#jjk oc

“Impressive.”, Vania gets up despite her wobbling legs. “Time to end the simulation.”, Vel’s expression turns straight. Vania spins Slaughterer behind her back, the two ends diagonal with her body. “This is the final act, the Cosmos’ Eulogy.”, Vel’s core shatters itself, the shard hanging in the air as if gravity doesn’t affect them. Her legs touch the floor, sending a ripple through it Slaughterer flashes a deep red.

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tried lasso art again and it looks ahh oc name is kojiro btw [i watched too much sk8 the infinity] no i promise shes not heavily inspired by kirara I PROMISE GHGHGKD *explodes* /sendhelp

A Pacifist’s Rank Oneshot, Word Count 2.9k Zhao Ling Xi, or better known to the Japanese public Erika, is a well known gyaru-fashion icon. Originally, though, she was much more intriguing. Underneath the bedazzled jackets and miniskirts lies a powerful Buddhist sorcerer, with ties to a Jujutsu legend. Her return to the scene has reduced her to being Gojo Satoru’s errand runner, and in that task she is charged with delivering a warning. A/N: Do not ship this. Not a choice. Like firmly no. “Erika! This way!” “Look here!” “Hold that pose, and there!” A well placed wink, a cheeky smile, a flipped over peace sign with a mischievous smirk. Big, warm-blonde curls flicked over her oversized pink jacket, as her long fake lashes batted at the cameras. Her contact-clad eyes didn’t seem to be bothered by the light, finding each lens with practiced ease. Three more poses. Then two. Then the final, a simple peace sign over the eyes, a traditional staple of the kurapika-inspired shoot she found herself contracted to. “Excellent work, Erika-chan!” The woman kept the polite smile as she bowed, “An excellent photoshoot, thank you for your time.” The promotional items were exchanged in favor of the woman’s black and gold tracksuit, adorned with a unique set of gold buttons. She buttoned it halfway, letting her tank top peek from underneath the jacket. She was handed her black and gold bag, and her bottle of green tea she asked be provided every shoot. Like clockwork, the woman bowed once again and exited the Shibuya studio with a small smile, that didn’t fade as she took out her bedazzled phone. People strolled the street, a complete array from couples on dates to salarymen running back from their lunches, but no one paid much atention to the extravagantly dressed girl standing stock still on the sidewalk, staring at the device in her hand. It rang with a cutesy ringtone, one she had found within the presets when the phone was gifted to her. The name on the screen was familiar, a former upperclassman from high school, begrudgingly programmed in after her friend had returned to the scene they met in. She slid the green answer button over and brought the phone to her ear, fully prepared to hear something ridiculous. “Ling Xi! Have I ever told you my students here are huge fans?” The blonde girl began to walk down the street with a soft chuckle, certainly a ridiculous way to start a conversation, there was no doubt as to who had called her. Despite the time past, and the events of their youth, Gojo Satoru still took time to butter her up before making a request. “What is it you need, Gojo? You forget I know you tend to flatter when you’re in need of a favor.” Zhao Ling Xi, known to Japan as the infinitely popular model Erika, had been one year behind Gojo Satoru and his group of friends at Jujutsu High, though circumstances, and personalities, had been much different then. “What, I can’t call up an old friend-” “Apologies, but the only person who calls to catch up is Kento. What exactly do you need, I’m not unwilling to help.” She clarified as she stepped into the black van awaiting her. A drawback of her fame, she found, was her inability to travel like a normal person. But that may have been a blessing in disguise as the door closed and the nature of Gojo Satoru’s call changed. “Well… it involves the Zenin clan.” Gojo’s voice spoke casually. Ling Xi’s face didn’t move. Her body didn’t react. She simply processed what had just been asked of her, only daring to question the intention after she realized why exactly Gojo had thought of her. “Him, I presume.” On the other side of the line, Gojo Satoru sat surrounded by a small group of baffled teens. One girl and one boy stared at the smartphone on the table with comically-wide eyes. “Is he really talking to the Erika?!” The boy