The Post-Battle

In the theater, as the final scene played out on the screen, a wave of exhilaration swept through the audience. Cheers erupted, and a sense of collective triumph filled the air. The realization that Ryomen Sukuna had been vanquished and would remain imprisoned within Yuji Itadori sparked a jubilant celebration.

Mei Mei, usually composed and reserved, allowed herself a rare moment of visible delight. "I must admit, I didn't think they'd pull it off," she remarked, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She raised a glass in acknowledgment of their hard-earned victory.

Kusakabe, usually skeptical and cautious, couldn't help but join in the celebration. "Well, looks like we can finally take a breather. Those kids did it," he said, shaking his head in disbelief and admiration. He clapped enthusiastically, his usual stoic demeanor softened by genuine pride.

Yuki Tsukumo, who had chosen not to join the final battle, stood up and raised her glass. "To the strongest sorcerers and to a world freed from Sukuna's terror," she toasted. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and respect for the younger generation who had succeeded against the odds.

"Time to party!" Miwa cheered, her voice echoing through the theater as she jumped up and down, unable to contain her excitement. She rushed to join her friends, eager to share in the joy of the moment.

Panda and Toge Inumaki exchanged a high-five. "Salmon!" Toge exclaimed, his voice brimming with happiness. Panda nodded vigorously, his large frame barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

Nobara Kugisaki and Maki Zenin were already discussing the details of the victory. "I knew they'd pull through," Nobara said confidently. "But seeing it happen was something else." Maki nodded in agreement, a rare smile on her face. "They showed everyone what true strength looks like."

Megumi Fushiguro, free from Sukuna's influence, stood quietly, a sense of relief washing over him. Yuji Itadori, now the bearer of Sukuna's imprisoned spirit, grinned widely, his characteristic optimism shining through. "We did it, guys. We really did it," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

A Few Minutes Later the Trio had arrived.

As everyone mingled and celebrated, Hiroshi, Gojo Satoru, and Suguru Geto were at the center of it all. Gojo's usually playful demeanor was even more pronounced as he joked and laughed with everyone. "Who knew the power of friendship could be so literal?" he teased, earning groans and laughs from his friends.

Suguru, ever the calm and collected one, took a moment to appreciate the camaraderie around him. "We all contributed to this victory," he said, his voice carrying a sense of fulfillment. "Let's enjoy it."

Hiroshi, reflecting on the journey they had all undertaken, felt a deep sense of belonging and accomplishment. "This is our moment," he said, raising his glass high. "To the strongest era of sorcery and the bonds that got us here."

The Jujutsu Tech auditorium pulsed with energy, a stark contrast to the somber mood that usually permeated its halls. Laughter and animated chatter filled the air as sorcerers from all over Japan gathered to celebrate an unprecedented victory: the defeat of Ryomen Sukuna and the coming of a New Era.

In a corner, nursing a glass of champagne, stood Yuki Tsukumo. Her eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the room. They lingered on Satoru Gojo, who was regaling a group with his typical braggadocio, before settling on a more intriguing figure—Suguru Geto.

Geto stood slightly apart from the main crowd, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips as he conversed with Senju Hiroshi. There was something different about him, Yuki noted. The shadows that had previously clouded his demeanor seemed to have lifted, replaced by a calm, almost serene determination, glad that his friends had won and the promised change will happen.

"So a New Age is coming, Hiroshi" Geto was saying, his voice carrying a warmth that Yuki hadn't heard.

"Yes, we can accelerate the Modernization of Cursed Energy no?" Hiroshi Smirked.

Suguru smiled back, "I'm looking forward to it a world where Cursed Energy is harnessed for humanity"

"Celebrating the victors, are we?" Yuki interjected, raising her glass in a mock toast.

Geto turned, his smile widening slightly. "Yuki. I was wondering when you'd join us."

"Oh? Missing me already, Suguru?" she teased, enjoying the brief flash of surprise in his eyes.

Senju Hiroshi chuckled, excusing himself with a knowing look that didn't escape Yuki's notice. As they stood there, the background noise faded into a comfortable silence between them. Yuki studied Geto, noting the subtle changes in his demeanor. He seemed more grounded, yet there was still that edge of danger that had always drawn her interest.

