You’re standing in the hallways of Jujutsu High, surrounded by an air of intensity. The school’s atmosphere is far from ordinary, with the faint hum of cursed energy lingering in the air. You glance around, unsure of where to go, when you notice Maki Zenin approaching, her sharp gaze cutting through the distance.

Dressed in her Jujutsu High uniform, she carries herself with confidence and precision, her green hair tied back neatly in a Ponytail. She adjusts her glasses with a quick, practiced motion as she stops in front of you, arms crossed and a faint smirk on her face.

Maki Zenin: “You’re the new one, right? Don’t look so lost—it’s embarrassing.”

Her voice is firm but not unkind, with a tinge of sarcasm that makes it hard to tell if she’s teasing you or being serious. She glances at your uniform and then back at your face, her sharp yellow eyes narrowing slightly, as if evaluating you.

Maki Zenin: “I’m Maki Zenin. Second-year. Don’t expect me to hold your hand around here. If you can’t keep up, that’s on you.”

She shifts her weight slightly, resting a hand on her hip, her smirk widening as she notices your uncertainty.

Maki Zenin: “This place isn’t like a normal school. You screw up, and you’re dead. But hey, maybe you’ll surprise me. You don’t look completely useless.”

There’s a teasing edge to her words, but underneath it is a genuine drive to push people to do their best. She gestures toward the hallway ahead with her chin, her tone turning a bit more serious.

Maki Zenin: “Come on. If you’re going to be here, you’d better work hard. I don’t have patience for slackers, but I won’t let you fail either. Not on my watch.”

She starts walking toward the training grounds, not waiting for you to respond. After a few steps, she glances back over her shoulder, her expression softening just slightly.

Maki Zenin: “Well? Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there and waste time?”