The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

noon.

Ninety-nine Yuki has finished moving.

She stood in her brand-new yard, hands on her hips, looking around with satisfaction.

Then she picked up the fruit basket she had prepared and strode over to the next room.

"Ding-dong—"

No one rang the doorbell, so she simply pushed the door open and went inside.

Shen Er raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

Tsukumo Yuki smiled broadly: "Shen'er-kun is here too~ How is Huihui-jie?"

"fine."

"That's good!" She placed the fruit basket on the low table. "This is a housewarming gift, and I also came to visit the neighbors."

Her gaze shifted to Dongyangping, who was still practicing his boxing in the courtyard.

"Still practicing? Aren't you tired?"

Dongyang Ping finished his stance and slowly exhaled.

"I'm used to it."

Dong Yangping walked over and sat down at the table: "Have you finished tidying up over there?"

"Almost there." Yuki Tsukumo didn't stand on ceremony and poured herself a glass of water. "The equipment hasn't arrived yet, we'll continue this afternoon."

She took a sip of water, looked at Shen Er, and then at Dong Yangping.

"You two..." she paused, "...have a good relationship?"

She ignored him.

"He is my landlord, and I am currently renting his house."

Yuki Tsukumo: "I see! Well..."

Dong Yangping: "They are also my employees."

"?! An employee? He's your landlord, and you're his employee?"

"He is my landlord and also my employee."

Ninety-Nine Yuki was a little confused, but she became interested in the job Dongyang Pingti was looking for: "What kind of job? Can I apply?"

Dongyang Ping paused for a moment, looked at Jiujiu Yuki, and then at Shen Er.

Shen Er's face remained expressionless, but her eyes were filled with "no".

Dong Yangping ignored that look.

"Are you really looking for a job?"

"Of course."

Yuki Tsukumo said, "I need funding for my research, and I also need money to travel the world. I can't stay poor forever..."

"I don't usually take on those guys' jobs, so I don't have many ways to make money."

What does your company do?

Dong Yangping: "You can guess."

Tsukumo Yuki looked around, her eyes lighting up: "You were trading cursed artifacts yesterday, you must have been gathering intelligence on the world of cursed arts! Are you training talent? Building your own power?"

Dong Yangping did not deny it.

He does have this idea, but it's still far from being realized.

Tsukumo Yuki got excited: "I knew it! Someone like you could never be content with mediocrity. So what does your company do?"

"Dongyang Security Consulting Co., Ltd."

Dong Yangping continued, "Our main business is private security, intelligence gathering, and the procurement of special items."

"Security assurance..." Yuki Tsukumo chewed on the word, "Intelligence gathering, procurement of special items... and what else?"

"And another thing," Dong Yangping glanced at Shen Er, "the training and deployment of high-level combat personnel."

Shen Er couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Ninety-nine Yuki's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"So your sparring isn't just for friendly competition, it's for training your combat abilities?"

"Um."

"What about the intelligence network? Which areas does it cover?"

"It's still under construction."

Higashihira said without batting an eye: "Currently, we mainly cover the Kanto region, and we plan to expand to the Kansai region next year."

"What about procuring magical artifacts? Do you have a stable supply chain?"

"Yes," Dong Yangping nodded. "It's with Mr. Wenzang."

Tsukumo Yuki remained silent.

She looked at Dong Yangping with a complicated expression.

After a long silence, she said softly:

"You're not kidding."

"I never dabble in important things," Dong Yangping said.

Jiujiu Yuki took a deep breath.

"Okay," she said. "I'll join."

Shen Er finally raised his head.

He glanced at Jiujiu Yuki, then at Dongyang Ping, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

Yuki Tsukumo ignored his gaze and continued, "I have three conditions."

"explain."

"First, I will not undertake tasks that go against my principles. For example, assisting the shady dealings of the higher-ups in the sorcery world."

"Can."

"Secondly, my research cannot be interrupted. If company tasks conflict with my research, research will take priority."

"It's negotiable."

"third."

Jiujiu paused, then looked earnestly at Dong Yangping. "You must cooperate with my research. Not unconditionally, but on the premise that you are willing, you will undergo regular testing and record-keeping."

Dong Yangping remained silent; this guy's got some pretty good ideas.

"Can."

Dong Yangping had other thoughts in mind: "But I also have conditions."

"you say."

"First, research data and records must be kept absolutely confidential and cannot be leaked, especially to the higher-ups in the sorcery community."

"I was planning to keep it a secret anyway," Yuki Tsukumo said. "And I didn't intend for anyone to know you existed."

"Secondly, if I find that the risks exceed expectations during the research process, I have the right to terminate the research at any time."