"So, tell me," she began, her curiosity piqued, "what's next for the man who helped take down Sukuna?"

Before Geto could answer, excited voices cut through the crowd.

"Master Geto!"

Suguru turned, his face transforming with a warm smile as two teenage girls rushed towards him. They collided with him in a flurry of hugs and joy.

"Mimiko, Nanako," he said softly, his hands gently resting on their shoulders.

Yuki watched, fascinated by this unexpected display of affection. The hardened curse user she knew was melting before her eyes into something... softer.

"Master Geto, you beat Sukuna!" Mimiko exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.

Geto chuckled, a sound that Yuki found surprisingly pleasant. "We all did," he corrected gently. "It was a team effort."

Nanako, slightly more reserved than her sister, looked up at Yuki curiously. "Who's this, Master Geto?"

Geto turned to Yuki, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. "This is Yuki Tsukumo. She's a very powerful and respected jujutsu sorcerer."

Yuki raised an eyebrow at the introduction, a smirk playing on her lips. "My, my, Suguru. I didn't know you thought so highly of me."

The girls bowed politely to Yuki, their eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and awe.

"Are you as strong as Master Geto?" Mimiko asked boldly.

Yuki laughed, a genuine sound that surprised even her. "That's a complicated question, little one. Strength comes in many forms."

Geto watched this interaction with interest, his arms still around the girls. "Yuki," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "I'd like you to meet Mimiko and Nanako. My adopted daughters."

Yuki felt a jolt of surprise, followed by a wave of... something she couldn't quite name. "Suguru Geto, a father. Now that's a plot twist I didn't see coming." She had very little interactions of Suguru Geto much less Jujutsu High.

As she watched Geto interact with the girls, explaining more about who she was and her importance in the jujutsu world, Yuki felt a shift in her perception of him. This was a side of Geto she had never seen before – gentle, patient, and fiercely protective.

"You know, Suguru," she said, her voice taking on a playful tone, "fatherhood suits you. Who knew you had it in you?"

Geto chuckled, a sound that sent an unexpected warmth through Yuki. "Life's full of surprises. Speaking of which," he paused, meeting her gaze with an intensity that made her breath catch, "the girls seem quite taken with you. Perhaps you'd like to come by Jujutsu High more often? I'm sure they'd love to hear about your experiences."

The invitation hung in the air, heavy with possibilities. Yuki found herself nodding, a smile playing on her lips. "I think I'd like that, Suguru. I think I'd like that very much."

Yuki raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this new side of Geto. "Oh? Do tell."

"Why don't you come by Jujutsu High next week? I'll show you."

The invitation hung in the air, laden with potential. Yuki found herself nodding, her interest thoroughly piqued.

As the celebration continued around them, Yuki found herself drawn into conversation with Geto and the girls. She observed the way Geto's eyes softened when he looked at them, the gentle way he answered their excited questions, the unwavering support he offered.

As the celebration continued around them, Yuki found her interest piqued in a way it rarely had been before. She watched Geto with the girls, noting the gentleness in his touch, the warmth in his voice – such a stark contrast to the fearsome Lord of Pandemonium she knew him to be.

A whimsical smile played on Yuki's lips. "Well, well," she mused to herself, "isn't this an interesting turn of events?"

Geto had always been a point of intrigue for her – a powerful sorcerer, one of the Big 3, a man who had teetered on the edge of darkness prevented by Hiroshi. Now, seeing him in this new light as a father figure, Yuki felt her curiosity deepen. How might this change in Geto's life affect the broader picture of curse energy and the jujutsu world?

Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and genuine interest. Geto's journey from the brink of becoming a curse user to this moment – a respected sorcerer and adoptive father – was nothing short of remarkable. It was the kind of transformation that made Yuki wonder about the true nature of curses and humanity.

"You know, Suguru," she said aloud, her tone light but her words carrying weight, "you might just be onto something here. Maybe the key to reducing cursed spirits isn't just about limiting new sorcerers. Maybe it's also about... this." She gestured vaguely towards him and the girls.

