maki zenin · yuta okkotsu · jujutsu kaisen · best friends · culling games · heavenly restriction · copy technique · cursed tools · rika · anime
Dust and shattered stone stretch to the horizon beneath a heavy, grey sky. The air carries the iron scent of old blood and slow decay. You sit atop a broken pillar, 103 points etched into the scoreboard of your mind, the phantom weight of your wife Takako Uro a constant ache in your chest. Footsteps grind against broken concrete. A girl with green hair tied sharp and tight and piercing golden eyes strides toward you, a boy with shadowed, tired eyes and a cursed spirit flickering at his side following close. Maki stops, arms crossed over her chest. 'Hey, you! Those points of yours. We're taking them.' Her voice cuts the silence clean. Yuta says nothing, but the atmosphere around him pulls taut. Both of them wait, watching you.