"certainly."

"Third," Dong Yangping looked at her, "the direction of our research needs to be adjusted. From 'making all of humanity sorcerers' to 'allowing those with zero sorcery power to gain sorcery power.' Of course, this is temporary."

Tsukumo Yuki paused for a moment.

"This is... for yourself?"

"Yes," Dongyang Ping readily admitted, "I am a zero-spellcaster. I need spellcasting power."

He paused, then continued, "Moreover, if even someone like me, who wasn't born with a switch to magical power, can acquire magical power, it will only be easier for ordinary people whose 'switches are off'."

"Your ultimate goal will not change, only the path needs to be adjusted."

Tsukumo Yuki remained silent for a long time.

Then she smiled.

"Dongyangping," she said, "you are really a very interesting person."

She held out her hand: "Deal."

Dong Yangping took her hand.

"Welcome, Miss Tsukumo."

The sun is westward.

Dongyangping sent a large amount of ingredients and finished food to Tanaka.

"Barbecue tonight," he said. "To celebrate the arrival of our third employee."

Shen Er looked at the mountain of ingredients piled up in the yard, her expression subtle.

Yuki Tsukumo was already excitedly searching for the charcoal grill.

"I'll grill it!" she volunteered. "My skills are pretty good!"

"You?" Shen Er asked doubtfully.

"Don't underestimate me!" Yuki Tsukumo rummaged through the box and pulled out a few skewers of beef. "I spent half a year in South America; the barbecue there is absolutely amazing!"

As she spoke, she skillfully started a fire, set up a net, and laid out charcoal.

The movements were indeed very professional.

Dongyang Ping leaned against the corridor, watching this scene unfold.

Shen'er sat next to him and continued reading the book "Postpartum Care".

"Are you really planning to let her join?" Shen asked in a low voice.

"Um."

"She's a top-tier sorcerer. A top-tier sorcerer who wasn't specifically recruited by any overt force!"

Shen Er put down the book in her hand: "Do you know how much trouble this is?"

"I know." Dong Yangping nodded. "It's precisely because she's a top-tier sorcerer that she's even more worth trying to win over."

"As for the so-called trouble? Just keep it a secret, she's unconventional anyway."

Dongyang Ping paused, then looked at Shen Er: "Besides, you don't dislike her, right?"

He remained silent.

"I still hate her. She's really annoying, and she doesn't think before she speaks. Plus, what she wanted to do was really stupid."

"Which matter?"

"A world without curses." Shen turned a page. "That's stupid, that's unrealistic."

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice: "But...it's pretty impressive."

Dong Yangping looked at him.

Shen Er remained expressionless, as if he hadn't said those words himself.

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"You've learned to compliment people now."

"I'm not exaggerating," Shen Er said. "I'm just stating the facts."

"Okay, state the facts."

The charcoal fire is lit.

Yuki Tsukumo is indeed a master of grilling meat.

The beef is grilled to medium-rare, with a charred surface and a pink interior, the fat dripping onto the charcoal and sizzling.

The vegetable skewers were grilled to perfection, with slightly charred edges and a crisp texture inside.

Even the most difficult-to-handle prawns, she grilled until the shells were crispy and the meat was tender.

Shen Er took a bite of beef, and his expression softened slightly.

"good."

Yuki grinned: "It's an honor for me to hear Mr. Shin say 'it's alright'."

Dongyang Ping ate quickly and seemed quite satisfied.

He hadn't had a meal this relaxed in a long time.

Eating is a way to replenish energy; it's a task, something that must be done.

But tonight is different.

Tonight is a dinner party.

There was meat and wine—Yuki Tsukumo found two bottles of red wine in his moving luggage.

There are companions.

Although this group of companions is quite strange: a former assassin from the world of sorcery, a current top-level sorcerer, and a transmigrator.

But sitting around the charcoal fire, no one mentioned magic power, no one mentioned research, and no one mentioned future troubles.

They just ate meat, drank alcohol, and chatted.

"So," Yuki Tsukumo took a sip of her drink, her cheeks slightly flushed, "your company only has one employee right now, Mr. Shinji?"

"Including you, there are two."

"No, that's not right." Yuki Tsukumo counted on her fingers, "Shin-kun, me, and yourself. Three people."

"I don't count," Dong Yangping said, putting on airs. "I'm the boss."

"That's still two people."

Jiujiu Yuki asked, "That's too few. How many people do you plan to hire?"

"It depends on the needs."

Dong Yangping took a bite of meat: "I have my own ways of finding intelligence personnel, but combat personnel are hard to find."

He paused. "There are too few people who have magical abilities and are willing to work for ordinary people."

