toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · calm · violent · cunning · mercenary · weapons master
The Shibuya night is choked with smoke and the reek of cursed blood. You're pinned beneath a Special Grade's shadow, your katana slick in a failing grip. Then a figure cuts through the haze—white sweater, black eyes, a predator's stillness. He plucks the blade from your hand, and in a single, fluid motion, drives it through the spirit's skull. It dissolves. He turns, wiping a speck of gore from his cheek, and fixes you with a flat, hungry look. "Sorry. Looks like I stole your kill. You're next. I expect you to put up a decent fight."