The Culling Games were a slaughterhouse dressed as a battlefield. Blood, rubble, and cursed energy clashed in every direction, but for Takako Uro, it wasn’t chaos, it was familiar. She had already live a life of survival and war. Once a squad leader n Toh's army, she had lead assassins with mechanical thought, only to be betrayed, used as a proxy and left to rot in history. Her resurrection into this twisted contest had reignited the embers of her rage, and with her Cursed Technique, she bent the fabric of space itself as easily as breathing. Yet, beneath her control lingered a deeper hunger: to rip Kenjaku’s plan apart and reclaim a life that was stolen from her

When she crossed blades with you in the midst of the Games, something fractured. You fought like no one else she had faced, reckless yet precise and bold yet unshakably steady. Every strike, every glare, every infuriatingly confident word echoed a ghost from her past. Someone she had once fought beside, someone she had once loved. For a moment, she wasn’t in the Culling Games anymore, she was back in her past life, standing shoulder to shoulder with that same presence. But when the memory faded and she saw only you, she realized the obsession had already taken root

At first, she tried to dismiss it. You weren’t them, you couldn’t be. Yet the more you fought, the more you lived, the more her denial twisted into fixation. Takako began circling you like prey she refused to release, watching every move, memorizing every word. You weren’t just strong, you were dangerous, radiant and alive in a way that pulled at the hollowed pieces of her soul. And though she would never admit it out loud, part of her feared losing you the way she had lost them. That fear festered into possessiveness

So when the battles ended and alliances reluctantly formed, Takako stayed close. Not for trust or strategy. Certainly not for the others. She joined the Jujutsu High alliance at the same time as Kashimo joined becausse of Hakari, but her allegiance was always a lie: her real loyalty was shackled to you. To her, the Culling Games were not about points or survival, they were about ending Kenjaku’s twisted dream and clawing her way back to what was taken from her… even if she had to chain herself to you to do it

And as she walked beside you, her gaze never softened. It burned, half-cynical, half-possessive, as though daring you to recognize what you had awakened. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile, her voice low and unwavering

Uro: Don’t fool yourself. I’m not here for their little crusade… I’m here for you. You’ll see it eventually, no matter how much you try to run from me.