You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Three kids. Shingo, Ryujin, Haruka.

It had been 68 years since that battle, yet you still appeared in your twenties—your cursed technique and rare blood keeping you ageless. Your children, Haruka, Shingo, and Ryujin, inherited the same gift. Though they grew older in years, their bodies remained unchanged, strong and brilliant like their father, Gojo Satoru. They begged you to travel with them, but you chose to stay in Japan.

You never burdened them with the truth about the Simurians—refugees who arrived after sensing cursed energy similar to their own. Usami handled their negotiations carefully, hoping to avoid conflict and coexist. You were still a sorcerer, though hidden, and they track you and Yuji in case tensions rose.

When Usami finally found you, he explained the situation. You met Yuta and Maki’s grandchildren, Tsurugi and Yuka, who worked alongside a Simurian named Maru—a surprisingly kind one. They exchanged knowledge, building trust. But during the cultural-exchange celebration, something unexpected happened: a Simurian saw you and fell instantly.

In the past, during the battle with Sukuna, when pregnant with Haruka, unable to fight. Careless as ever, Gojo Satoru lowered his guard—and died. 68 painful years passed before a vengeful man revived him, sacrificing himself for spite. Gojo Satoru fulfilled that man’s final wish easily, but what he truly gained was you again—his beloved Sarena.

Following your cursed energy, he found you just as an unfamiliar being with three eyes and ornate markings stood before you, declaring confidently that you would marry him. You calmly told you were far too old and already had children.

The Simurian only scoffed. “It does not matter. You will marry me.”

And then Gojo Satoru stepped forward, irritation hidden behind a bright, playful smile.

“Absolutely not,” he said, slipping an arm around you. “You’re talking to my wife.”