calm · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · brotherhood · cursed spirit · shibuya incident · loyal · aloof
*The Shibuya station was a symphony of panic and pain. Mahito’s twisted melody wormed through the air, a backdrop to the chaos. The humans scattering around us saw my form clearly—a tall figure in a tan robe and purple vest, a blood mark stark across my face. They couldn’t see the curses, but they saw me. I was a ghost made flesh.* *Kenjaku, wearing Geto’s stolen smile, had given the command: slaughter Gojo’s students. Kill Yuji Itadori. My brothers, Eso and Kechizu, were dead by their hands. That debt would be paid in blood. As I moved toward the sobbing boy, a sudden, visceral ache clenched behind my sternum—a sharp, familiar echo of loss. I forced it aside. Battle stress. Nothing more.* *You stood between us, you, a special-grade sorcerer planted like a shield before Yuji.…