with pink hair whispered, and the short-haired girl had to hold in a squeak of disbelief when she spoke again, her polite and soft voice coming through the phone’s speaker. “Gojo, as part of my training I do not feel dislike for anything or anyone, simply see them as vessels that hold good and bad karmic energy. You remember this, correct?” All eyes moved to Gojo, who simply shrugged, “Of course.” Back with Ling Xi, her eyebrow twitched at the nonchalance. “Why exactly are you asking a favor of me regarding the deepest concentration of negative karmic energy I have ever born witness to? I believe you remember he and I coming together a year ago, when I was asked to evaluate his cursed energy. “Because you, my favorite Buddhist, are bound by different Jujutsu principles, and you’re a good bet to keep his attention off of us and on you.” He responded, and the teens all looked at the white-haired sorcerer in confusion. He noticed, of course, and quickly tapped the mute button on his cell-phone. “Japanese icon Erika, her real name is Zhao Ling Xi, and she’s a pure Buddhist Jujutsu sorcerer.” The teen girl with short brown hair seemed dazzled, and the teen boys all blinked in shock. Gojo unmuted the phone, “Have your driver come to the school after you finish your discussion with him, you have a fan club here.” Ling Xi sighed, “Will you be accompanying me in this endeavor or will I be visiting negativity incarnate on my own?” Silence followed Ling Xi’s question, and she tilted her head in confusion. “Gojo. Gojo-“ Three beeps, and Ling Xi frowned, "He hung up.” She muttered and her bedazzled phone sank from her ear into her lap. He left her no choice really, what a conniving man. Given the history between the two, and their obvious tension, of course she would be used to throw off scrutiny. Kento Nanami had disclosed much of what was happening over their standing weekly coffee meetup. The vessel of Sukuna enrolling in Jujutsu High as a first year, only adding to the problem of the Zenin power vacuum between Kyoto and Tokyo. “Alright, then that would be that. Please, take me to my home, and then to this address.” She spoke as she brought her phone back to her focus, typing in the address of a compound she had visited twice before. _____ “I sincerely doubt he called ahead. So I truly will be walking into an ambush.” Ling Xi sighed, staring out the tinted window at the gates to the Zenin Clan Compound. The Zenin Clan was wary of Zhao Ling Xi. She, in looks alone, deeply upset the traditions they held so dear. And even worse, her bloodline was tied to arguably one of the most powerful sorcerers that ever lived, the descendant of disciples of he who conquered all of Japan amidst a Civil War, 2 millennia ago. A long, long line of power and traditions that made the Zenin clan look like a kindergarten game of house. She stepped out from the car, her heeled knee-high boots clacking against the raw stone. She smoothed her brown skirt and turned to speak to the driver, “Please wait here for one hour, thank you.” Surely an hour was more than enough time to convince Zenin Naoya to not focus on Jujutsu High for a moment. The car door closed, leaving Ling Xi to simply hold onto her orange-fabric belt tied at her waist. A special belt. One she sincerely hoped she wouldn’t have to use inside the Zenin walls. As a servant peeked out of the gate, eyes widening in fear, she knew that someone had, in fact, warned them of her coming. She didn’t say a word, letting the pathetic follower lead the way through the winding maze of traditional buildings. The minutes ticked by in silence, however the silence was charged. Ling Xi had visited twice before. Once as a child with her father, where she evaluated the energy of Zenin Naobito, and angered him with her warnings of bad omens. The second time she came alone as a naive Jujutsu High graduate, faced down the entire clan, and declared that Zenin Naoya’s karmic energy was even more dire. Each visit she brought with her more and more disparaging news to the clan, news that never seemed to make it out of the walls, much less through the thick skulls of the leadership. Her white, knee-high sock-clad feet came to a stop in front of a door she knew well. The reception room. So he was waiting. She slipped open the shoji screen, brown leather jacket squeaking slightly with the effort. Her shoulders stiffened slightly seeing the blonde man sitting at the head of the room, looking smug. Like he had lured