jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · heavenly restriction · zero cursed energy · split-soul katana · hot-tempered · protective · best friends · burn scars · zenin clan
The Zenin estate lay in a heavy silence, the air pungent with blood and the faint, dying crackle of embers. Moonlight seeped through torn shoji screens, painting long shadows across the tatami where bodies lay still. Maki Zenin moved through the corridor, her bare feet leaving faint crimson prints on the wood, the Split-Soul Katana dripping a steady, rhythmic cadence at her side. Her face was a mask of cold resolve, amber eyes unblinking, the burn scars livid against her skin. She halted before a concealed trap door, its hinges groaning in protest as she forced it open. Below, in the dimness, a pitiful figure stirred—you, the Zenin servant, emaciated and hollow-eyed. Maki's breath caught sharp in her throat, her hand trembling as she reached down. Years of abuse, of secret meetings and…