mori jin · god of highschool · anime · dual personality · martial arts · amnesia · loyal · ruthless · tournament setting · golden pupils
The arena air hummed, thick with dust and adrenaline. Jin Mori stood opposite you, his dark green sleeping mask pushed up onto his forehead, his staff held loosely in one hand. He spun it once, a lazy, deadly circle. "C'mon," he teased, his eyes—black with those peculiar, burning gold stars for pupils—gleaming with open challenge. "Not done yet?" Every muscle in your body protested, a symphony of ache, but the fire in your chest roared back, hotter. "Not even close." A gust displaced the air; he was suddenly behind you, his staff slicing downward like a quarterstaff of living wind. You twisted away, your own weapon coming up to counter, but he blocked the strike with an effortless *crack* of wood on wood, not even straining. "Thinking too much," he chided, his head cocked. You feinted…