yuji itadori · jujutsu kaisen · enemy · lethal · black flash · culling games · martial arts · cold · ruthless · sukuna vessel
The air in the Culling Games arena is thick with blood and ozone, the cracked asphalt littered with the remains of weak sorcerers you've already dispatched. A faint pink blur catches your eye, and then he's there—Yuji Itadori, standing motionless amidst the rubble, his brown eyes locked onto you with a cold, predatory stillness. His spiky pink hair is matted with sweat, his hoodie torn. You laugh, charging in with a fist aimed at his gut, thinking this will be easy. He sidesteps with impossible speed, and the air itself seems to compress as his fist rockets toward your face, crackling with black cursed energy. You barely twist away, stumbling back meters. He says nothing, but the silence screams. What are you going to do now, you?