The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Dong Yangping temporarily referred to that sense as the sixth sense.

Although it was subtle, it was indeed a pure feeling.

He "senses" the cursed power emanating from Tsukumo Yuki.

It was a peculiar "sense of presence," like a flowing flame, like a boiling sea.

Although it lasted only a brief moment, it truly existed.

Dong Yangping took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

He knew he was standing on a threshold.

Beyond the threshold lies extraordinary power.

But he didn't know how to take that step.

Perhaps the research on the ninety-nine free radicals is correct.

Perhaps what he needs is not training, but "activation".

Maybe……

Dongyang Ping fell into that mysterious state again.

Fingers traced lines in the air, over and over again.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the trajectory is becoming more and more complex.

The air began to hiss faintly.

Under the moonlight, he looked like a shadow dancing alone.

The butler, Tanaka, stayed in the corner all night.

He dared not sleep, nor dared he leave.

He had only been sent by the master to guard young master Dongyangping in recent years, but he had never seen Dongyangping in this state before, so he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Out of professional ethics, Tanaka dared not approach and disturb them.

He could only silently watch the young master, watching those gestures he couldn't understand at all, and listening to the piercing sounds that tore through the night sky.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Dongyang Ping finally stopped.

He exhaled a long breath, which lingered in the air like a white arrow.

"Tanaka," he said.

"Here!" Tanaka immediately stepped forward.

"What time is it now?"

"3:14 AM, young master."

"How long have I been standing there?"

"It started around 6 p.m. and it's been over nine hours now."

Dong Yangping nodded and stretched his shoulders and neck. His bones made a slight crackling sound.

I'm hungry.

Tanaka was prepared. Ten minutes later, the insulated boxes were lined up on the low table, filled to the brim with food.

Dongyang Ping sat down and began to eat.

It's not fast, but it's extremely stable.

Tanaka stood by, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Speak." Dong Yangping swallowed a piece of steak.

"Young Master," Tanaka said cautiously, "I was a little worried about your condition just now. So... I reported it to the old patriarch."

Dongyang Ping paused for a moment with his chopsticks.

"What did he say?"

"The old patriarch said..."

Tianxue spoke in the old man's tone, "That kid Aping has always loved to think things through. Once he starts thinking, he forgets to eat and sleep. Just keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't starve."

Dong Yangping was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

"The old man is still the same as ever."

"Alright, I got it. Don't report it next time; he has enough to worry about."

"Yes," Tanaka replied respectfully.

Dong Yangping continued eating, but a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

The next morning.

Dongyang Ping was awakened by a loud noise.

He only slept for three hours after dinner last night—that was enough for him.

When the body is strong enough, sleep becomes less important. Sometimes, even if Dongyang Ping doesn't sleep for a day or two, he is still full of energy.

When I woke up, it was just getting light.

But outside the courtyard, it was as bustling as a vegetable market.

"Be careful! There are sophisticated instruments inside that box!"

"No, no, that should be on the left, on the left!"

"Don't stack the books so high, they'll fall over!"

It was a woman's voice, and it sounded somewhat familiar.

Dongyang Ping pushed open the courtyard gate and went out.

Then he froze.

The gate to the vacant detached house next door was wide open.

A medium-sized truck was parked at the entrance, and several movers were going in and out, carrying boxes into the house.

Boxes of all sizes.

Rectangular, square, cylindrical.

Some of them look like instruments, some are books, and some are miscellaneous items.

Standing in the center of the courtyard, giving orders with composure, was Tsukumo Yuki.

She changed her clothes.

No longer wearing the tight leather jacket from yesterday, but a loose white T-shirt and denim shorts, revealing two straight and slender legs.

Her long, golden hair was casually tied into a ponytail, looking a bit messy, as if she had been traveling all night.

But she was in good spirits, her eyes were bright, and she gave a powerful speech.

Dong Yangping stood at the courtyard gate, looking at her.

Yuki Tsukumo sensed the gaze and turned her head.

The two locked eyes.

"Hey, good morning!" She waved with a smile, her expression completely different from when she left yesterday. "Did I wake you? Sorry, sorry, I tried to be as quiet as possible."

Dongyang Ping remained silent for a few seconds.

"...What are you doing?"

"I'm moving," Yuki Tsukumo said matter-of-factly. "I rented the place next door."

"..."

"The landlord is an elderly gentleman who is very easy to talk to. I paid six months' rent and can move in today."

As she spoke, she patted a metal box about half her height beside her: "This contains my most important research data. Other things can be moved slowly, but I must personally oversee these."

Dong Yangping took a deep breath.

"Why...why did you rent this place?"

Tsukumo Yuki tilted her head, her golden ponytail sliding down to her shoulder.

Her amber eyes blinked.

"Studying you, huh?"

She spoke with absolute certainty.

"Since you refuse to go to Hokkaido, I'll just have to move here. Being close to the water makes it easier to get the moon, you know."

Dong Yangping: "…………"

Is this how the idiom is used?

He found himself speechless.

Yuki Tsukumo laughed at his expression. "Just kidding. It's not entirely for research purposes—I'm very interested in your 'five senses breakthrough' phenomenon. The more I thought about it last night, the more something seemed off. Something must have changed when the black flash hit you."

"Although it was very subtle, I sensed it. You must have reached the same level as Shen'er-kun, able to directly perceive the existence of curse power and curse spirits through your senses."

She took a few steps forward and stood by the low fence between the two yards: "Besides, I saw how you were yesterday."

Dong Yangping's eyes flickered slightly.

"You're groping for something," Yuki Kuju said. "Something you can't quite explain yourself, but it definitely exists. You need someone to help you record, analyze, and verify it."

"And I am the most suitable candidate."

"I am the only Special Grade one; no one understands sorcery and magical power better than me."

She paused, then her tone became serious: "So, I've decided to move in. Not to force you to cooperate with the research, but—so that I can help when you need it."

Dong Yangping looked at her.

The woman he had thrown to the ground just yesterday now stood calmly in the morning light.

There is no obsession of a mad scientist, nor arrogance of a top-tier sorcerer.

He's just someone who wants to accomplish something.

"...Aren't you afraid that the higher-ups in the sorcery world will find out?" Dong Yangping asked.

"I'm afraid. Especially afraid that you'll be found out."

"That's why I'll be more careful," said Yuki Tsukumo.

She smiled and said, "Besides, they might not dare to mess with me."

She said it softly, but it carried a lot of weight.

She is a ninety-nine-year-old yogi.

A top-tier sorcerer.

The person who stands at the pinnacle of the world of sorcery in this era.

Dong Yangping did not ask any further questions.

He looked at the boxes still being moved and asked, "What else needs to be moved?"

"There are some instruments that will be delivered this afternoon," said Yuki Tsukumo. "By the way, I damaged your yard yesterday. Do you need me to help you fix it?"

"No need." Dong Yangping turned and walked back to his own courtyard. "You should tidy up your own place first."

Yuki watched his departing figure, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Then he turned back and continued giving instructions: "Put that box on the second floor! Yes, right by the window!"

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Dong Yangping walked out of the courtyard again.

He held the "Mirror of Manifestation" in his hand and put it on.

The moment the lens lit up with fluorescence, the world changed before his eyes.

It's still the same alley, the same houses, the same trees.

But everyone was enveloped in a thin, light mist.

That's the power of a spell.

The magical power that naturally emanates from ordinary people.

Very faint, mostly grayish-white, with a few exceptions that are pure gray.

Dong Yangping tried to reach out and touch it, but found that the overflowing curse power bypassed his fingers.

"Interesting? Can't you touch it?"