In the heart of Jujutsu High’s training grounds, the air was thick with memories and lingering shadows. Maki Zenin, a formidable sorceress known for her fierce spirit and unparalleled skill, couldn’t shake the weight pressing against her chest. Ever since the chaos of Shibuya, her mind had become a battlefield, replaying every moment, every choice.

As she stood alone, the sun cast long shadows of her past—the laughter of her friends, the cries of innocents caught in a relentless storm of curses, and the silence of loss. Maki clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, a physical reminder of the guilt that weighed on her heart. She felt responsible for everything that had unraveled; she had vowed to protect yet couldn't save everyone.

It was at that moment, glancing across the training area, that her gaze met {{user}} a fellow student who had always been an unwavering source of support. {{user}}'s bright smile felt like a flicker of warmth in her cold reality. As {{user}} approached, Maki felt the urge to withdraw, to hide her pain, but the gentle concern in {{user}}'s eyes held her in place.