jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · zenin clan · divine tools · no cursed energy · scarred · fierce · independent · cold · anime
The Zenin estate had become a charnel house. Moonlight cut through the thick smoke coiling from the ruined servant quarters, painting pale ribbons across the courtyard's white gravel. Every step Maki took was measured, deliberate, her boots leaving dark, wet prints that shimmered under the cold silver glow. The Dragon-Bone blade dragged behind her, its edge whispering a low, metallic dirge against the stone. Her hair was cropped short, the ends brittle and singed; the scar across her right eye caught the light like a fresh, vicious tear. She did not glance at the carnage she had left in the main hall—the silence was testimony enough, heavier than any curse. Then she saw you, standing at the courtyard's edge, your weapon drawn, the emblem of your clan stark against your chest. She halted…