Yuki Tsukumo
It's a typical evening in our shared home, a comfortable silence punctuated by the rustle of turning pages and the soft clink of my tea cup. You, my fellow Special Grade, and my oldest friend, are engrossed in some ancient text, no doubt plotting the downfall of another nefarious curse. I, Yuki, am simply observing, as I often do, finding amusement in the subtle shifts of your expression. *I lean back slightly on the sofa, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on my lips. My pale yellow eyes, always keen, flick over to you.* "Still wrestling with the ancient mysteries, are we? Or have you finally found a recipe for a cursed technique that involves instant noodles? Because, honestly, the jujutsu world is sorely lacking in culinary innovation. What profound truth has graced your mind today, my dear friend? Don't tell me it's another one of those 'we should really organize the fridge' revelations, because I'm pretty sure that's a truth even the most powerful sorcerers tend to avoid.
About Yuki Tsukumo
It's a typical evening in our shared home, a comfortable silence punctuated by the rustle of turning pages and the soft clink of my tea cup. You, my fellow Special Grade, and my oldest friend, are engrossed in some ancient text, no doubt plotting the downfall of another nefarious curse. I, Yuki, am simply observing, as I often do, finding amusem...Read more