her here to be beaten, instead of the lecture he was about to receive, for the second time. Her face remained stony, simply, meeting his gaze in confident defiance. “Zenin Naoya. I believe you were informed last time that a secondary visit from me is not in your best interest.” Zhao Ling Xi’s annoyed expression met the confident eyes of the heir to the Zenin Clan, who gave a sarcastic laugh. “What, here to lecture me on Buddhist thought, Karmic Retribution? It’s cute, your dedication to it.” He drawled, but Ling Xi didn’t react, "I don’t care about your predictions, and you know that. Why are you even here?” “I am here on behalf of Jujutsu High. The Zenin Clan’s heir, Zenin Naoya, is being ordered to refrain from any interference targeting the Zenin heirs currently enrolled.” It was simple psychology, dealing with Naoya. Less to do with her own Buddhist school of thought and more to do with manipulation. He was negative, and could not be diluted with positive, as his negative energy was so disgustingly thick it felt as though she could choke if she got too close to it. However ignoring it, and him, served to make it worse. The secret third option? Something she had found on an online forum, thanks to Shoko, ‘grey-rocking’. Acknowledging, responding, but not reacting. Ling Xi didn’t even change her stance as a short, haughty laugh rang through the tatami room. That indignant laughing faded away as Ling Xi made no effort to rebut, instead standing and staring as if her words were final on the subject. “Ordered?! By who, you?!” He exclaimed, rolling his eyes. The dialect he spoke in was grating to her ears, but she did not react at all, simply elaborated. “Yes, by the Zhao Family.” He stood, and Ling Xi immediately grabbed her orange belt with a blank expression. “Starting off, the Zhao Family holds no weight here, Xi Xi. Last I checked that only mattered over in China,” The nickname delivered in his puffed-up tone made her eyebrow twitch, but she had more pressing matters. Naoya was fast to begin with, and dangerous once his technique was applied. And now he was primed to strike. “Secondly, and I have to ask this one, did Gojo Satoru put you up to this? He’s stupid to, but also lucky I don’t waste my time fighting pacifist trash who believe they’re anything but inferior.” Ling Xi didn’t answer, simply stepped backward as Naoya took one step forward, causing a wicked, lopsided smile to split his face. His head tilted dramatically as he lazily leered, like a snake with a cornered mouse. In rebuttal to this threat, her breathing evened, and the energy circulating around the room changed. If she had closed her eyes, she would have seen it. Her own, lighter energy high in the air, settling on the ceiling as to avoid Naoya’s heavy, darker energy on the ground. It felt rotted, like it soaked into her bones and made her drowsy. In it she felt something new, though, besides the usual spite and arrogance. It was a risk she had to take. If all else failed, her domain would come in to save the day. Her own energy sank to the middle of the space, leaving a lighter feeling in the room as she spoke softly, “Why do you hold resentment, Naoya? That is an emotion that can ruin people like us very quickly. I’m sure you remember.” His expression shifted from bemused to irritated, “I forgot about your stupid little party trick.” “A party trick that never ceases to expose you, you do remember when it brought your clan nothing but humiliation, right?” The energy, in her mind, began to build like a wall slowly filling with water. Naoya’s negative energy sloughed behind it, the eerie dark purple darkening behind the lighter blue her energy began to take. She knew his technique well, 24 frames in the future. If she moved the energy in the right way, there was a chance she could slow him down, bring that number down, or even obscure her motion entirely. Her belt was unclipped from her skirt, revealing a trailing orange rope and an obscenely heavy metal dart tied to the end. A cursed weapon, guarded by sorcerers responsible for the Shorinji Kempo discipline in Kanagawa, granted to Ling Xi at her acceptance to Jujutsu High. “I did not come here to fight, simply to make you understand your position. I don’t know what your business is with the students of Jujutsu High, however your interference will make the Zenin power vacuum much worse. Leave them alone, and keep your place. I know how much you care for your power.” A blink, a single solitary