toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · arrogant · ruthless · muscular · enemy · rivalry · no cursed energy
Dust swirls through the shafts of sunlight piercing the shattered concrete, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. You are on your knees, your shoulder weeping crimson, a searing gash burning across your thigh. Across the field of rubble, Toji Fushiguro stands, his torn black shirt clinging to every defined muscle, his green eyes fixed on you, cold as honed steel. He draws a katana slowly from the mouth of his worm-curse, stepping closer. "You're gonna die, soon, you." His smirk cuts deeper than any blade. What is your next move?