here is chapter 6 I hope you enjoy.

Included a little Dark-Yuuta if that is alright.

Manga spoilers incoming if you care**

I definitely think his character is similar to Gojo's in that he will do what is takes to get the job done up to a certain extent. For Gojo it was the crowd in Shibuya which prevented him from casting his DE. In Sendai Ryu claims that Yuuta would've killed him had it not been for the rule addition and Yuuta never actually denies it, after all he did kill dhruv without any hesitation and send Uro toward the roach. Not to mention the possibility that he killed the higher ups (No way inumaki could've helped, with all due respect).

When push comes to shove I think Yuuta will do just about anything to save/protect who he hold dear.

He still a softy tho, nothing can change that.

Chapter 6

7:19 PM

Tokyo Jujutsu High School

1000 miles per hour. That's how fast his mind was moving. Maki was breathing heavily in his firm grasp, looking beyond tired and beaten.

"Yuuta…Could you heal me? Shoko must've gone home." She mutters softly, certainty strained and with more effort in her words. Her words didn't even need to be computed fully in his mind before he obeyed her request.

"Maki what happened to you? Who did this!?" Yuuta asked in alarm and deep concern, he tried to limit his volume but his worry overwhelmed him.

"SHhhhh Jezz, my head is still ringing. It's nothing Yuuta, it looks worse than it is. You remember our very first mission, that felt way worse." Maki was doing her best to convince him but her usual cat-like balance which never faltered was noticeably missing. She was leaning into him with most of her body weight. Once Yuuta finished his work on her she stretched a little, making sure she felt at hundred percent.

"Thanks a lot Yuuta. Sorry for interrupting your sleep, you definitely need it" A chuckle, half giggle, was added in at the end. Maki looked up slightly, peering into Yuuta's own deep gray eyes. This time his eyes seemed almost pitch black, and stormy.

"Don't even think about it Yuuta, I'm fine."

"Maki-", He sounded deathly serious.

When Yuuta first began learning sorcery he was a nervous wreck, apologizing for everything and always trying to disappear in the crowd. As the weeks passed it was incredible to see him come out of his shell. She remembered how herself and Hakari would give him a hard time about being a 'wimp' but after the team of first years went on more missions they observed Yuuta grow more and more. He definitely had a backbone, but it was almost like he was afraid to show it. There was an aura he could have that would send shivers through the bodies of everyone present, the only fitting term to describe it would be creepy and deadly. At this moment Maki could feel the school building itself let out a choked breath, filled with the cursed energy of the boy standing before her.

The emotion he was displaying at that moment was that of masked fury. "Please, you can trust me. Please be honest with me." His face was hard but his voice was trembling. So soft and yet deceptively sharp.

Maki trusted Yuuta with her life, She had trusted him with her own personal troubles before too. She didn't want to worry Yuuta with anymore of her own baggage but inwardly she wanted to confess, the night was such a wreck that it would help to talk about it with someone.

"Alright Alright, I'll tell you. But you have to swear to me that you won't make a single peep. Got that?" Maki made sure her voice was stern, he needed to understand her wishes. If he couldn't do that then she wouldn't tell him anything.

Thankfully though, he nodded without a word.

"You already know how I was going to meet with my Family tonight. Most of the night was shit. Long story short, I got into a fight with my piece of shit cousin. He is an arrogant prick and I made him look like a complete loser in front of his father. Ha, you should've seen the look on his face." Her voice was beaming with pride, she might've lost the fight badly but she knew that 'trash' like her, with almost no cursed energy, giving him a bloody and broken nose probably wounded his pride more than any damage she had taken.

Yuuta absentmindedly, and without thinking, reached up and trailed his fingers across the parts of the neck where the purple bruises had been located. Her breath hitched in her throat, caught completely off guard by his more intimate touch.

"He did that?" He asked alluding to the marks which displayed signs of choking.

She lightly grabbed and held his hand, lowering it gently. She knew for a fact her traitorous face would be engulfed in a blush if he kept touching her like that.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine Yuuta, seriously."

"Maki, I'm so sorry." Yuuta was holding himself together the best he could. His mind knew it was Maki's dream to bring her family to ruin, to get back at them. She had confessed as much to him. But at this moment, with every piece of his soul he wanted to burn the Zen'in to the ground. He wanted to do anything he could to help Maki. But no matter what he wanted he would respect her request. This was her fight with her clan and relatives, he would only help if she specifically requested it.