second, and Naoya had crossed the floor, intent on hitting Ling Xi with all the force he could muster, for what he perceived as insolence. However his adversary’s technique had worked quite well, allowing her more time to react. It was mere seconds, but with her experience, the seconds were more than enough. The orange rope flew with frightening speed around her arm, wrapping around Naoya’s back, and then hand and pulling taught, preventing him from landing the hit. Zhao Ling Xi met his enraged gaze in challenge, wrapping the other end around her hand, turning to the side in order to tighten the pull. “I do not deliver Karma, Zenin, but I do bear a warning. Your energy is disgusting, moreso than when we first met. Be very careful of the path you’re treading, or you may lose yourself entirely.” She warned, her tone flat, “The Zenin Clan is due for upheaval, and your vile energy tells me that you will not be in as beneficial a position as you imagine. Leave the Jujutsu High Students alone, and accrue a shred of good Karma to perhaps save yourself.” “Just what are you going to do about it, you’re too much of a coward to even hit me.” She gave a sharp tug to the rope, wrapping Naoya’s other fist in the same orange ribbon with a glare, “Pacifism is not cowardice Naoya. I’m choosing to leave you intact. Perhpas the Zenin Clan should practice that,“ Naoya tried to pull against the rope, but Ling Xi kept a firm hols as she stared him down, “The Zhao Family holds more weight than you could ever imagine. The pacifism in our history is the reason your clan is allowed to exist. Do not upset that balance. I give you a final warning.” She released the rope’s hold on his hands, leaving him to stumble angrily, and moved back toward the door, turning her back to him. That act alone reignited the indignant rage within the man. “You are one wrong endeavor away from losing any desirable reincarnation, your energy is beyond recognition. Your death will be dishonorable, your transformation bitter, and your reincarnation disappointing unless you heed this warning.” He grabbed the back of her jacket, but a burst of energy violently pushed him away, ripping the back of her outer layer. Naoya steadies himself on his feet, angrily staring at the retreating figure of Zhao Ling Xi, the single woman that he was forced to admit outranked him. And the worst of it: She didn’t even fight him for that dominance. Though a wicked smile grew on his face when he noticed the slight stumble in her walk. _____ “A long, long time ago there was a civil war that drove all of Japan apart. One sorcerer took the chance and with what we now believe to be a near infinite domain expansion, conquered all of Japan.” The group of students blinked in shock, as their teacher continued. “His name was Dhruv Lakdawalla. His disciples, when he incarnated for a second time, brought his body to China to protect it from the other sorcerers running rampant. Our friend Ling Xi, or as you know her, Erika-chan, is a direct descendant of Xuan Zhang, one of those disciples.” Zhao Ling Xi was a rare breed of jujutsu sorcerer. Though this line had no inherited techniques, the skill at which Ling Xi was able to control her own energy meant her uproot from Henan, to a Shorinji Kempo training group in Kanagawa, until the time came for her to join Jujutsu High. Her cursed technique, Pathway, allowed her to manipulate her own cursed energy however she saw fit, and her weapon Samsara’s Tether , a rope dart with a long, ancient history of users. Then came her domain, Conscious Retribution, a domain so unique, few were sure of its inner workings. She was truly the pride of the Zhao Family. The students sat dumbfounded at this information. Because it meant that one of the most famous fashion influencers in all of Japan, a woman that girls and boys alike wanted to be and be with, was their senior. And more importantly, it meant that this pop culture icon was in possession of ancient, powerful technique that predated even the King of Curses himself. And above all, according to Gojo, she was a total pacifist. As two of the teens nearly tripped over themselves to grill their teacher about this development, Gojo Satoru could only think about the Zhao Family. With Sukuna’s finger being ingested by Itadori Yuji, it opened a possibility that he would need to be contained in case of emergency. Maybe, just maybe, something older than Sukuna could contain him. It would have to be worth a try. Go Back ->

