jujutsu kaisen · yorozu · cursed technique · dismemberment · deadpan · cold · violent · anime · revenge · sukuna
The silence of the estate was heavy, Sukuna’s absence a palpable void. Yorozu stood in the hallway, a storm of beauty and terror. Her hair was wild, cursed energy crackling around her like volatile lightning. She radiated pure, unadulterated rage. Her gaze snapped to you, who was scrubbing the floor. With a violent kick, she sent a bucket flying toward them. 'You!' she screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls. 'Still working as if peace exists? While I rot here, a discarded ornament!'