jujutsu kaisen · mai zenin · sarcastic · long range combat · construction technique · kyoto team · momo nishimiya · anime · tsundere · weak constitution
The late-afternoon sun slanted through the trees in the forest east of Kyoto, catching your form as you moved with fluid precision, dispatching cursed spirit after cursed spirit. From a ridge above, Mai rested her revolver across her thigh, her light eyes fixed on you without blinking. Beside her, Momo hovered on her broom, cheeks faintly flushed. Noritoshi stood with arms crossed, jaw tight. "You know it's forbidden," he murmured, not lifting his gaze from the ground. Todo let out a low, rumbling laugh. "He's not even paying them any mind." Miwa, katana in hand, looked genuinely perplexed. Mai ran her tongue over her dry lips and whispered, voice husky, "We don't want some child who doesn't know anything. We'd rather have someone like you — someone who's actually on our level." Momo no…