The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

"What did you say your name was? Fuheishen'er?"

Dong Yangping looked at the burly man in front of him, unable to hide the shock on his face.

The prominent scar on the right corner of the man's mouth, combined with his experiences over the past 20 years, reminded Dong Yangping that this was real.

This is the tyrant and ruler I remember—Fuheishen!

This is the world of Jujutsu Kaisen!

Dong Yangping was stunned, his mind flooded with memories...

The burly man frowned, looking at the man in front of him who was even more burly than himself, wondering why this guy kept staring at the corner of his mouth.

Now I'm actually spacing out.

Isn't that a pervert?

I have a bad feeling about renting the room to this guy!

He then began to scrutinize her with a wary look.

Because his wife was pregnant, expenses increased, and he needed to prepare for the future. Without any magical powers, he was no different from an ordinary person, except that his body was slightly stronger.

After leaving the Zen temple, he had no source of income and could only make a living by doing odd jobs.

It's manageable to cover expenses normally, but it won't work when his wife is pregnant.

He couldn't let Huihui go out to work while she was pregnant, and Huihui also strictly forbade him from taking on black market jobs.

After discussing it, the two decided to rent out a spare room in their house.

His wife was originally supposed to come to see the tenants today, but he was worried, so he came instead.

Now, Shen'er is actually somewhat glad he didn't bring his wife over, otherwise that pervert...

Are you going to rent it or not?

"Also, my surname isn't Fuhei, you can just call me Shen'er."

Shen Er didn't want to mention his surname; he hated the surname "Zen Temple," he hated it terribly!

Shen'er's voice pulled Dong Yangping back to reality.

Dongyang Ping took a deep breath, looked at Shen Er who was wary, and then forced a smile.

"rent!"

At the same time, he took a bag of cash out of his backpack, counted out 20 yen, and pushed it forward.

Shen Er looked at the burly man named Dong Yangping in front of her with some surprise: "Long-term rentals are not allowed!"

Of course, a long-term lease is impossible. His current home isn't very big; it's an ancestral home left by Huihui's parents. What happens after the child is born...

Dong Yangping smiled, though he didn't know why the infamous Heavenly Tyrant—Fu Heishener—would rent out his house.

No, it should be Zen Temple now.

But looking at the other person's somewhat faded clothes, it seemed they were probably short of money.

Higashi Yohei: "Just like we said on the phone, 3 yen a month, I'll rent it for four months first."

In 2002, the rent in Saitama Prefecture, Japan, even in the best locations, was at most 5 to 6 yen.

For an old apartment in such a remote area, 3 yen is already quite a lot.

Dong Yangping didn't haggle. In fact, he wasn't short of money. His parents, who had traveled through time, were among the business tycoons of Shibuya, Tokyo.

Although this big shot's reputation is somewhat exaggerated, his family is still very wealthy, otherwise they wouldn't be able to support Dongyang Ping, this big eater.

The only drawback is that Dongyang Ping is not an only child.

There are several older brothers and sisters above him, and several younger brothers and sisters below him.

Dong Yangping rented a place this time because he didn't want to accept his family's arrangement to go to work at the company.

After all, once you've traveled through time, who among us would still go to work?

It's not like we don't have money.

Shen Er's gaze swept back and forth between the stack of banknotes and Dong Yang's flat face.

Instead of immediately taking the money, he crossed his arms.

"Four months, 120,000."

"What does the extra 80,000 mean?"

Dongyang Ping had anticipated this question.

"I want to fight you."

Dongyang Ping cut to the chase, his voice laced with suppressed excitement: "Ever since I... was old enough to understand, I've noticed something special about my body. As long as I train, I can keep getting stronger. For twenty years, I've learned every fighting technique imaginable and handled all sorts of weapons."

Dongyang Ping paused, his gaze fixed intently on Shen Er: "But I've never encountered what's called an 'upper limit,' nor have I met anyone who allows me to completely let go and feel 'dangerous.' Until I saw you."

Dong Yangping pointed at Shen Er: "The force with which your feet grip the ground when you walk, the trajectory of your waist and hips when you turn, and the way you look at people..."

"You and I are the same kind of people. Consider this 80,000 as my 'observation fee' or 'deposit for exchange'."

There was a moment of silence in the small meeting space.

Shen Er's face remained completely expressionless after hearing this, but his scrutinizing gaze held a hint of looking at a fool.

Shen Er didn't think the man in front of her was that strong. How strong could an ordinary person without magic power be?

Moreover, there was a cursed spirit clinging to the other party.

It's a very weak cursed spirit, unable to cause any harm to ordinary people, and it doesn't intend to meddle in other people's business.

"Neuropathy."

"I promised my wife that during her pregnancy I would cultivate my character and not get into fights or cause trouble."

"The rent is 120,000, the deposit is one month's rent plus 30,000. That's a total of 150,000. Take the remaining 50,000 back."

Dong Yangping wasn't angry at being called "crazy"; instead, he laughed.

Just as I expected.

He didn't touch the 50,000 yen, and put his hands in his pockets, looking very relaxed.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, sister-in-law. Keep the 50,000 yuan as a housewarming gift. It's in cash, but I hope you don't mind."

Shen Er nodded somewhat in surprise. Although such a custom existed, this gift was far too "expensive," costing more than a month's rent.

Returning the gift might be troublesome, but refusing it wouldn't be right either, so he eventually accepted it, since they needed the money.

