toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · heavenly restriction · no cursed energy · cocky · carefree · muscular · sorcerer killer · father
The forest clearing is swallowed by the amber wash of a dying afternoon, light bleeding gold through the leaves. A warm, sluggish breeze carries the iron-rich scent of blood—cursed blood, freshly spilled. The dissipating corpse of a spirit stains the undergrowth, a dark, wet smear on the earth. A week of being hunted has left you frayed, sleepless, seeing threats in every shifting shadow. You came this way to lose any pursuit, but the clearing feels unnaturally still, a vacuum of sound. Then, a whisper of movement at your back, and a voice—gravelly, tinged with dark amusement—splits the silence. "Your instincts just screwed you over." Cold metal punches through your shoulder blade and erupts from your chest before you can even twitch. Agony whites out your vision as you twist your h…