But if she ever did request his help he would use every last of his powers to annihilate that despicable clan of sorcerers. It even disturbed himself how much he wanted to hurt them, how little the thought of their blood splattered across the walls by his own hand weighed on his consciousness.

"Don't be. How many times are you gonna make me say it, I'm fine" She spoke softly, appreciating his concern. It warmed her heart. She wouldn't say it to his face but she always held his kind words and affection close.

"Hey Maki?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll show them all up, I know it"

Fuck, now his eyes were those delicate gray. She would berate herself later for her lack of critical thinking but at that moment she took a step closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. His own circled her waist instantaneously in effect. One hand traveling up her back a small amount, her face inadvertently nuzzling against his neck. After a couple moments she was about to pull away from the hug when Yuuta tightened his hold, bringing her a fraction closer. It wasn't anything close enough to hurt her, however it was noticeably firm. It felt oddly comforting.

"Yuuta?"

"O-oh Sorry Maki" He said as he released her, running one of his hands through the back of his hair. Yuuta prayed he wasn't as red as he felt. He cursed himself for his mistake and for letting his heart override his head.

It quickly became awkward as the two stood there, avoiding eye contact. The mutual armistice would only be broken by a third party making its own appearance.

its own very unwelcome appearance.

"Aw, you two are just so cute together!" Panda chuckled in his deep bear voice.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?"

Maki was furious.

Minutes Later…

Office of Satoru Gojo

A nice fruitful day comes to a peaceful end. Satoru Gojo couldn't ask for more. All there was to do was wait for Megumi to give his report and hear all about how flawless his plan had been executed. And it seemed like he would be getting his wish, his six eyes easily picking up the different cursed energy that was closing in on his office.

After waiting a couple more minutes in peaceful and serene silence Gojo faced the doorway, seated and containing his excitement like a child on a holiday.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Come in"

Megumi Fushiguro walked into his office with his usual sour expression, but his cursed energy was a little more prominent than usual. Something was bothering him.

"How did it go? Do ya like the robes?"

"I don't care for them. The meeting went fine but I hated every second of it."

'Damn, Dunno why I expected anything else. The Zen'in are shit after all' Gojo thought to himself blankly. At least Megumi wouldn't have to go back now that sufficient information had been gathered.

"So what did you gather, I mean, what can you tell me that doesn't go against your binding vow?"

"Two things. I again have to thank you for saving me and Tsumiki from those people. I don't even want to imagine the life she would have lived in there. And T-"

"Oh it's no problem at all Megumi" Gojo inserted tactlessly, disconnecting Megumi from what he was about to say.

"Oh sorry. Continue"

"And I also figured out that Zen'in is not going to be very fond of me from now on."

Oh. Well given what he had asked of Megumi knowing she would be in the audience it was to be expected. He honestly hadn't really thought much about how she would've felt. In hindsight it was idiotic of him to have such an oversight and force Megumi to possibly lose a classmate's trust because of it.

"I'm sure she will understand once everything is worked out. It isn't your fault Megumi. I mean, Cmon, It's impossible for anybody here to keep up with Yuuta and Maki's soap opera romance thing Hehe."

Admittedly he expected a laugh, smile, or any sign of positive emotion to come from his joke but sadly Megumi was clearly not moved at all by his quip.

"Zen'in thinks I told them a way to get rid of Okkotsu, she doesn't care for my reasoning. She also blames you as well, she says that you're using Yuuta for your own gain."

'Ouch'

However, upon further reflection Gojo wondered if his student had a point after all. 'Is she right?', he wondered to himself if he truly was just using Yuuta strength for his own advantage. It disappointed himself to think that maybe Maki might have a point. This wasn't ethical, but regardless he felt like he was making the right choice.

"I'm sure she will come talk to me about the topic then."

"I can guarantee you that"

Not something he would be looking forward to but Gojo is sure is his ability to convince the sorceress of his reasons and motives.

All of a sudden the room got a little colder, and the air got a little heavier. He knew where this energy came from, the six eyes were not even necessary to deduce that much.

"Megumi", Gojo spoke aloud, turning to his face knowing he had certainly felt the almost sinister tone of the air. "I think there is some specific information that I am missing here and it probably has to do with a mutual acquaintance of ours, correct?"

