever happened to him.

But on the other hand, maybe he won’t. Because now Megumi has the blueprint for surpassing him. Defeat means being a slave again and Sukuna can’t have that.

#cactus yaps #I’m so excited to see how off I’ll be.#Sukuna was definitely exploited in the past. I’ll stake a toenail on it.#It seems that exploitation scales with power so whatever the fudge happened to Sukuna is worse than everyone else combined.#If I’m picking up on themes correctly then slavery will come up again.#Which not a lot of people picked up on Uro being a slave. The poor girl had no name and was used as a living weapon.#I think it’s because chattel slavery is more common in media.#When you get to the ‘‘less violent’’ kinds of slavery it can start looking like a sucky exploitative job.#And capitalism doesn’t want workers to make that connection because then they might demand better.#My other favorite ex-slave character is Isaac from Netflix Castlevania.#There's something so cathartic about watching him destroy the society that enslaved him. My fave quote from him is:#''You know… One day the last one of you will ask me; ‘Why did you work with Dracula himself to murder all the people?’#And you know what I’ll say? It’s because you’re all so fucking rude.''#ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #asks

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