Jujutsu Kaisen Enemy Novels & Stories

Instead, he set his cup down like a showman reveling in his performance. Then, with measured grace, he started to step closer. "I told you, sweetheart," he murmured with spread-out hands. "We never lose." Isla remained stiff, her body tense, watching his approaching figure like a statue trapped between disbelief and something far more dangerous. Of course, she had seen and tasted power before, but this… this wasn’t power. This was something colder and deadlier. This wasn’t just about Vanessa. Damien Blackwood didn’t Just fight back enemies.

Conall I need to get out of this damn hospital. I hate it, but they aren’t letting me go until someone can pick me up. I managed to drive myself here; I would have managed to drive back. Yes, I am in pain because of those bastards, but it could have been worse. They only caught me off guard because my back was to them. As soon as I realized what was happening, I fought back, and once I did, they couldn’t get the upper hand again. Everything happened so quickly—it was clearly planned, since they were waiting for me and no one else, so I know it wasn’t random. My face is a mess: they split my eyebrow, gave me a busted lip, left me with a black eye, and I ended up with a couple of cracked ribs

I tried to defend myself but they weren't even letting me. And Jose...he didn't look at her first but his eyes caught mine. He had this disappointment on his face like I'd proven him right. "Vine!" He roared, he was on me in a second grabbing my shoulders. I could smell the rage on him. It was real this time. And suddenly, there was silence and I knew the worst had come. The supreme alpha, her cruel father. He wasn't here earlier. He cut through the crowd like blade, I saw him from behind Jude, drawing close.

RIA'S POV The warrior assigned to me is named Colt and he is the quietest person I have ever been around. He knocks at my door in the morning and when I open it he is standing there with his arms at his sides and he just nods and waits for me to be ready. He does not introduce himself. He does not explain what we are doing. He is simply there and he is going to stay there and after a minute I decide that I prefer this to someone who talks too much.

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

The enemy was as surprised as me. Madarashi said, “Very well then!!” and charged right at them. The enemy also opened fire but somehow amazingly he was dodging all of them. I couldn’t understand how he was able to do that. Then Mr. Jihad explained to me, “Yukioshi, if you believe in superpowers then you can consider this as one. But Madarashi isn’t doing that with superpower rather with his own skills. He observes really closely all the movements of the enemy, their gesture, posture and then he can calculate when, where and how they will shoot and thereby take actions accordingly.”

he said. Shocked, he quickly got up. "What? Under the same roof as her?" he panted and tried to strike him again but he dodged it. “If you think attacking me the same way would work the first time, it sure as hell wouldn’t work the second time. I am the heir to the Cai school of martial arts.” He then tossed his bag at Kazuha. “My name is Cai Kang and I accept your challenge for the sake of getting to my first day in class on time.” He said. Everyone at the building is watching the fight.

I’ve gotta use what Jiji-sensei taught me. Tamashi closed his eyes and lowered his head, thinking back to his training with Sensei earlier that day. “Remember this guiding principle: always let your enemies come to you. Let them make the first move.” Tamashi placed his hand on his hip as he contemplated Sensei’s declaration. “Wait, I don’t get it. Why can’t I just end the fight as fast as possible? Say if I’m protecting someone from a bad guy. I don’t want to give the bad guy a chance to hurt that person. So the best course of action would be to end the fight quickly.”

Someone wanted us dead. Suddenly, a fearless enemy fighter sprung from the darkness, intending to take us by surprise. But Chuks's training had been honed in Japan, his reflexes to perfection. With a swift movement, he unsheathed his katana the assailant's head rolled on the floor our eyes met, and he nodded.