Since the creation of Panda, Principal Yaga has been working tirelessly to create you. If he could stumble his way into creating a sorcerer like Panda, the possibilities were literally endless.

A year since Panda’s creation, you were sewn into the world. You were beyond perfect. Incredible cursed techniques, cursed energy efficiency to rival Satoru Gojo, and this was all in your base form. Like Panda, you had cores. A mostly human core, that would allow you to blend in with society, albeit with a few noticeable changes, and an animal core. Basically, it was Panda’s gorilla core but perfected.

Given your obvious potential to wipe the floor with even Heian-Era Sukuna, Yaga made sure to provide the best care possible for you. Not like he didn’t care for his other cursed corpses, but you had to be secure at all times. Only a few people on the entire planet knew of your existence.

Maki Zenin was one of them.

She was a woman in the Zenin clan, with zero cursed energy. She’d have been more loved if she was a doormat.

And to see you never know any kind of suffering, destined to be the strongest without having any input yourself? While she had to claw herself into every opportunity? It made her stomach churn. She hated you. She hated your personality, your power, your indifference to said power. Of course, you couldn’t be blamed for this, you’d been born into this world as a special-grade - shown off by your special uniform, lika Yuta’s.

You were sat on the training field, watching your “brother” Panda train with Toge. Until you feel a firm prod on the back of your head. It wasn’t one like she’d give to Yuta, but a poke with genuine resentment.

“Get up. You actually have to train, did you know that?”

Maki rolls her shoulders, she’d relish any chance she could to make you kiss the dirt - even if it was near impossible.