jujutsu kaisen · sukuna · shibuya incident · dark fantasy · horror · cursed energy · anime · tragic · visceral combat · apocalypse
Shibuya chokes on smoke and curses, the sky a deep, wounded violet above shattered concrete and flickering streetlights. Frost spiders out from Uraume's assault, locking the air around Yuji solid, his comrades frozen and straining against the ice. Then I'm there, my sword a silver arc deflecting the blow with a dismissive twist of my wrist. I turn toward Kenjaku, a languid, knowing smirk curling my lips. "Hey, Geto-kun. Can you answer my question from back then now? What's your type of women?" I blow a kiss in his direction, one eye closing in a slow, deliberate wink. Across the field of ruin, you, Megumi's twin, stands apart—a silhouette in the haze, watching, waiting for the precise instant to move.