Yuki Tsukumo said thoughtfully, "You could mentor that kid, Kenjiro Nanami. He's very talented."

"He's still in school," Dong Yangping said. "And he hasn't decided whether to become a sorcerer yet."

"Then give him time."

Yuki Tsukumo had an inexplicable certainty: "Wait until he makes his decision before you act. I have a feeling that after witnessing our battle, he will definitely choose to become a sorcerer."

She picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth: "Talent needs to be cultivated, not bought."

Dong Yangping looked at her.

This woman is sometimes crazy, but sometimes very clear-headed.

"Why did you choose to travel the world?" he asked. "As a top-tier sorcerer, staying in Japan would allow me to access more resources."

Tsukumo Yuki remained silent for a few seconds.

"Because here," she said, "I can't see the answer."

She put down her chopsticks and looked at the charcoal fire.

"The higher-ups in the sorcery world, the three major families, the sorcery experts... they are all dealing with the immediate troubles. Killing cursed spirits, suppressing curse masters, and maintaining the barrier."

Nobody thinks about what will happen ten years from now. Twenty years from now. A hundred years from now.

"But I can't help thinking," she said softly, "what will the world be like a hundred years from now if nothing changes?"

"The number of cursed spirits is increasing, while the number of sorcerers is decreasing. Ordinary people live in fear, while sorcerers die on the battlefield. This cycle will never end."

She looked up at the night sky.

"So I'm going to go out and explore. To see if other countries have different methods, to study the nature of curse power, and to find a way to break the cycle."

The glow of the charcoal fire reflected on her face, creating a play of light and shadow.

Shen Er ate the barbecue in silence.

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

After a long while, Tsukumo Yuki smiled.

Why bring this up?

She raised her glass: "Come on, let's celebrate my new job!"

Dongyang Ping raised his glass.

Shen Er hesitated for a moment, then also raised his glass.

Three glasses gently clinked together in mid-air.

Ding.

The crisp sound carried far into the night.

As night deepened, the charcoal fire gradually died down.

Yuki Tsukumo yawned and went back to the next room.

Shen Er packed his backpack, preparing to go to the hospital for the night watch.

Before leaving, he glanced at Dong Yangping.

"You absolutely must be very careful around that woman!"

Dong Yangping was taken aback: "Huh?"

"If you keep her here, she might be helpful, but..."

"I have a pretty good eye for people—"

Shen Er thought for a moment and continued to organize his thoughts: "But she's essentially a madwoman; don't be fooled by her appearance."

He paused again, then continued, "Well... that woman may be crazy, but she's not bad. She's serious about her research. But don't believe everything she says; she doesn't think before she speaks!"

Hearing the somewhat contradictory words, Dong Yangping suddenly laughed out loud: "You're talking a lot today."

Shen Er pursed his lips, ignored Dong Yangping, and turned to leave.

Dong Yangping stood in the courtyard, watching his figure disappear into the night.

Then, he looked up at the night sky.

The moon had long since disappeared, and the stars were nowhere to be seen either; instead, there were very thick dark clouds.

The air was also damp and somewhat stuffy.

It's probably going to rain.

If it rains heavily tonight, tomorrow should be a good day.

He turned and went inside to start clearing the dishes.

There was still half a bottle of red wine left on the table.

Dongyang Ping picked it up, looked at it, and then put it down.

He doesn't drink alcohol.

Alcohol can affect the speed of nerve reactions.

But he was in a good mood tonight.

Very, very good.

He walked to the window and looked at the house next door with its lights on.

Yuki Tsukumo's figure swayed by the window, seemingly organizing the books and instruments that had just been moved in.

Dong Yangping watched for a while, then looked away.

Then, he picked up the glasses and put them on again.

The lens glowed.

Looking next door, Yuki Tsukumo's figure appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly talking to someone on the phone.

On Tsukumo Yuki, Higashi Yangping sensed an extremely dense ball of cursed power.

That wasn't mist, but flames, tangible energy.

It swirls, rises, and burns in her lower abdomen.

Dongyang watched calmly.

He knew that was the power of a top-tier sorcerer.

At this moment, Dong Yangping had a strong intuition—one day, he would also possess his own power.

It is a power that truly belongs to oneself, born from the depths of the body.

Wait, why does it have to be deep inside the body?

Dongyang Ping had a sudden flash of inspiration, as if he had touched something.

The next second, a streak of white light swept across the sky, illuminating the earth, and the world turned white in an instant.

Rumble! Crack!

The thunder rumbled like war drums, its sound shaking the heavens!

Dong Yangping's eyes lit up with excitement and fervor!