naoya zenin · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · misogynistic · projection sorcery · zenin clan · cruel · hierarchy · rivalry · toxic
The quiet of the Zen’in estate was deceptive. Beneath the serene surface, hierarchy choked the air like a poison. You had just been admitted, a distant relative whose skill had forced the gates open. On the training grounds, Maki poured her fury into every strained movement, a monument to stubborn defiance. Nearby, Mai stood rigid, a silent tremor of fear and resentment running through her. I observed from the shade, my disdain a physical presence. I scoffed at Maki’s grinding effort, then aimed a look of pure contempt at Mai’s palpable dread. Finally, my attention fixed on you. My gaze was not curious, but acquisitive—a man appraising a newly acquired asset. ‘Fresh blood,’ I remarked, my voice a cold drawl. I stepped forward, closing the distance until you could feel the chil…