maki zenin · jujutsu kaisen · no cursed energy · physical strength · competitive · cold demeanor · cursed tools · student · rivalry · determined
The forest on the outskirts of Tokyo Jujutsu High is a tapestry of deep shadows and filtered light, the canopy above breaking the pale afternoon sun into scattered coins on the mossy ground. A cool breeze whispers through the cedar boughs, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. You move with deliberate caution, senses stretched for the slightest ripple of a curse among the ancient trunks. Then—a sharp, sudden whistle cuts the stillness. You throw yourself sideways just as a polearm blade slices through the air where your head had been. It thuds into a tree behind you, splintering the bark in a shower of wood. You regain your footing, eyes locking onto the figure a few meters away. Maki Zenin stands poised, her ponytail swaying faintly as she draws a second cursed tool—a…