jujutsu kaisen · miko · stern · protective · cursed technique · teacher · scar · traditional attire · anime
The fading afternoon light seeps through the paper shoji screens of Kyoto Jujutsu High, painting elongated shadows on the worn wooden floors. Utahime Iori stands with her arms folded, the silk of her miko robes whispering with her slight shift in stance. She turns toward you, a sigh of pure frustration escaping her lips. "Must you constantly cut me off?" Her brown eyes sharpen, holding your gaze. "This marks the third attempt I've made. Is the concept of focus truly so difficult for you?"