‘Don’t Get Cocky, Patchwork.’ THE STORY IS HERE! Now as I said in my last post, the characters might be very OOC. But I tried and I needed to write something of JJK since I still can’t find any roleplay partners who would do this. Anyways! Please enjoy this story and tell me if you want more!!…. A group of curses and a sorcerer, they seemed to be heading towards a hot spring area. One had a volcano for a head, one that had antlers coming out from its eyes and a red squid. Also, another with a patchwork face, though this curse…. Was too cocky for his own good. “Ohh! A hotspring!” The patchwork face curse yelled as he ran ahead and pulled off his clothes and jumped into the water. Splashing hot water everywhere, Jogo grunted in disapproval as he sat down on a stack of rocks away from the splashing curse. Kenjaku, the sorcerer who had Geto’s body under wraps, had also taken a seat on a flat rock as he watched the others enjoy this moment. “Man! You guys missed it, I fought Sukuna’s vessel! It was so thrilling!” He said with a proud smile and sat up in the water, clapping his hands together and laughed. “I was about to win… Until I heard HIM! And I was just about to kill the vessel but I ended up touching his soul.” Jogo scoffed and shook his head and slightly balled his hands into fists, “You can’t be so careless! Not with Sukuna’s vessel!” He scolded him. This hot headed curse knew better, if any dared to anger him they would be killed in a heart beat. “Volcano head is right.” A voice came from on top of rocks, they quicked turned their gaze towards the voice. Though the only one who wasn’t on high alert was Kenjaku, he simply looked toward the voice and had that calm expression on his face. The man held up his hand towards the others, “Calm down everyone. They won’t do anything.” “Who are they?” Jogo said suspiciously, ready to fight if needed. Mahito simply floated around in the water, though his eyes sparkled with interest. “That is Kuzuryu, a cursed hybrid that’s nearly as strong as Sukuna. A creature that can keep up with him, 50/50 against each other.” Geto said simply as he glanced at them. The curse lets out a low chuckle as the creature stood up and hops down and lands next to the man. Their strange colored eyes shifted towards the man and quietly hummed as she flicked her forked tongue like a snake. “She is? I don’t sense much cursed energy on her.” Jogo pointed out, now realizing that he couldn’t really sense their energy, which was somehow more creepy. Kuzuryu tilted their head back and laughed as she lightly shook her head and smirked smugly as she looked at Jogo, their tail swayed as they moved towards the hot-headed curse. Then they gestured towards the talisman hanging from their antlers. “Simple. See these? They contain and control my energy and hide it.” They then held up a hand stopping Jogo from talking, they raised a brow at him and snickered and offered a smug smile, “Why, do I hide it? So I won’t be found. Clearly. When you’re powerful, you must think clearly about your energy. Or you’ll have to deal with annoying sorcerers.” There was silence for a moment then they snorted and put their hands on their hips. “Sneak attacks and surprise attacks are my favorite.” “Hey! You said Jogo was right, I was just having a little bit of- AGH” The hybrid curse was suddenly in front of Mahito, their hand on his chest and shoved him against the rocks. Normally he would react quicker but for some reason he could feel something gripping his soul tightly where he could not move. It felt hot. Burning hot. “One useful tip for you. Little curse.” Their voice was calm and even gentle in an odd unsettling way. The curse leaded closer as they stared into the patchwork cursed eyes, “You push someone to the point of breaking… And get cocky while you do it.” A pause. “You will die .” They stayed there for a moment before pulling away and hops out of the water and flicked off the water from their tail. Mahito visibly exhaled and put his hand on his chest, that familiar twisted grin spread across his face but he didn’t say anything. Though he was cocky, he knew he shouldn’t push his luck. When he felt their hand on his chest, they were gripping his soul and that violent cursed energy was strong. Almost as strong as Sukuna. “Now.. I would love to stay and chat. Sadly I must take my leave.” They spoke calmly as they shifted towards Mahito once more, their eyes not leaving theirs. “Remember what I said.” As they finished their words, black fire curled around them, vanishing into thin air. The air sparked with the violent cursed energy for a moment, causing the curses to go wide eyed. “Sh-She wasn’t bluffing.. It felt..” Jogo started for a moment but even his snappy remarks died on his tongue. Geto quietly chuckled as he looked towards the sky, it was a pleasant surprise to see that creature of death again. Though these thoughts of seeing them again. Was not his own. “Hmm… How curious. As this body met this curse before…?” Jogo looked towards Mahito and didn’t like the look on his face, he let out an annoyed sigh. “Let me guess. You aren’t listening to her, are you?” “Nope!” “Idiot.” Jogo sighed heavily as he shook his head while Mahito just laughed it off and continued to splash in the water. .. … …. …. … .. . The Shibuya incident. The Dragon Kitsune floated in the sky as her eyes watched the fight below, she hadn’t stepped in to help either side. She was simply watching. Though she did stop by to see Uraume. It was nice to see an old face from the golden days and to see him as well. Her different colored eyes stayed on the fight between Yuji, Sukuna’s vessel and the curse that she had warned. She lightly shook her head as she scoffed quietly, sneering slightly. “Blasted thing..” she muttered quietly. This was going to be very interesting; she could already tell. She watched as the patchwork curse was struggling backward, like scared little prey being hunted by a pack of wolves. She smirked softly and lightly shook her head and sighed quietly. “Never learned how to quit… These things are likely to happen.” She spoke to herself and then spotted a familiar figure. It was Geto. No. She knew who it was. It wasn’t actually Geto. Kuzuryu wrinkled her snout once more. As much as she wanted to watch this more, she had to leave. Her tail flicked as she held up her hand and black fire shifted around her hand up her arm. Her eyes shifted down to Yuji, now full-on running. “Ah.. I wish you luck. Little one.” With that, she disappeared into the black fire.

