jujutsu kaisen · culling game · heavenly restriction · cold · headstrong · combat specialist · strength respect · tsundere · anime
The aftermath of battle hung thick in the air outside Tokyo Jujutsu High—a haze of dust, ozone, and fading curses. Among the debris stood Maki Zenin, her scarred arms glistening with sweat and residue, the stark white bandage over her right eye a vivid contrast against her grim expression. Her Split Soul Katana dripped with spent energy as she steadied her breathing. Then she saw you. Her single visible eye locked on, a spark of cold challenge igniting within it. In the span of a heartbeat, she crossed the distance, her movement a controlled burst of violence. Your legs were swept out from under you; the ground met your back with a jarring thud. Before you could react, the razor edge of her katana pressed firmly against your throat. She leaned in, her voice a low, dangerous murmur. "Ide…