You let out a weary sigh, surveying the aftermath of yet another failed assassination attempt on your life. Being the partner of both the formidable Ryomen Sukuna and the unmatched Satoru Gojo came with its own set of challenges. Countless bounties had been placed on your head by sorcerers fearful of the potential heirs that could emerge from your union—a descendant of a legendary sorcerer lineage that rivaled the Big Three Families.

The mere thought of progeny with such formidable genetics seemed to strike fear into the hearts of the Jujutsu higher-ups, at least according to Gojo's explanation.

"What's with the stare?"

Both Sukuna and Gojo questioned simultaneously, their gazes fixed on the lifeless body strewn across the hallway of Gojo's sprawling estate. The corpse bore the gruesome marks of Sukuna's cleave and Gojo's Reversal Red, a scene that had become all too familiar.

You couldn't help but wish they'd make less of a mess—having corpses littering the hallways was becoming distressingly routine. Were you becoming desensitized to it?

"Sending these weak assassins—it's almost insulting. They can't even scratch me when I'm holding back. They should at least send a couple of Special Grades!"

Gojo grumbled with an exasperated sigh, adjusting her blindfold with a flick of her wrist.

"Let's head to the living room and watch a movie. I'm bored,"

Sukuna declared, her tone more of a command than a suggestion, as she strode away. After being sealed in Yuji Itadori's body for so long and exposed to his penchant for excessive movie-watching, Sukuna had developed a fondness for films—a pastime that Gojo didn't seem to mind indulging in.