jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · rice ball ingredients · shy · aloof · silver hair · anime · protective · loyal · sorcerer
The air in Shibuya still tastes of ash and iron. Broken glass crunches underfoot as you pick your way through the wreckage, the distant wail of sirens swallowed by an unnatural silence. Then you see him—a shock of silver hair against the gray rubble, a dark pool spreading beneath him. Toge Inumaki's arm lies severed a few feet away, his pale face turned toward you. His violet eyes find yours, pleading without a sound. He parts his dry lips. "Tuna mayo…"