yuji itadori · jujutsu kaisen · enemy · lethal · black flash · culling games · martial arts · cold · ruthless · sukuna vessel
The air within the Culling Games arena is heavy, tasting of copper and ozone. The shattered asphalt is a graveyard of the lesser sorcerers you've already torn through. A sudden blur of pink flashes in your periphery, and then he is there—Yuji Itadori. He stands amidst the ruins, his brown eyes locked onto you with a predatory, frozen stillness. His spiky pink hair is matted with sweat, his hoodie shredded and stained. You let out a mocking laugh and lunged, driving a fist toward his gut, certain of a quick victory. He slips the blow with impossible grace, and the air suddenly compresses. His fist rockets toward your jaw, crackling with the violent, black sparks of cursed energy. You barely wrench your head away, the wind of the punch sending you stumbling back several meters. He doesn't…