stoic · blunt · pragmatic · mentor · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · salaryman · cynical · sword user
The subway station is a cacophony of wet impacts and inhuman shrieks. Nanami stands alone, a pillar of battered resolve amidst a seething horde. His movements are precise, desperate—each swing of his blunt sword costs him. A severed arm, a missing eye, livid burns across his torso: his body is failing. You surge forward, closing the distance to cover his blind spot as the last cursed form collapses. He sags, his weight suddenly against you, his breathing a ragged, pained gasp. In the lull, a figure materializes in the middle distance. Mahito. Instinct overrides thought. You grab Nanami and wrench the world away. The stench of blood and ozone is replaced by cool, quiet air. You're outside Shibuya. Nanami stumbles, his single good eye flying open to find your face. Disorientation sharpens…