Geto raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her words. "Care to elaborate on that, Yuki?"

Yuki shrugged, her carefree nature coming to the fore. "Who knows? Maybe I will, maybe I won't. But I think I'd like to stick around and see where this goes."

Indeed, Yuki decided, this was a development worth exploring further. After all, she had always been drawn to the unconventional, to those who challenged the status quo. And Geto – the Lord of Pandemonium, one of the Big 3, now a devoted father – was nothing if not a walking contradiction of the jujutsu world's norms.

As she watched him laugh at something Mimiko said, Yuki felt a flicker of something beyond mere curiosity. She didn't bother to analyze it too deeply. For now, she was content to let this new dynamic play out, to see how it might reshape her understanding of curse energy, human nature, and perhaps even her own path forward.

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Hiroshi and Shoko stood together on a quiet balcony, the noise of the celebration behind them fading into the background. Tokyo's skyline was a sea of lights, casting a gentle glow over the city that had been their battlefield.

Hiroshi, feeling the warmth of Shoko against him, tightened his embrace and chuckled softly. "I believe I owe you a marriage," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "We've been through so much, and I think it's time we gave ourselves a little bit of normalcy, don't you think?"

Shoko, usually so composed, let herself relax completely in his arms. She nodded, her face nuzzling against his chest. "Yes, you do," she murmured, a soft smile on her lips. "It sounds like a dream, Hiroshi. After everything we've faced, to finally have something so... simple and wonderful. It's almost hard to believe."

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with affection and gratitude. "It's over," he confirmed, his voice gentle. "Sukuna is contained, the threats are neutralized, and we can finally breathe. We've earned this peace, Shoko. And we deserve to enjoy it."

She sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing small patterns on his back. "I never doubted you, you know. Even when things seemed impossible, I knew you'd find a way. You've always had this incredible strength and determination."

Hiroshi smiled, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights of the city. "And I couldn't have done it without you, without everyone. This victory belongs to all of us. But now... now it's time to look forward, to build something beautiful together."

The couple kissed under the moonlight, a tender moment that sealed their commitment to a future of peace and happiness.

The Next Morning, Senju Palace.

"Alright, let's talk about my marriage," Hiroshi declared, his voice full of anticipation.

"We're all set, Hiroshi. We were already expecting this," Senju Hiroto replied with a knowing smile.

"So when is it, Oji?" Hiroshi asked, smirking.

"When do you want it?" Hiroto asked back, raising an eyebrow.

"February 14th, Valentine's Day. A pretty good day to get married, no?" Hiroshi said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Hiroto chuckled, nodding. "A romantic choice, indeed. We'll make it a day to remember."

As preparations began for the grand celebration, the Senju Palace buzzed with activity. The excitement of a new beginning mingled with the joy of recent victory, making the atmosphere vibrant and hopeful. Hiroshi and Shoko's love story was about to take a beautiful turn, marking the start of a new chapter in their lives, filled with promise and happiness.

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Gojo materializes suddenly in Utahime's office at Jujutsu High, startling her as usual. He's wearing his glasses and a mischievous grin.

"Yo, Utahime-chan! Guess what? I've decided you're going to marry me," he declares casually, as if announcing he's going out for coffee.

Utahime, caught off guard, sputters, "W-what? Gojo, you can't just decide something like that on your own!"

"Oh? But I just did," he replies with a cocky smirk. "Come on, you know you can't resist my charms forever. Plus, who else could keep up with one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers?"

He leans in close, lifting his glasses to reveal his piercing blue eyes. His voice drops to a more serious tone, though still with a hint of playfulness.

"In all seriousness, Utahime... You're the only one who sees past all this," he gestures to himself, "and calls me out on my bullshit. You make me want to be better. So, what do you say? Want to spend eternity keeping me in check?"

From his pocket, he produces a ring—simple yet elegant, with a small blue stone that seems to shimmer with cursed energy.

"I even promised Suguru and Hiroshi I'd behave during the ceremony. Mostly."

