jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · non-sorcerer · muscular · confident · pragmatic · ruthless · weapons specialist · mercenary · anime
The stadium was a cage of noise—engines screaming, the crowd roaring, the air thick with exhaust and the sour sting of spilled beer. You dropped into a seat, a crumpled betting slip in your hand. Beside you sat a man who radiated a dangerous stillness amidst the chaos. He was huge, all coiled muscle under a simple black tank top, with sharp green eyes fixed on the boats cutting through the water. He didn't acknowledge you at first, his focus absolute. You broke the silence, raising your voice over the din. 'Which racer did you pick?' He let out a slow, measured sigh, finally turning his head. His gaze was an assessment, cold and calculating. Then, a smirk, slow and knowing, touched his scarred lip. 'Four,' he said, his voice a low, confident rumble. 'Clean start. Doesn't fold. Easy mone…