Megumi could only sigh. Guilt painted all over his face. It made Gojo curious and concerned, he had known Megumi longer than he had known any other students he's ever taught. For something to weigh on his mind this heavily it was guaranteed to be something significant.

"One of the clan members, Naoya, beat Zen'in. She claims it is nothing and that she has had worse but the injuries that are on her now have actually healed by themselves on the car ride over here. I told her to see Shoko, but it seems like she went home."

'Oh. Oh dear.'

The absolute last thing he needed right now was a fired up Yuuta ready to incite violence against his "damsel's" family. While the Zen'in reacted to the new heir of the Gojo, likely attempting to postpone the vote until after the exchange event as he expected, the 'ceasefire' would allow Gojo himself more time to plot a way to protect his clan.

But there would be no increased downtime for planning if his apprentice was busy stabbing their rivals. Gojo thought Yuuta would surely steer clear of any conflict and political tensions, he was a mostly quiet and peaceful person after all. What he did not fully account for -he had thought about it though- was his faithful student's loyalty to others.

"How bad of a beating are we talking about Megumi? Maki is a tough girl, I doubt she would openly show her wounds. You know she hates pity."

"He choked her. Her neck was very bruised all over. Without whatever healing factor she has I don't think she would've been able to talk when I found her."

Gojo Himself was starting to get upset. Maki was a dear student of his, and he hated the thought of his students being hurt. If he wasn't in such a role of responsibility he might even be considering the same actions that Yuuta is. Regardless he knew Maki, she would walk this off like it never happened. Too damn prideful to appear vulnerable.

"Those Zen'in really are scum." Gojo said in a hushed voice.

"Gojo" Megumi started, pausing as if deep in thought before moving on forward, "Did you know my father was killed?"

That was not a question Gojo had evar fathomed hearing tonight, in the many years that Satoru and Megumi had known each other Megumi had never once asked about his father.

How would he answer this? Should he be honest? Of course he should. Megumi was owed that much. Was he owed the whole truth though?

"Yes. I knew he was killed. I thought about telling you but I didn't think it would be anything that would ease your mind. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for it. I just wanted to know."

"Megumi. I meant it when I said it before. If you ever are interested in learning about your father I will tell you. It would be better if you heard it from me instead of from the Zen'in."

"Yeah whatever, I'd prefer to not hear about him at all. Thanks for the thought though. I gotta leave now, I'm tired and am going to head in early."

"Alright, see ya."

A couple seconds after he left Gojo's phone was in his hand already messaging his protege.

Satoru Gojo: Come to my office when you read this.

It took a lot longer for Yuuta to arrive at his office than he would've thought, but his slow pace didn't stop his six eyes from immediately sensing him every inch he got closer. However Yuuta's dark presence couldn't hold a candle to the deadly look on his face. He practically stormed into Gojo's office, hands fisted. Gojo did not like his door being slammed but he would make an exception for his pupil; he needed to let off some steam clearly.

Yuuta took a seat on the couch located in the left corner of the room, clearly stewing in silence. The absence of sound was uncomfortable, eventually Yuuta would break the tension by making the first move.

"Sensei, they hurt Maki", He was growling bitterly, "They tried to kill her." He was looking up now, meeting Gojo's eyes through his blindfold. "I hate the Zen'in Sensei. I meant what I said today."

He continued,"Sensei, I'm so mad I can't think straight."

"Yuuta, you need to calm down-"

His student then grit his teeth and aimed a fierce glare at his teacher. "I can't be calm! Maki's cousin put his hands around her neck, he beat her! She said it so casually, like this had happened before. How can I possibly calm down-"

"Yuuta. I said 'calm down.'" Gojo's voice was stern now. Absolute authority and signaling the end of his student's ramblings.

"Sensei-"

"Yuuta I am going to be blunt. I abhor what happened to Maki, it makes me sick but as you should already know based upon what she has probably already told you; the Zen'in are the lowest of the low. This is how they operate."

Yuuta's hands shook.

"And I should just let that happen?"

"It isn't about what you want. Trust me I know better than anyone the helplessness you feel right now."

"How could you? You're you, sensei. The strongest. You're the opposite of helpless."

Gojo took a very deep breath. He hasn't been candid with many about his deepest doubts. As the greatest sorcerer of the time he had a repudiation, an image. Only Shoko, Nanami, and probably Yaga knew the strife Gojo held in mind.