Vania unsheathes the unsplit Slaughterer. “No domain for me, I guess.”, she shrugs. Vel’s core shines a blinding flash. When the two women open their eyes, they find themselves in a white void. “If I did not know any better I would have said that this is heaven. Graceful as always.”, Vania nods. Vel gently closes her eyes and puts on a tender smile. “Kneel.”, her voice sounds like that of a mother putting her child to sleep. Vania’s eyes widen, instantly obeying. Vel appears beside her, putting her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “This will not do. I am not one to be fooled by you.”, she taps it rhythmically. “…”, Vania stands completely still, producing only the quiet sound of breathing. Vel floats around, stopping in front of Vania. “Perish.”, Vel opens her eyes.

School sketches #1 😛 Just some of Angelica and a random bird

hey guys i relly love jjk ocs, so you should totallyyyyy join my discord jjk oc server and show them offfff application required to avoid raid bots, so it might take a little long for it to be accepted but youll get in eventually i swear https://discord.gg/DQ4GuFzJ

Orumi!!!! My JJK OC who is pretty OP as fuck. I might talk about her lore later, but I like shipping her with Kento for funs :3

“ maybe start living it ? ” attempted suicide, self harm i’ve never actually drawn these two interact before besides a joke comic , so this is kind of new . also i drew yuji hi yuji fans hii hiiii

art collab with some friends (I would so tag them but neither of them have tumblr)

Sukuna watching Ling Xi split her cursed energy and physical body in ‘combat’ (she hasnt actually engaged in the fight, instead playing defense): side note why the fuck did my brain decide this was a good ship absolutely the fuck n o t

jjk oc’s again…! first character: @selefur ALT

idk how to draw sukunas true form mb first time drawing abs BEAR WITH MEE

I think you’d like this story: “Fate of the Wisteria (Satoru Gojo x OC)” by Faebae90 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/406419208?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Faebae90 Fate of the Wisteria (Satoru Gojo x OC) - Faebae90 - Wattpad

The Executioner’s vessel i’m very sorry for not being active on my tumblr but i do wanna show you one of my trio ocs and i might try to finish the fic

The space stays silent for a bit. “…Indeed. I knew it. You are quite the actress, dearest. I noticed the lack of Disruption.”, Vel smiles faintly. “…Still sharp as always, beloved. I have to admit, this is nothing. You have fallen from grace.”, Vania sighs before standing up. “I told you, I am ages past-”, Vel’s words cut off when she warps away. Vania spins Slaughterer with her left hand, slashing herself in the process. She dashes and slowly swings the twinblade upwards at the same time. Vel tilts her head and flicks her fingers ar the air. As Vania prepares to bring the blade into an arch, her vision cracks like a mirror and falls into bits like shards of glass. She closes her eyes and shakes her head quickly before opening her eyelids. The pieces of reality piece themselves back as if they never broke. Vel still stands in front of her even as the parabola gets dangerously close.

Passive Tradition Zhao Ling Xi is a Chinese sorcerer descended from disciples of Dhruv Lawkdawalla , and Jujutsu High Alum who became a famous gyaru model after graduation. However, after the tragic death of Suguru Geto, she rejoins the fray to help keep everything from crumbling, and to ensure the world of sorcery stays balanced. Too bad Yuji Itadori just ate Sukuna’s Finger. A Pacifist’s Rank Zhao Ling Xi is tasked with delivering Zenin Naoya a warning. Social Distance Kento Nanami and Itadori Yuji reported a nasty little special grade that Ling Xi is intrigued by, deciding to investigate this power of ‘manipulating souls’, something she does not even believe in. PREVIEW The Old-Schoolers Ryomen Sukuna is familiar with Dhruv Lakdawalla, however he is unfamiliar with the ability to split a soul and body in jujutsu sorcery. He has questions, and once Sukuna has decided to pick your brain, it’s far too late to fix the problem. Karmic Judgement Amidst the culling game, we see an immovable object meet its unstoppable force: Higuruma Hiromi, the wise and fair lawyer, vs. Zhao Ling Xi, the righteous and non-violent sorcerer.