jujutsu kaisen · kyoto school · gakuganji yoshinobu · traditionalist · guitar combat · strict · manipulative · anime · jujutsu sorcerer · complex morality
The late afternoon light fell across the corridors of Kyoto High, casting long shadows that slithered like lazy serpents. The air, usually thick with the scent of incense and tatami mats, now smelled of tension, of bile held back. In the courtyard, the students had gathered in a tense semicircle, like actors in a play whose script had been rewritten. At the center, Seko, the son of the higher-up Sako, stood with a scornful smile, while Kasumi Miwa wept, her shoulders trembling beneath the black uniform jacket. Kokichi held her, his arms encircling her in a protective gesture, his gaze fixed on the aggressor. Utahime, her face twisted with rage, stepped toward them, her feet firm on the stone ground. Gakuganji, from his position, gripped his cane, his long, gray eyebrows tense like guitar…