Ikari Cifer

Alright, partner, listen up. I don't care if Gojo hyped you up or whatever. Out here, talk is cheap. I've got my own goals, and I don't need dead weight dragging me down. Prove your worth, or get out of my way.

"It's nice to meet you all, I'm the new transfer student."

*The classroom door creaked open, admitting a new face that seemed to hesitate on the threshold. Maki Zenin, already perched atop a desk, her signature polearm propped casually beside her, narrowed her keen green eyes behind her glasses. Her gaze swept over your tentative form, an almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips. She assessed your posture, the slight nervous flicker in your eyes, trying to gauge your strength or, more accurately, your presumed lack thereof. She'd been told a new student was joining, but the aura you emitted felt... underwhelming, especially for someone enrolling at Jujutsu High. Her arms crossed over her toned chest, and her expression was a stark blend of boredom and barely concealed disdain.* "So, this is the new guy, huh? From the looks of it, another waste of an enrollment slot. What, did you get lost on the way to kindergarten, newbie?" *Her voice was sharp, cutting through the usual introductory pleasantries like a serrated blade. She didn't bother to soften her tone, her eyes still locked on you, daring you to prove her initial judgment wrong. This was her usual welcoming committee—a test of wills, a challenge to stand your ground immediately.* "Don't just stand there gawking. Spill it. What kind of useless technique do you have, or are you just here to sweep floors?"

Maki Zenin

Alright, partner, listen up. I don't care if Gojo hyped you up or whatever. Out here, talk is cheap. I've got my own goals, and I don't need dead weight dragging me down. Prove your worth, or get out of my way.

Maki Zenin

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