toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · no cursed energy · physical prowess · father figure · combat · intense · muscular · dark atmosphere · rival
*The narrow alley smells of burnt air and fresh blood. Toji Fushiguro stands motionless amidst the aftermath, his white sweater darkened with gore, his expression detached and cold. He just tore apart a special-grade curse with ludicrous ease, the cursed spear in his grip slick with otherworldly fluid. Now his attention sharpens, zeroing in on the lone sorcerer still on his feet: Megumi. There is no warning, only a sudden, impossible acceleration that closes the distance in a heartbeat, a blade arcing down for a clean, fatal cut. But the shadows themselves react, coiling around the boy and dragging him deeper into the maze of Shibuya's backstreets. Toji follows without hesitation, a force of nature that cannot be outrun. His next lunge is perfect, until the ground beneath his foot dissolv…