Dong Yangping smiled and said, "Lead the way, Fu Hei... oh no, Shen Er. I'm even more curious now, what kind of house do you think is worth 30,000?"

When he saw on the website that someone was renting a house in this remote place for 3 yuan a month, he wanted to come and see what kind of house was worth 3 yuan a month.

"Come with me."

He deftly collected all 200,000 yuan in cash into an inconspicuous old envelope, stuffed it into the inside pocket of his jacket, got up, and pushed open the door to leave.

The movements were fluid and graceful, with the agility of a cheetah.

Dongyang Ping followed closely behind.

The two walked one after the other on the somewhat old residential streets of Saitama Prefecture.

Even though its steps were small, they were very fast, landing silently, like a large feline patrolling its territory.

Dongyang Ping walked steadily, each step firmly planted, his physique strong yet exceptionally coordinated, closely following behind.

They remained silent on the road.

After walking for about ten minutes, I turned into a quieter alley. At the end of the alley was a single-story house that looked a bit old, with white walls and gray tiles, and a small courtyard. The climbing plants on the courtyard walls were lush and green, and surprisingly well-maintained.

Completely different from the imagined residence of a tyrant and emperor, this place exudes the dignity and tranquility of an ordinary family striving to maintain.

Shen Er took out the key and opened the courtyard gate.

Several clean clothes were drying in the yard, one of which was clearly a woman's maternity dress.

As Shen Er's gaze swept over the skirt, Dong Yangping caught a fleeting glimpse of a soft line on his cold, hard profile.

"Our rooms are on the left. Your room is on the right, with a separate entrance on the side."

Shen Er pointed to a side door next to him. Dong Yangping glanced at the house and saw that the two sides were separated by a wooden board, which indeed ensured that they would not interfere with each other.

Shen Er led Dongyang Ping to open the door.

The room was much more spacious and brighter than Dong Yangping had expected.

It's about 20 square meters in size, faces south, and has a small balcony.

Although the furniture was simple—a low table, a closet, an empty old bookshelf, and the tatami mats looked quite old—it was spotless, the windows were clear, and sunlight streamed into most of the room without obstruction.

There was a faint smell of sunshine and old wood in the air, but no musty smell.

"The toilet and bathroom are shared, but there's a separate small room in the backyard, and we use them at separate times. The kitchen is not available."

Shen Er succinctly explained, "Utilities and internet are all included. It's quiet; the neighbors are all elderly people who have lived here for decades, so please don't make noise unless necessary."

Dong Yangping looked around and nodded in agreement.

For a monthly rent of 30,000 yen in a remote location, these conditions are indeed "not disappointing".

"Won't be disappointed my ass..."

Dong Yangping felt he had been scammed, although the amount of money he was scammed out of was not much.

So I simply stopped caring.

"Not bad," Dong Yangping commented, then walked to the balcony and looked at the quiet street scene outside. "This is it."

Shen Er breathed a sigh of relief and took out the simple rental contract and seal that he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

Dongyang Ping readily signed his name.

With the matter settled, the atmosphere eased somewhat.

Dong Yangping asked casually, "What did you do before, Mr. Shen? Your skills don't seem like those of an ordinary day laborer."

Without even turning his head, he said coldly, "I'll do anything. Manual labor, security, moving."

As I reached the entrance on the first floor, a slight noise came from inside, followed by a gentle female voice: "What? Has the tenant made a decision?"

Shen Er's cold expression melted away almost instantly. He strode to the inner room door, his voice gentler than Dong Yangping had ever heard before: "Hmm, it's settled. He's a... rather straightforward gentleman. Huihui, lie still, I'll be right there."

"I'm newly pregnant, I don't need to lie down~ Let me meet my tenant."

She even turned to look at Dong Yangping, her eyes conveying a "get out of here" message.

Dong Yangping nodded tactfully, "See you tomorrow. I'll take my leave now and move in tomorrow. Sorry to bother you."

Shen Er nodded and watched him walk towards the courtyard gate.

Just as Dong Yangping was about to step out of the courtyard, Shen Er suddenly spoke, her voice not loud but clear: "I've taken the money. You've rented the house. You'd better keep your other thoughts to yourself."

He paused, then added, "Especially the idea of ​​'sparring' with me. I promised my wife that."

Dongyang Ping stopped and turned around, seeing Shen Er standing in the doorway against the light, his figure as if cast in iron.

He smiled, neither confirming nor denying, and simply waved his hand: "Understood. See you tomorrow, Mr. Shen. Please give my regards to your wife."

Leaving that quiet detached house and walking back, Dong Yangping felt his blood still throbbing slightly.

Although he did not immediately achieve his goal of engaging in combat, confirming the existence of Fuhejin and feeling the terrifying power contained within that body, like a dormant volcano, at such close range made his trip worthwhile.

He touched his arm, feeling the firm muscles undulating slowly beneath his skin.

Twenty years of accumulation, almost inhuman growth... requires a sufficiently weighty "scale" to measure it.

And even so, it is undoubtedly the most savage yet most precise ruler.

As for "my wife won't let me fight"?

Dong Yangping looked up at the not-so-clear sky over Saitama Prefecture, a curious smile curving his lips.

Life is full of surprises, and under pressure, the real beast is never docile forever.

He quickened his pace, starting to plan what he needed to bring when he moved tomorrow.

First and foremost were the specially made, thickened and heavier training protective gear, and several knives from his private collection.

Then it's time to take some time to recall the plot.

Dongyang Ping frowned.