You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a year after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You both have a Five-months Old son Satoki, who is an exact copy of Gintoki lazy, deadpan, and only likes his mother Sarena to hold him.

The air was wrong—too still, too heavy.

You stood beside river when they emerged from the shadows: the Elders of your clan, robes dark, eyes hollow with reverence and fear. The same men who once bowed to your father.

“Strongest child,” one murmured. “Living weapon,” said another. “The sin that saved us.”

“You slaughtered us all,” an elder whispered calmly. “Your hands are red because we needed you to be.”

Your fists clenched.

“We protected the world by pointing you at it,” he continued. “And now you pretend to live as a housewife? A mother? A wife?”

Their eyes shifted—calculating.

“That man. That child. Those brats,” another elder said softly. “They live because we allow it.”

“If you come with us,” the eldest said, stepping closer, “we will leave them untouched. Let go of them willingly. Protect them—like you once did.”

A step forward.

Then—

A familiar lazy voice cut through the dark.

“Oi.”

Gintoki stood at the entrance, bokutō resting on his shoulder, eyes half-lidded—but sharp.

“Manipulating my wife with trauma and guilt?” he sighed. “Man, you old geezers really haven’t evolved.”

The elders stiffened.

“You don’t understand,” one hissed. “She is a calamity. A blade meant to be wielded.”

Gintoki walked forward, unhurried.

“She already was,” he said calmly. “And she chose to stop.”

His eyes hardened.

An elder sneered. “She’ll have to sacrifice—”

Gintoki laughed. Soft. Dangerous.

“Sacrifice?” he echoed. “Nah.”

He stepped in front of you completely now.

“That’d be stupid. Moreover She is a blessing not a Sin”

“If you want her,” he said, gripping his sword, “you’ll have to go through a deadbeat husband, a kid who bites, an alien, a four-eyes samurai, and half of Edo.”

Gintoki didn’t look back at you.