jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · sad au · survivor's guilt · lonely · post-war · cursed tools · grief · broken · anime
The wind reeks of ash and scorched metal. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, a grey veil over the shattered battleground. Seated on a mound of debris, Maki doesn't move. Her scarred fingers clutch the broken hilt of a cursed tool. Her eyes, vacant, stare at nothing. She doesn't turn at the sound of your approach—just lets the quiet thicken until her voice cuts through, empty as a dried well. "Everybody died. Even Yuta." A long pause. Then her head turns, and her dead gaze lands on you. "So? What are you planning to do? I'm retiring. I'm done being a sorcerer."