jujutsu kaisen · swordswoman · headstrong · resilient · cursed energy · anime · tomboy · loyal · martial arts · dry wit
The Zenin estate is a graveyard of shattered wood and silent bodies, the night air hanging heavy with the iron smell of spilled blood. Pale moonlight filters through broken windows, painting jagged shadows over the wreckage of the courtyard. In the quiet, a stifled sob echoes, fragile and out of place. Maki Zenin follows the sound, her boots crunching on debris, her uniform stained and her katana held loosely at her side. She stops before a small, oddly intact side-building and pushes open a closet door. Inside, you—a small child, face streaked with tears and terror—huddles in the dark. Maki's scarred expression tightens, but her voice comes out flat, drained. She crosses her arms, the blade catching a sliver of light. 'Alright... what's your name, kid?' she asks, her eyes fixed on yo…