The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Dong Yangping's bioelectric perception had never been so strong before.

It was an almost instinctive feeling—that something was approaching.

No, it's not a "thing".

It is a "person".

But the intensity of bioelectricity emanating from this person was simply unbelievable.

The bioelectricity in an ordinary person is so weak that it is almost imperceptible, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Shen Er's bioelectricity was as intense as a burning bonfire, vigorous and dangerous.

The bioelectricity within the body of the ninety-nine yogis is a calm, vast ocean!

And this is approaching—

It is a surging ocean.

"This guy is huge! He's incredibly strong!"

Dong Yangping's voice was very low, and his body had instinctively entered a fighting stance.

The blue arc of electricity at his fingertips began to pulse, ten times faster than before.

Shen Er did not speak.

He had long since vanished into the darkness.

Tsukumo Yuki's expression was strange.

Her perception of magical power was sharper than anyone else's.

The approaching curse was immense, pure, and carried a kind of oppressive feeling that made her heart tremble.

"Special Grade...?"

She murmured, her hand already resting on the magical implement at her waist.

This level of magical power is at least at the first level.

But in terms of perception, it seems he's no weaker than her...

She's a top-tier sorcerer; who else in all of Japan besides herself could be considered such a master?

There was no time to think.

The owner of that cursed power has already come into view.

Under the neon lights, a boy is slowly walking towards them.

White hair.

White eyelashes.

And those eyes—

It's not black, not brown, not any common color.

It's blue.

A blue that is extreme, pure, and seemingly otherworldly.

Those eyes glowed faintly in the night, like two sapphires bathed in moonlight, or like ice cores taken from an ancient glacier.

The boy was wearing a black school uniform with his collar open and his hands in his pockets.

His pace was slow and casual, as if he were just out for a stroll.

But his gaze was fixed on Dong Yangping.

Those blue eyes seemed to see through everything—skin, muscles, bones, blood, and even the soul.

Dong Yangping felt as if he had been stripped naked and was standing under a spotlight, with no secrets left to him.

He had never experienced this feeling before.

He didn't feel this way even when facing Shen'er or the Ninety-Nine Yuki.

But this boy gave him... a feeling of overstepping his bounds.

There is also a deeper, almost instinctive feeling—awe.

Yes, it is reverence.

It's like standing in front of a majestic mountain, like facing a boundless sea, like gazing up at the stars in the night sky.

That feeling is called "divinity".

The word flashed through Dong Yangping's mind.

This boy possesses a divine quality.

Divinity that does not belong to mortals, transcends the mundane, and is high above.

This is utterly absurd!!

"alert!"

The voice of Tsukumo Yuki broke his daze.

She had already drawn the spell-wielding implement from her waist, her body leaning slightly forward, like a mother leopard ready to pounce at any moment.

The boy glanced at her.

Just one glance.

Then he looked away and continued to stare at Dong Yangping.

That indifference wasn't a deliberately feigned arrogance, but a natural attitude—like a person not paying attention to ants on the roadside.

The atmosphere froze.

The neon lights were still flashing, and the distant noise persisted, but in this small space, time seemed to stand still.

Then, a voice rang out from the darkness.

"Gojo Satoru."

Shen Er emerged from the shadows, his expression complex. There was wariness, apprehension, and even a hint of—nostalgia?

"It's you, isn't it?"

His voice was calm, but Dong Yangping sensed something different.

Gojo Satoru?

That name instantly exploded in Dong Yangping's mind.

Gojo Satoru.

The six eyes of the Gojo family.

A genius in the world of sorcery, appearing only once every millennium.

The strongest of the future.

That carefree, unserious, white-haired madman who always shouts "I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and earth".

But this boy in front of me...

Dong Yangping looked at him.

White hair, blue eyes, and an indifferent expression.

There was no later cynicism, no later frivolity or carelessness, only a sense of... aloofness.

Like a statue that has just stepped down from its altar.

Like a star that has just fallen to earth.

Is this the thirteen-year-old Gojo Satoru?

The intelligence report states that Gojo Satoru is a genius in the world of jutsu, a precious treasure held in the palm of the hand by the three starter families.

But the intelligence didn't tell him that Gojo Satoru looks like this.

Higashiyohei had also deployed his intelligence network to search for Gojo Satoru's whereabouts, but to no avail, since the surname Gojo is extremely rare in Japan.

Moreover, the Gojo family is a renowned family in the world of jutsu, and finding someone using information from ordinary people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Shen'er's words finally made the boy take his eyes off Dong Yangping.

He looked at Shen Er and tilted his head.

His blue eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were recalling something.

Then he spoke.

"It's you."

His voice was soft, with a clear, youthful quality, yet also possessed a calmness beyond his years.

"You came to visit me when I was little. In the yard of the Gojo family's house."

Even the pupils constrict slightly.

"Although I don't know who you are," the boy continued, a slight smile playing on his lips, "you are very strong. I remember your presence."

Shen Er remained silent for two seconds.

"I knew it," he said. "You noticed me back then."

"Of course," the boy said matter-of-factly. "My eyes can see everything."

He pointed to his eyes.

Those blue eyes, seemingly able to see through everything.

"Six-eyed," Shen said in a low voice, "the six-eyed one from the Gojo family."

Ninety-nine Yuki finally realized what was happening.

"Six-Eyed?!" Her eyes widened. "You're that...that one from the Gojo family..."

She was momentarily at a loss for words to describe it.

She had certainly heard of the six-eyed heir of the Gojo family.

But that has always been one of the top secrets of the sorcery world. She only knew that such a person existed, but had never seen him.

I never expected to meet you here.

and……

She looked at the boy, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

Top-tier qualification.

No, it's not just top grade.

The purity of this cursed power, this oppressive feeling...

"Gojo Satoru," she murmured the name. "Interesting."

The boy ignored her.

He looked at Dongyangping again.

"Given your status, you shouldn't be here," Shinji's voice rang out. "The Gojo family won't let you out alone."

"It's so boring at home."

The boy's answer was as casual as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Those old men are always making me learn this and that, it's so annoying. Why don't I just go for a walk tonight?"

He paused, then his gaze fell on Dong Yangping.

"and--"

Gojo Satoru's gaze sharpened: "You've killed my prey."

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

"That level two cursed spirit?"

"Yes." The boy nodded. "I chased it for three days, wanting to see how big it could grow. But you wiped it out in one go."

His tone contained no anger, only curiosity.

"What power are you using?"

This question left Dongyang Ping speechless.

He looked at the boy in front of him, at those blue eyes that seemed to see through everything.

How should I answer?

Talking about bioelectricity?

Talking about the body's own energy?

Is this a completely different system from curse power?

"What are you looking at?" the boy suddenly asked. "You're looking at me too. With that... electric thing of yours."

Dongyang Ping was startled.

Can he sense it?