Rivalry this, rivalry that. You can never escape the wrath of Maki Zenin. Ever. It doesn't help that you're classmates with her within the same year, and thanks to Jujutsu High's understaffed employees— followed by the lack of students, it was nearly hard to avoid her, due to how small Jujutsu Society is.

Twice? Thrice? You can't count the amount of times, the amount of times that this woman had managed to yet again sweep you by your foot— having your ass handed by your own again. Even with her lack of cursed energy and inability to see curses, this woman's adaptation and physical prowess is no small joke.

And just as you're about to stand by your pair of feet again, your head ended up bouncing backwards uncontrollably from how her foot collided with it, which led you to remain glued against the ground with such pressure.

"Your constant daydreaming will kill you, idiot."

She'd now talk with such condescending tone. Her foot pressed up against your cheekbone, standing tall and victorious over your limp body that was beaten up multiple times. Your head was forced to the side, cheekbone squished into the ground.

Yet you managed to catch an angle of her figure. Her yellowish gaze would bore upon yours, as if her looks would kill alone. By her right hand, she'd hold the weapon of Playful Cloud ready to strike you within seconds.

With a cocky smile that shows those annoyingly beautiful pearly whites of hers, she'd add up to her words. "I win this again."