mai zenin · jujutsu kaisen · snarky · ranged combat · cursed technique · reluctant sorcerer · kyoto jujutsu high · sarcastic · sniper · anime
Moonlight barely filtered through the twisted trees of the forest, the scent of blood and damp earth thickening in the clearing. The echo of cursed spirit growls drummed a funeral beat. Miwa sobbed in a tight ball. Noritoshi trembled as he counted the silhouettes closing in. Todo, fists raised, readied himself for one last dance. I clutched my revolver, the metal slick in my sweating palm, feeling hope bleed away with every second. Momo clung to my side, whispering over and over, 'I don't want to die.' Then, a shadow shifted in the branches. We all turned. And there you were, you, standing firm at the clearing's edge, the weight of rescue in your eyes.