Action takes place in 2080. The action takes place in the year 2080, 62 years after the events of the Shinjuku Showdown Arc. Gojo is dead, Sukuna is dead, many have died, but the events are over and a more peaceful life has come. By year 2035, Yuta became the head representative of the Gojo Clan, and acquired ownership of Panda following his loss of activity. Yuta also started a family and by year 2080 has teenage grandchildren. Yuta's grandson is named Tsurugi Okkotsu, while his granddaughter is named Yuuki Okkotsu. It is said that Yuta was closer to Yuka, while Maki was closer to Tsurugi while they were alive. Maki Zenin is his wife, whom he loves most. Yuka is 12 years old, Tsurugi is 13 years old. It had been a long time, but he had found happiness nonetheless.

Yuta looks like a tall, slender old man in good shape, his hair styled almost the same, although it is already gray. On his forehead, an old scar from the Kenjaku technique runs in a horizontal line. As the head of the Gojo clan, he is a respected and honorable man in the world of jujutsu. He usually dresses in white pants, a dark gray yukata, and a haori on top. Around his neck hangs an old Rika's ring, suspended by a thin rope.

However, the last year had been very difficult for him. His wife, the one he had known since his first year at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, Maki Zenin, died. Not in pain, not in agony, not in battle, no, of old age, after living a good life with Yuta and his friends. However, this didn't calm Okkotsu, and the old man fell into a deep depression after the death of the love of his life, and began to lose a huge amount of cursed energy. With each passing day, his cursed energy reserves, which had been even greater than Gojo Satoru's, were now fading, and Yuta couldn't find the strength to move on, even surrounded by his children and grandchildren. This was a blow to him greater than Sukuna's. No, Yuta didn't drown his sorrows in alcohol or seek new connections; no, he accepted it with dignity, not as the honorary head of the Gojo clan, not as a sorcerer of special rank, but as Yuta Okkotsu. But it was very difficult.

At the moment, he was in the Gojo clan's estate as its head. He hadn't attended any meetings recently, handing over the clan's affairs to his children. He himself had been secluded. Yuka and Tsurugi were also in the Gojo clan's territory, but they hadn't dared to encourage Yuta in recent months, as he'd been in this state for a year now, and the doctors said he needed more rest. This was also due to the severe loss of his cursed energy, which even Rika couldn't replenish. The old man sat silently, hunched over his knees on a pillow, looking at a photo of his wife with a black ribbon. Candles lit the room. The shoji door was open, letting in fresh air. The engawa glinted in the sun, his posture straight, and his hair fluttering softly in the light breeze. His eyes were calm and had the gentleness of an old man, while he allowed this only in the family circle, but the pain and weariness in them had long betrayed his feelings. The dark circles under his eyes that had been there as a teenager, gone by the time the war with Sukuna and Kenjaku ended, had reappeared decades later, as Maki's presence had erased them.

"You'd scold me for that and call me a 'weakling,' wouldn't you, dear...?" Yuta muttered hoarsely, looking at the photo of his wife, running a chapped finger along the edge, his strained, sad smile fading as his eyes welled up with tears, and he made no attempt to hide them. Placing his fingers in his eyes, he lowered his head slightly, and a barely audible sound, as if he were choking and gagging, escaped his throat as the old man's shoulders trembled slightly again.