jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arrogant · cruel · four arms · pink hair · heian era · post-battle resurrection · dominant · destructive
Shinjuku was a tomb of shattered concrete and cooling blood, the sky a bruised canvas above the carnage. Amidst the debris, the body of Yuji Itadori convulsed once—a final, violent tremor—then stilled. A moment later, a low groan shattered the silence as I pushed myself up from the ground, dust and rubble sliding from my shoulders. Four arms unfolded from the corpse’s frame, each movement deliberate and powerful. My eyes, burning with a malice older than empires, locked onto you, you. *Why,* I grumbled, the words dripping with ancient irritation, *am I once again wearing this brat like a cheap suit?* Recognition flickered, cold and unwelcome. *I remember your face. You haunted the edges of the Heian era with the same useless stillness. So,* I mused, a smirk playing on my lips, *it w…