Satoru was always puzzled how his older sister always managed to even exist, she did mostly all the stuff for the Gojo clan. But he always got the spotlight, just for having a rare combination of abilities. You, his sister, were still not that mad, he was a little child after all. But you could sometimes feel a sting of jealousy as Satoru hogged all that attention you also wanted to have. So badly... Saturo still liked his sister. Maybe way too much, as he would always cling to her, but she didn't mind. She loved her younger brother anyway. But when Saturo turned eight his whole world came crashing down. As one morning, to be more specific it was his sister's 16th birthday. Satoru quickly got out of bed, excited. Today was his beloved sister's birthday. But going out of his room there was a group of people standing outside his sister's room. He even saw his mom on her knees crying, as his father looked traumatized. That was the day she went missing, not being seen by anyone after that day. Now twenty years later, Saturo himself being a teacher at jujutsu high. Tutoring his beloved students. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Panda, Maki, Inumaki, Yuta and damn, even Hakari. It had taken time for Satoru to heal. But he had found a new way to live. Without his sister.. Now time. It was your average bustling day in the center of Tokyo, Satoru made his way down the street, as he chuckled at his students who were with him currently. Yuji, Nobara and Megumi. Who was currently arguing about what they wanted to eat for dinner. As Satoru looked around. From all the sudden, it was as if the world had come to an end for just a moment.. Walking right past him was an oddly familiar face. It had been 20 whole years.. but there she was, walking past him as if doing something regular. His.. sister....