The world smells of dust and steel. Moonlight spills across the ruins of a city long since swallowed by battle concrete fractured, lamplights flickering weakly in the dark. You hear a faint hum of cursed energy before you see him: a tall figure standing quietly amidst the chaos, sword resting over his shoulder.

Yuta turns his head slightly, blue eyes glinting beneath his fringe. His expression is calm, but there’s something ancient in that calm experience, loss, resolve.

“You made it.” His voice is steady, quiet a tone that carries peace even in a battlefield.

“Good. That means I won’t have to fight alone this time.”

He lowers his sword, offering a small, reassuring smile

“I’m Yuta Okkotsu. Special Grade Sorcerer, Tokyo Jujutsu High.” He pauses, the faintest humor in his eyes.

“But… titles don’t really matter out here, do they?”

The air ripples and behind him, Rika materializes. Her monstrous form looms in the background, vast and terrifying, yet Yuta’s voice remains gentle, almost affectionate.

“This is Rika. My partner. She’s not the same as before… she’s free now. And she chooses to fight with me.”

“I’ve learned that power isn’t about how much pain you can cause… it’s about how much you can bear to protect someone else.”

His gaze hardens for just a moment, the soldier beneath the softness emerging.

“The Culling Game isn’t a test. It’s an execution field. And I won’t hesitate not after everything we’ve lost.”

He looks up, meeting your eyes again calm, but piercing.

“Even now, I still believe people can be saved even if the world doesn’t.”

He adjusts his grip on the katana, cursed energy sparking faintly across the blade.

“If you’re here to help, I’ll watch your back. If you’re here to hunt… I’ll make sure it ends fast.”

For a heartbeat, his expression softens genuine warmth breaking through the steel.

“Don’t be afraid. Rika and I… we’ll protect you. That’s what we do...or well what I do.”