The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

As for the specific reasons for the relocation, Dong Yangping did not explain them in detail to the old man.

The old man didn't ask any further questions, and he might not even have taken it seriously, treating it as a joke from his son.

Dong Yangping knew very well that no matter how favored he was, few people took his words seriously.

Especially when no specific reason is given.

Dong Yangping had no better options at the moment. He couldn't very well tell the old man that he was going to start changing the plot, as the world might end up collapsing.

If that's really the case, the old man will probably send someone to arrest him and send him back to a mental hospital in the next second.

As for why he changed the plot, it's because he didn't remember much of the plot at all, and he couldn't recall many details. His advantage of being prescient was not much.

I only remember roughly that this was a villain who had been preparing for over 1000 years just to cook a hot pot stew.

To prevent the villains from succeeding, the best way is either to smash the pot or overturn the table.

In fact, the moment they met Shen Er, or rather, the moment they helped Xiang Nai Hui Hui, the plot had already become meaningless.

If Kana Huihui hadn't died, she wouldn't have become the Heavenly Tyrant, and naturally, there wouldn't have been the Star Essence attack four years later, which triggered a series of events.

After all, Dongyangping couldn't imagine who else could kill the Star Essence under the protection of Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuge, unless Rōsō personally took action.

Perhaps nothing will happen, and the astral body will still die, or perhaps it won't.

Then let's wait and see how the story unfolds four years from now!

However, life still needs to be lived one day at a time.

Two months passed quietly in the daily routine of training, learning, and intelligence gathering.

This old detached house in Saitama Prefecture has become a temporary base for the Higashiyohei area.

The room has been completely transformed—an information processing center consisting of three high-performance computers, bookshelves covering an entire wall filled with spellbooks and notes, and the training area now has more than ten types of equipment, each weighing several tons.

The biggest change is in the people living in this house.

After two months of conservative treatment at a hospital in Tokyo, Kanae's condition has stabilized.

The doctors developed a strict monitoring plan, with check-ups twice a week to ensure the condition of both the mother and the fetus.

She spent most of her time in Tokyo taking care of him, but would come back every two or three days—ostensibly to pick up things, but in reality, it was a sparring session that Higashi Yohei had intentionally arranged.

At first, Shen Er refused.

"Huihui won't let me fight."

Even when he said that, his expression was serious.

Dong Yangping simply smiled and handed over a document.

"This isn't a fight, it's work."

The document cover reads "Dongyang Security Consulting Co., Ltd."

"The company I registered mainly engages in private security, intelligence gathering, and the procurement of special items."

Higashi Yohei explained, "You are the company's first full-time employee, with the position of 'Senior Security Consultant,' a monthly salary of two million yen, plus bonuses."

As he flipped through the documents, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

"You want me... to work for you?"

"You're not working for me, you're collaborating with me."

Dong Yangping corrected him, "I need your combat experience and understanding of the world of sorcery; you need a stable source of income and a legitimate identity. It's a win-win situation."

Dongyang Ping paused for a moment, then added, "Moreover, this way, when you take on 'side jobs,' you can use the company's name."

It's legal and compliant, and it'll be easier to explain if Sister Huihui asks—after all, you work for a legitimate company.

These words struck a nerve with Shen.

Over the past two months, watching the medical bills steadily climb, I've even considered taking on black market jobs more than once. But each time I remembered Huihui's advice, I forced myself to suppress it.

The job that Dongyangping offered solved all the problems.

Legitimate income that can cover medical expenses.

The company provides cover, allowing for clandestine contact with the world of sorcery.

Moreover, he can legitimately spar with Dong Yangping—after all, one of the responsibilities of a "senior security consultant" is to test the company's security equipment and train new employees.

Although the company currently only has the two of them as "newcomers".

"The contract is for one year, and can be renewed upon expiration." Dong Yangping pointed to the signature area. "If you agree, you can start work today. Your first task—play a game with me."

Shen Er stared at the contract for a full three minutes.

Then, he picked up a pen and signed his name.

From that day on, sparring between the two became a regular occurrence.

Today's match is the seventeenth in two months.

The location wasn't indoors—the room was too small, and I couldn't move around freely.

The two chose an abandoned factory three kilometers away from the residential area. This area had been secretly bought by Dong Yangping and was nominally a "company warehouse," but in reality, it had been transformed into a private training ground.

The open space in the center of the factory is about half the size of a football field. The ground is covered with specially made shock-absorbing material, and the surrounding walls and pillars have been reinforced.

Even so, the field was still covered with holes and cracks of all sizes—traces left from the previous sixteen sparring sessions.

At this moment, Dongyang Ping and Shen Er stood facing each other, twenty meters apart.

Neither of them was wearing protective gear.

Shen Er was dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit that accentuated his muscular physique, resembling that of a cheetah. The scar on the right corner of his mouth was particularly noticeable in the dim light, and his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, but beneath that surface lay a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Dong Yangping wore a dark gray training uniform, his muscles undulating slightly beneath the fabric. His breathing was steady, but the aura he exuded was like a fully drawn bow.

"start?"

"start!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Shen Er moved.

There was no probing, no prelude, just a direct and deadly move.

His figure vanished from the spot—at an extremely fast speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

A distance of twenty meters, covered in 0.3 seconds.

The right fist struck straight at Dongyang Pingmian Gate, and the air was compressed into a white cloud of gas wherever the fist passed.

Sonic punch.

And this wasn't just an ordinary sonic punch; the angle of this punch was extremely tricky—

It appears straightforward, but in the last 0.01 seconds there is a barely perceptible downward pressure, changing the target from the face to the throat.

If Dong Yangping had blocked in the conventional way, this punch would have bypassed his defense and directly shattered his Adam's apple.

But Dongyang Ping did not block.

He didn't even move.

Just as the fist was about to touch his skin, his head tilted five centimeters to the left.

Just five centimeters, and Shen'er's fist grazed his neck.

The force of the punch tore through the air, leaving a deep dent in the wall behind Dong Yangping.

"Your reaction time is fast again."

Shen Er's voice rang in his ears, and at the same time, his left elbow struck Dong Yangping's ribs.

This time, Dongyang was moved.

His right hand had already risen at some point, and his palm pressed precisely on Shen'er's elbow joint, not to block it, but to pull it along smoothly.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

Shen Er's strength was diverted, and he staggered forward half a step.

With that half-step opening, Dong Yangping's knee had already struck.

The target is the lower abdomen.

Shen Er's pupils contracted, his abdominal muscles tightened instantly, and at the same time, his left hand pressed down, attempting to block.

But Dong Yangping's knee changed direction midway through the fight—from a headbutt to a sweep.

"Bang!"

His knee slammed heavily onto Shen'er's outside thigh.

The immense force caused Shen'er to shift three meters to the side, his feet carving two furrows in the ground.

"My control over my strength has improved."

Shen Er moved his thigh; the muscles were trembling slightly, but there was no injury: "Two months ago, this could have cracked my leg bone."

"You're the same," Dong Yangping said. "If that punch had happened two months ago, I wouldn't have been able to dodge it."

The two looked at each other, their eyes flashing with excitement.

This is what they have accomplished in the past two months.