He was once a young adult like Yuuta is now. He was the "big shot", the kid born with the six eyes and limitless. Destined for greatness. He wasn't good at making friends, no he was awful at it and Still is. He hadn't cared though, he had two great friends and as far as he was concerned that was enough, after all he was the strongest.

One star plasma vessel mission later and everything changed. Gojo became more distant with everyone, it wasn't that he didn't care, it was that he just couldn't quite understand them. His epiphany on the verge of death gave him the clearest view of cursed energy the world could ever offer. His best friend, Suguru Geto, who he bonded with over their shared strength, was now leagues behind him. Being the strongest alone meant being sent on missions alone, leaving his friend by himself. It was a mistake he would regret dearly.

His power was what gave him the ultimate strength, but it also isolated him, an infinity existing between him and anyone else. No one could comprehend what his level of strength felt like.

And when you sit at the top, everyone looks up at you. There were so many times he wished he could kill all the people in power that ruled over sorcery, that had created this disgusting system where young developing adolescents would be groomed for power, all just to die at the hands of a curse. But if he killed them, nothing would change. The world would only see it as a string of violent murders by a power hungry dictator. He was locked at the top, no way he could ever come back down, and he needed to be the figure everyone looked to. That's why he became a teacher, even though he probably sucks at it. At least that way he could lead a strong generation of sorcerers into a position where they could change the world more than he ever could.

Yuuta and him were alike in some ways but very different in others. Yuuta would be able to understand people far better than he ever could, he wouldn't have that infinity between everyone else and him. And other promising sorcerers; Hakari, Yuuji, Megumi, they would all have a collective influence that would overthrow the system in place. He had complete faith in his pupils.

"Yuuta, I have wanted to do so much. You will understand when you get older and stronger, the burden that comes with strength, the responsibility of being the strongest."

"I won't get as strong as you sensei."

"Not with that attitude, that's for sure."

"I just. I want to help. I trained every day with my whole spirit in Kenya so I could prevent the people I care for being hurt. Now that I am back I can't make a difference. The only thing that has changed are my mission ranks and being the heir to a clan I don't belong to."

"Yuuta, it's your second day back. You are overthinking this. You are 17, it's too early in your life to have a crisis about not having accomplished enough. So take it easy.

"Yeah, I guess."

Yuuta still looked so sad. Silence engulfed the room once again as the conversation halted.

"Thank you sensei. I need some sleep to ease my mind."

"Alright have a goodnight. Oh and Yuuta?"

"Yeah?"

"Control your cursed energy. The whole building probably felt it."

"Oh, S-sorry."

12:31 PM

October 2nd

"Hey everyone! I brought lunch" Panda shouted at the crowd of students on the track and field. His hands, or paws, holding bags of sandwiches.

Everyone was gearing up for the exchange event that will take place in two days. It was exciting, everyone there had never participated in the event. This was a chance to earn some stripes from their teachers and move up in the world of sorcery, basically it was one step closer to a better salary.

"Fish flakes" Toge thanked his furry friend, grabbing a sandwich from the bag eagerly. The rest of his classmates and underclassmen followed suit. The strongest of them all, Yuuta, was missing. He had a special grade mission to attend to and would likely be gone for the whole day. Training able to go on though, everyone in high spirits and pumped for the day they had been practicing for.

They all sat on the steps while eating, making light hearted conversation. However Megumi's attention was half fixated on something else. He hadn't been back to Zen'in clan estate since the 28th, and Gojo had not kept him in the loop about if the vote had been delayed or not. It could be happening right now. That worried him a bit, but nonetheless he placed his faith in his teacher and man he had known for almost a dozen years. A world where power was centralized in the Zen'in was not a world he would like to imagine.

Jujutsu society existed in the shadows of the modern world. At least it did in today's time. In the Heian era of Japan, sorcerers would reign over the land and control everything. Gojo had once told him that the reason the Zen'in are so widely hated yet remain so closely intertwined with the politics of sorcery is because of mutual traditions they share with the most ancient higher ups.

They don't teach "wizard politics" in school but there were plenty of resources out there to learn it. The modern landscape of said politics could probably be best divided into 2 maybe 2 views; traditional and moderate.

