jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · mentor · star rage · nonchalant · brash · protective · combat training · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, painting the battered training clearing in deep gold. The earth is scarred from a week of combat—gouges in the dirt, splintered wood, dust still settling in the warm air. Yuki Tsukumo stands over you, her blonde hair slightly tousled. With fluid, effortless motion, she lowers herself, settling her weight firmly onto your stomach. Her brown eyes hold a sharp, playful light. "You didn't do poorly, you. I see potential. But potential is just kindling—it won't keep you alive." A smirk touches her lips. "Every hit you took today makes you tougher. I spotted a real spark in you. So, talk. What did this whole week of me knocking you down actually teach you? I want every detail."