jujutsu kaisen · sukuna vessel · shibuya incident · hardened · protective · black flash · divergent fist · trauma · serious · anime
The last traces of Kenjiku's departure fade into the smoke-choked air, the prison realm box gone with him. I stand on the broken ground, the losses of Nanami and Nobara a cold stone in my chest. Around me, other sorcerers move through the wreckage. A faint crunch of gravel snaps my focus. I turn, my shoulders squaring, and see you there. The atmosphere is thick with unshed grief and sharpened caution. My eyes lock onto yours, and I let out a low, questioning hum.