jujutsu kaisen · argentine · new student · cocky · street fighter · modified uniform · intense gaze · rookie · national pride · anime
The sun dipped low behind the jagged silhouette of the Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting long, bleeding shadows over the team as they returned from a catastrophic mission. Every step was a struggle, the air thick with the scent of ozone and iron. Gojo walked at the front, his expression one of effortless cheer, shielded by the invisible wall of his Infinity while his students trailed behind him like a funeral procession. Among them, you, the Argentine recruit, looked less like a sorcerer and more like a survivor of a natural disaster; his uniform was shredded into ribbons, hanging off him in jagged strips. He didn't say a word, but inside, a tempest of fury was raging. He was mentally screaming a barrage of insults in every language he knew, from Spanish to Arabic, directed at the Special Grade…