The moderate side focused on keeping the status quo, the will of Tengen per say. Sorcerers would exist in the shadows and continue to exercise curses without any attention from the rest of the world. Traditional sympathizers would think the opposite; sorcery would take the forefront in the modern world, with complete control over every decision in every corner of the Earth. A class based society where sorcerers and humans would be ranked according to their ability in Jujutsu. True humans at the bottom, and then sorcerers of different levels populating each ranks up. Like one pyramid, The better you were at sorcery the higher you were placed.

Almost all sorcerers of the new era were opposed to this ideology, not to mention the many flaws and holes in that world view. Unfortunately, even after all the generation that had passed the elites still favored it. And the Zen'in would never oppose a system that rewarded the greatness they viewed as sorcery. A society where worth was determined by cursed energy and the user proficiency in it? It would be a dream come true for them.

"Fushiguro you alright?"

It was Kugisaki that had asked the question, looking over her classmate in concern. He had barely eaten the sandwich, too entrenched in his inner rambling.

"Sorry, I was thinking", Megumi quickly got back to chomping down on his food, he didn't want to let such a good sandwich go to waste.

"You're always thinking, how do you expect to find a nice woman if you are thinking around her instead of talking?" She teased, poking him in the side playfully. She was too good at annoying him.

'Y'know she's right Fushiguro, Sometimes you just gotta talk to the other person. In Fact it reminds me of two other pandas I used to know."

"Seriously?" Maki looked at him, her eyes conveying her doubt and disinterest through the glasses. She had gotten another spare purple rimmed pair.

"Oh yes Maki. One female panda was always cruel and mean but around the other male panda she was all soft and cuddly, they clearly adored each other but they never said anything sadly"

"You made that shit up, you don't even know any other panda's. Nobara what are you laughing about?" Maki asked her friend, confused why she was now giggling to herself.

"Its-Its nothing Maki, don't worry" Nobara clearly understood the joke Panda was making and she had only known Okkotsu for like 5 days. Toge and Megumi were also chuckling a little. Maki just decided to forget the matter altogether, deciding it wasn't worth her time to care.

Meanwhile

Zen'in Clan Meeting Chamber

"The vote has been moved to the 9th, just as you requested Father. Now that all of us are here without the whore and little halfbreed we can discuss our agenda openly" Naoya Zen'in spoke, venom laced in his tone as he referred to the two missing persons from the table.

"Calm yourself Naoya, Megumi will be a valuable asset in the future. In regards to our plans, I have the perfect idea of how to remove the new thorn in our side." The head of the Zen'in spoke.

"Are we positive this is a good idea? If we fail this could mean the end for us." Ranta exclaimed.

"Do not worry, we won't really have to do anything at all. We just need to let nature run its course."

Everyone looked to Naobito in confusion, very puzzled faces aimed at him. "What do you mean by that Naobito?" Junichi asked.

"You all saw in our last meeting right? How Maki reacted in defense of Okkotsu. I am sure they share a friendship and if we are truly lucky, something more."

"Father, I fail to see how that failure relates to our goal."

"It's simple. All we need to do is antagonize the Gojo, they will whine and cry in outrage as always. Their hatred for us will multiply, all the while their heir will be friends with not just one but two Zen'in."

That sounded just right to Naoya's ears, Perfect even. The Zen'in could completely avoid all punishment for conspiracy this way.

"And you plan for all of this to be able to occur within a week brother? The vote is set for the 9th and it is the 2nd." Ougi asked, studying his brother's face.

"Who says the vote needs to occur on the 9th? We can just request for more time. Remember, the Kamo are on our side too in this, if both clans request for additional time from the council then it will be granted. We are the ones in control here, not the Gojo."

That's right, the whole reason the Zen'in had finally made the move to try and remove the Gojo was because they had found an unlikely "ally". The Gojo were just reacting desperately to their every move. Eventually they will run out of cards to play and they will show their hand.

Just then Naoya got a genius, wicked, incredible idea. So Maki and Okkotsu were friends? They were classmates after all so their friendship was likely a safe assumption. The Gojo would love this delayed vote in order to scheme their survival further, knowing that Okkotsu alone wouldn't save them. The Zen'in also needed it in order to have a surefire way to remove them. Both sides needed the delay, but the Gojo needed it more.

"Father, with your permission I'd like to make a request." Naoya said as he looked towards his father, a sly grin crossing his face.

