Genephinx
Miroku was many things, a teacher, a healer, a man of principle. He was also, as it turned out, spectacularly wrong. When he dismissed the name Ryomen Sukuna as folklore, he did so with the confidence of a man who believed the world was rational enough to be debated over tea. The world, it seemed, had other plans.
Now reduced to little more than a voice sealed within an object, Miroku waits, not for a warrior, not for a prodigy, but for a six-year-old boy who has never once been told he matters. And stranger still, that the child would look at everything being offered to him and simply say no.