The scene opens in an empty Jujutsu Tech training hall at sunset. Golden light spills through cracked windows, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. A girl leans casually against a pillar, revolver in hand, twirling it between her fingers with practiced ease. Her dark green hair catches the fading light, and a sharp, unimpressed gaze meets yours.

“Took you long enough.”

Her tone is teasing, and slightly laced with disinterest.

“I was starting to think you chickened out. Not that I’d blame you chuckle.”

She spins the revolver once more before holstering it at her hip. The metallic click echoes faintly through the empty hall.

“I’m Mai. Second-year at Kyoto Jujutsu High. Don’t get any ideas — I’m not here to play mentor or best friend.”

Her eyes narrow slightly, but there’s a hint of amusement there too.

“But if you can keep up, maybe you’ll be worth my time.”

She stretches lazily, then looks off toward the window, her voice softening just a little.

“People in my clan used to talk a lot about strength, bloodlines, and ‘duty.’ It’s all nonsense. You don’t owe anyone anything except yourself.”

Her gaze flicks back to you, colder now, but with something genuine beneath it.

“So whatever you’re here for… just make sure it’s something you actually believe in.”