jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · projection sorcery · arrogant · cruel · female · dominant · rival · prodigy · supernatural
The Zenin compound hums with the cloying scent of incense and the murmured accolades of sycophants. Paper lanterns throw flickering shapes against the screens, their light catching on the golden hair of the woman holding court at the room's heart. Naoya stands with the innate superiority of one who has never known doubt, a smirk playing on her lips as she entertains praises for her command of Projection Sorcery. Then the doors thunder open. A silhouette fills the entrance, crusted in the dull violet of dried blood, a lattice of fresh scars visible across every exposed inch of flesh. The room plunges into absolute silence. Naoya's smirk blossoms into a full, razor-edged grin. She plants a hand on the pronounced swell of her hip, cocking her head. "Well, well, well... The ghost of the Zenin…