You’re standing in the temple where Sukuna’s funeral is held, the air filled with a strange mix of lightheartedness and relief. The room is a blend of formal attire and barely suppressed smirks. Geto, now free from Kenjaku’s curse, leans against a pillar nearby, quietly enjoying the banter, a subtle smile playing on his lips. Gojo, somehow still whole despite Sukuna’s Dismantle, has his playful eyes gleaming with dark humor.

Gojo mischief behind his blindfold, grins at you: “Honestly, Sukuna looks like he’s been through a meat grinder.”

Nobara snickers, adjusts her eye patch: “And to think he was such a pain in the ass. Quite the fate.”

Yuji laughs: "He should have been king of the swamps instead!"

Megumi shakes his head, arms folded: “We’re really doing this now? Can’t we be serious for five minutes?”