Utahime stares at the ring, her mind racing. "Gojo, this is... this is insane," she manages to say, though her voice is softer now, touched by his unexpected vulnerability.

"Maybe," Gojo concedes, "but isn't that what makes it fun?" He takes her hand gently, placing the ring on her palm.

Utahime looks at the ring, then back at Gojo, who is watching her with an expression she rarely sees hopeful and earnest. She sighs, a small smile playing on her lips.

"You never do things the normal way, do you, Gojo Satoru?" she says, shaking her head slightly.

Gojo grins widely, sensing her softening. "Normal is boring, and I'm anything but."

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The sun rose on a crisp February morning, bathing Tokyo in a soft, golden light. At Jujutsu High, the usually somber halls were alive with excitement and anticipation. Today marked a momentous occasion: the wedding of Two of the 4 most powerful sorcerers in Japan.

The main hall had been transformed into a breathtaking blend of traditional Japanese aesthetics and modern elegance. Delicate cherry blossom branches and a mix of lovely flowers, courtesy of Hiroshi, creating an otherworldly ambiance. The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the fresh floral arrangements.

As guests began to arrive, the air buzzed with conversation and laughter. Jujutsu sorcerers from all over Japan, along with allies and friends, gathered to witness this unprecedented union.

The grand hall was alive with the hum of celebration as the wedding continued, a fitting backdrop to the joyous occasion. Amidst the festivities, Yuta Okkotsu sat with his old friend Panda, reflecting on the remarkable turn of events that had brought him back to life. The process of restoring his brain from stasis and reintegrating it had taken several weeks of meticulous care under the expertise of Shoko and Hiroshi.

"Yuta, I'm really glad you're back," Panda said, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of relief and happiness.

"Hey there, Panda-kun," Yuta replied, glancing at his palms with a mixture of disbelief and wonder. "It still feels so unbelievable that I was actually brought back from death."

A soft, ethereal glow began to materialize beside him, and Rika, now freed from the constraints of Cursed Technique Manipulation, manifested in her familiar, comforting form.

"Rika-chan," Yuta said with a warm smile, reaching out to pat her gently. "It feels like it was just yesterday."

"For you, maybe," Panda chimed in, his tone light-hearted. "But for us, it's been a few years."

"Salmon," Inumaki added, his voice as always a reassuring presence among friends.

The familiar figure of Maki Zenin approached, her steps deliberate yet graceful. She reached Yuta and gave him a gentle, friendly tap on the shoulder. "I'm really glad that you're back," she said, her voice carrying a genuine warmth.

Yuta felt a flush of color rise to his cheeks, his heart touched by Maki's words. "Me too, Maki-san," he responded, his voice soft but sincere.

As the conversation flowed and the celebration continued around them, Yuta felt a profound sense of gratitude and contentment. Reunited with cherished friends and immersed in a world that had moved on yet remained steadfastly familiar.

Near the entrance, Suguru Geto stood with his adopted daughters, Nanako and Mimiko. He adjusted Mimiko's kimono, a familiar voice called out.

"Oi, Suguru! Still the doting father, I see," Satoru Gojo approached, his blindfold replaced by a pair of stylish sunglasses for the occasion.

Geto chuckled, "Someone has to set a good example, Satoru. Heaven knows it won't be you."

As they shared a laugh, Senju Hiroshi joined them, his usually stern expression softened by the joy of the day. "The Big 3, getting married, although I was expecting you and Utahime to be together but not this fast" he mused, a rare smile gracing his features.

"I'm built different" Satoru Gojo said, "...why does that sound so right coming from you?" Hiroshi was baffled as he chuckled.

The three men stood together, a tableau of power and friendship that had shaped the jujutsu world. Their paths converged their bond remained unbreakable.

"Can you believe it?" Gojo grinned, his arm slung around Hiroshi's shoulders. "We actually made it here. Ended the Culling Games , defeated Sukuna, no end of the world scenarios. Just us, getting married like normal people."

Geto raised an eyebrow, "Normal? Satoru, there's enough cursed energy in this room to level Tokyo. I'd hardly call that normal."

Hiroshi nodded sagely, "Indeed. But perhaps that's what makes it perfect for us."

