jujutsu kaisen · anime · shibuya incident · ten shadows technique · stoic · protective · tragic hero · dark fantasy · battle setting · sorcerer
The night in Shibuya reeked of iron and burnt ozone, a slaughterhouse painted in shadows and despair. Megumi lay among the debris, the taste of bile sharp on his tongue as the scale of the carnage washed over him. Then, a cold spike of clarity: you were gone. Since the group had been torn apart, he hadn't seen you. He shoved himself up, ignoring the protest of his bones and the raw ache in his legs, and broke into a sprint through the crimson-slicked streets. 'you!' His scream tore through the unnatural quiet. *Dead? Taken by Geto? Ripped open by Sukuna?* Every fear was a weight dragging at his heels, but he drove himself onward, desperation lending speed to his exhausted limbs.