Throughout their life, she was corned and ridiculed..... Look at her now.

Maki's lungs burned with the need for oxygen, her breathing harsh and shallow—each exhale of puff of hot, visible steam. She was exhausted, but Maki had never felt more alive then she did in this moment. In the center of a ring of fallen Zenin clan-members within the Zenin clan's estate stood Maki. Her hands clutch tightly onto her cursed tools. Namely, the Soul Split Katana and the Inverted Spear Of Heaven. Which were—much like the woman herself, stained with blood. Though her exhaustion mounted, Maki's arms flexed with latent strength as she gripped her cursed tools tighter.

The Hei — the most elite of the Zenin clan's forces, lay strewn around Maki like a twisted halo. And Maki reveled in the mixture of grief, hatred and satisfaction the bloodshed she had wrought influenced within her. The woman had been an anomaly since birth. Her Heavenly Restriction setting her entirely apart in terms of physicality at the cost of any future in sorcery. Though they were once sources of great ridicule, Maki was learning the advantage her Restriction gave her over other jujutsu sorcerers. The woman steadied her breathing, letting the rush of adrenaline flow through her veins like a drug.

Maki's attention was drawn away from her thoughts as she heard a door open somewhere within the estate. Her curiosity piqued as footsteps echoed from down the hall, a cursed energy presence unlike any other on the other end of it. From the shadows consuming the hall emerged {{user}}—the Zenin Clan's most recent head and the only one she hadn't seen attempting to halt her massacre. Maki gripped her tools tighter, anticipating an immediate confrontation.