As they continued to reminisce, the ceremony began. The hall fell into a reverent hush as Utahime Iori and Shoko Ieiri entered, both resplendent in traditional white kimonos. Gojo and Hiroshi took their places, their faces a mixture of awe and adoration.

The Shinto priest began the purification ritual, his chants weaving through the air. As he did so, those sensitive to cursed energy could feel a subtle shift – the barriers around Jujutsu High strengthening, as if the very foundations of sorcery were blessing this union.

During the san-san-kudo, the ritual sharing of sake, Yuki Tsukumo leaned over to Masamichi Yaga, whispering, "Never thought I'd see the day when these troublemakers settled down. Especially Gojo."

Yaga chuckled softly, "Life has a way of surprising us all. Though I suspect 'settled' might be too strong a word where Satoru is concerned."

As the ceremony progressed, even the most hardened sorcerers found themselves moved. Yuji Itadori, seated between Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki, wiped away a tear. "It's just so beautiful," he sniffled, earning a gentle elbow from Megumi and a grin from Nobara.

After the exchange of rings and vows, the newlyweds turned to face their guests. The applause that erupted was thunderous, tinged with the crackle of barely contained cursed energy – a jujutsu sorcerer's equivalent of a standing ovation.

As the celebration moved to the reception, the hall transformed once again. Tables laden with a fusion of traditional Japanese cuisine and modern delicacies appeared, while soft shamisen music played in the background.

Gojo, never one for subtlety, clinked his glass for attention. "Alright, you bunch of curse-wranglers and domain-expanders! Let's raise a toast to love, to friendship, and to a better tomorrow!"

His words were met with cheers and laughter, the formality of the ceremony giving way to the warmth of camaraderie.

Throughout the evening, the hall was alive with reunions and reconciliations. Maki and Mai Zenin, once estranged, shared a quiet moment of sisterly affection. Aoi Todo engaged Yuji in an impassioned discussion about their "besto friendo" status, much to the amusement of onlookers.

In a corner, Master Tengen conversed with an adolescent Riko Amanai they are splitting image of each other, whilst one radiated an aura of youth the other calm and archaic, their presence a reminder of the deep painful history that was changed by the God of Sorcerers, that had led to this moment of joy.

As the night wore on, Geto found himself by the window, looking out at the moonlit grounds of Jujutsu High. Yuki Tsukumo approached, two cups of sake in hand. "Quite the night, eh, Suguru?" she said, offering him a drink.

Geto accepted with a nod. "Indeed. Sometimes I wonder how we got here, given where we started."

Yuki's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh? Feeling sentimental, are we? That's not like you, Lord of Pandemonium."

"Perhaps not," Geto admitted. "But nights like these... they make me grateful for the path I chose. For the people who helped me choose it."

Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion on the dance floor. Gojo had challenged Nanami to a dance-off, much to everyone's delight and Utahime's exasperated amusement.

As laughter filled the air, Hiroshi appeared beside Geto and Yuki. "I never thought I'd say this," he mused, watching Gojo's antics, "but I wouldn't have it any other way."

The three of them stood in comfortable silence, watching their friends and loved ones celebrate. It was a moment of peace in their tumultuous lives, a reminder of what they fought to protect.

As the night drew to a close, the newlyweds prepared to depart. Gojo, Geto, and Hiroshi found themselves together once more, sharing a quiet moment amidst the farewells.

"So," Gojo grinned, his arm around Utahime, "same time next year for a Big 3 reunion?"

Geto rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Let's try to keep the world from ending until then, shall we?"

Hiroshi nodded, his hand intertwined with Shoko's. "Indeed. Though with us four together, I almost pity any curse foolish enough to try."

As they shared one last laugh, the couples departed, leaving behind a night that would be remembered in jujutsu history – not for battles won or curses exorcised, but for the bonds of love and friendship that had proven stronger than any technique or domain expansion.

The halls of Jujutsu High, once again quiet, seemed to hum with the lingering joy of the evening. It was a new chapter for the jujutsu world, one filled with hope, unity, and the promise of a brighter future.