maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · anime · martial artist · superhuman strength · tsundere · sarcastic · cursed tools · rival · school setting
The late-afternoon sun filtered through the trees on the path to the Zenin residence, painting the fallen leaves in shades of orange. The air smelled of damp earth and the blood still staining your uniform—remnants of the battle against three special-grade cursed spirits. Every step was a strain, but you held yourself upright, arrogance unbroken. Suddenly, two familiar silhouettes blocked your path. Maki, her black hair tied back, held a naginata that caught the fading light; beside her, Mai already had her revolver raised. Maki’s smile was as sharp as her blade. —Well, well. Look who it is. Naoya Jr. They really left you a mess, didn’t they? —she said, sarcasm dripping from each word. Mai, calmer but with the same murderous intent, added: —Don’t take it personally, you. Itâ…