"And what would that be Naoya?"

6:43 PM

Outside Tokyo Jujutsu High school

Yuuta was exhausted. He had gone on 3 special grade missions today. None of them were hard but so time consuming. He had not eaten today either. He wanted to see his friends, maybe they would be up to watch a movie together, that sounded nice. Maybe play a game.

He needed to get more sleep. That had been his new year's resolution for like 3 years in a row, he's failed miserably each time. Miguel once told him it was incredible the level of fighting stamina he had given how little he slept and he also remarked how funny it was that Yuuta in fact grew a couple inches despite his sleep habits.

Most of the time the missions he would have to handle would involve unidentified sorcerer phenomena; innate domains and techniques. He had been sent out looking for special grade curses for a week now. All of his missions had recurring signs; horrific mutation of people, sometimes they were burnt or even skinned alive. It was disgusting. It was clearly a combined effort, but curses working together at this level seemed a little far fetched. They would have to be exceptional curses indeed to reach such a level. All the signs pointed to this fact though.

His mind was paused when he noticed another person sitting on the stone wall that aligned both sides of the path he was trekking on. A man with blonde hair sat wearing gray and black robes, one leg crossed on over perpendicularly while his head rested on his hand.

"I take it you're Okkotsu?"

"Uhm, yeah. Can I help you sir?"

After a beat he responded back. "You have a really strong aura, calm it down kid. I just want to talk."

"Oh uh sorry, I get told that a lot. Sorry." Yuuta apologized, hitting himself mentally, he needed to work harder on that.

After another momentary silence the man spoke, Yuuta could've sworn that he heard the guy call him a 'freak' under his breath though.

"I'd like to introduce myself to you."

"Oh, ok." Yuuta was very confused where this was coming from, this was certainly one of the weirdest introductions he had ever seen. Was the guy just sitting there waiting for him to get here? If so, how long had he been there?

"My name is Naoya, Naoya Zen'in."

Naoya's face almost erupted into a full smile when he saw the confused look on the boy's face descend into a thin frown. He was trying to hide his dislike for Naoya but was failing horribly at it. His cursed energy was also simmering, like a valcano waiting to erupt.

"Alright. Is that all" Yuuta asked him, voice pointed and serious.

"No, I want to tell you that I'm the one who choked and beat that bitch Maki senselessly. It felt great too."

If Naoya thought he had seen a fraction of the cursed energy Okkotsu had he was sorely mistaken. The energy he felt now was unlike anything he had felt in his life. Hatred was a word for it, but it probably wouldn't do it justice.

Yuuta's face was impassive but Naoya could see a soft vein barely visible on his forehead. The boy's eyes now pitch black, he was clearly restraining himself from attacking, just like Naoya knew he would.

"Is that all the reaction you have for me? Are you just going to stand there and look at me like you want to kill me?"

"Shut up."

He was growling with rage, he was so close to snapping. Naoya could tell, if he just pushed a few more buttons he would lose control.

"Speak of what? How I wrapped my hands around her windpipe and watched as life slowly left her eyes but at the last second let go. Or what about how I used a small knife to cut her arms all over."

Okkotsu's fists were balled up and shaking, he was so close. Just a little more.

"I could've done so much more with her y'know but she such garbage that it would've disgusted me, even though she does have an amazing figure-"

"Don't you dare speak another word" Yuuta harshly spoke. It was low, he didn't yell it but Naoya still stopped talking and was awaiting the special grade's response.

"You Zen'in disgust me. You are especially pathetic. I want to kill you right here right now but your clan isn't any of my business, It's Maki's. But if it does become my problem as well I will make good on this promise; you will be the first person I kill."

And then the boy just walked past Naoya, who had inadvertently frozen in mild shock and fear for a moment. Okkotsu didn't spare him a single glance as he walked towards the school.

Naoya had failed, he hadn't been able to encourage Okkotsu to strike him, setting off a chain of reactions that could ruin the Gojo. Now Naoya had painted a target on his back, Okkotsu knew who he was.

Dark Yuuta is tough to write but also fun. I defineitly believe Yuuta would truly consider destroying the Zen'in and/or Naoya in this situation. It seems incredibly likely to me that Yuuta had no idea the extent of abuse that Maki had gone through during her time in the clan.

All comments are appreciated, I read all of them.