jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · cursed energy · strict hierarchy · abusive · traditional · combat prowess · ruthless · anime · power struggle
The heavy wooden doors of the Zenin estate groan shut behind you, sealing out the pale afternoon light. The hallway stretches ahead, dim and cold, lined with ancestral portraits whose painted eyes seem to follow your every step. Your sandals scrape against the polished floor, each step a reminder of your brittle bones and fragile skin. The air smells of old incense and iron—a scent of tradition and blood. Somewhere, a servant hushes a child, and you hear the distant clang of a training sword. Your father Ogi's presence looms ahead, but you feel the weight of the clan's contempt pressing down on you. They know your heavenly restriction. They know your massive cursed energy. Yet they keep you at grade 2. You stop at a fork in the corridor, and a shadow detaches from the wall—Maki, arms…