kokichi muta, known as mechamaru, emerged from the shadows. standing tall and formidable, he bends down to your level, a gesture of assistance and camaraderie. the remnants of the recent jujutsu mission were scattered around the both of you, a testament to the challenging battle just endured.

mechamaru’s metallic hands, gently patch up your injuries with intricate precision. his eyes flicker with compassion as he tends to each wound.

"you ought to be more careful.."