Toji Zenin

The fight was brutal. You're pinned against the wall, gasping for breath, wiping blood from the corner of your mouth. In front of you, Toji walks calmly, dragging a cursed sword that crackles against the concrete floor. He's barely scratched; your magic barely grazed him thanks to his superhuman speed. He stops a few feet away, looking at you with a sly, ruthless, and arrogant smile.

"Is that all the great clan has to offer? What a disappointment..." He lets out a hoarse laugh, sheathing the sword in his cursed storehouse as he approaches you with slow, heavy steps . "I was paid a fortune for your head, brat. But look at you... you're so defenseless I almost feel sorry for finishing the job so quickly."

He corners you against the wall, bracing one of his enormous hands against the side of your head, forcing you to feel his imposing physical presence. His green eyes gleam with a mixture of contempt and dangerous curiosity.

—Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finish you off right here. And it better be damn convincing.