The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

This is absolutely outrageous! Is Six-Eyes really that unreasonable?

"I can sense a little bit," the boy said, as if reading his mind. "But it's very strange. It's unlike any other power I've ever seen."

He took a step closer.

Shen'er's body tensed slightly.

Tsukumo Yuki gripped the spell tool tightly in his hand.

But the boy was completely unaware, or rather—utterly indifferent.

He walked up to the Dongyang plane and looked up.

The thirteen-year-old boy was only up to Dong Yangping's chest.

But as he stood there, his imposing presence was in no way diminished.

Those blue eyes looked up at Dong Yangping, but it was as if they were looking down at him.

"My name is Gojo Satoru," Gojo Satoru said. "And you?"

Dong Yangping looked down at him.

Upon closer inspection, that "divinity" became even more pronounced.

It's not about her appearance—although she is very beautiful, that's not the point.

It was those eyes.

There was something in those eyes that transcended age…

It's as if they've seen through everything in the world, yet it's also as if they've just begun to explore it.

It's contradictory, yet harmonious.

"Dongyangping".

"Dongyangping..." Gojo Satoru murmured the name, "He has no magical power. But he possesses a power I've never seen before."

He tilted his head, as if he was pondering some complex question.

"How did you do that?"

"It's innate," Dong Yangping said.

"That's a lie."

Gojo Satoru smiled: "I can tell it's something you're born with. Your body didn't originally have this power; it appeared later. Just recently."

Dongyang Ping's pupils constricted slightly.

You can even see that? Can't you be reasonable?

"I've said it before, my eyes can see everything."

Gojo Satoru said, "That electrical energy within you is still changing. It's unstable. You're groping your way, aren't you?"

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

Seeing his reaction, Gojo Satoru laughed even harder.

"Interesting. Very interesting."

He turned around, took a few steps, and then turned back.

"You know what? I've seen countless sorcerers since I was a child. Strong ones, weak ones, geniuses, mediocre ones. In my eyes, they're all the same."

"But you are different."

He pointed to his eyes: "My eyes can't see you!"

"It's not because you have secrets, but because—your way of being is unlike anyone I've ever met."

Gojo Satoru's words stunned Higashiyohei.

Can't see it?

Just now they said they could sense something, but now they say they can't see anything.

"What do you mean by that?" Dongyang Ping asked.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his blue eyes still fixed on him, but his gaze had become somewhat subtle.

"Literal meaning."

Dongyang Ping frowned.

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

He didn't know how to respond to that.

Gojo Satoru didn't need his response.

"Hey, Dong Yangping," the boy suddenly said, "Give me your contact information."

"What?"

"How to contact me."

Gojo Satoru replied matter-of-factly, "Phone number, address, or something else. I can't rely on 'chance encounters' every time I want to contact you, can I?"

Dong Yangping looked at him.

A thirteen-year-old boy stood under the neon lights, his hands in his pockets, his expression as natural as if he were asking a classmate for a phone number.

They completely ignored the fact that there were two adults next to them.

Shen'er's brows furrowed even more.

Yuki's expression became subtle—it contained both the annoyance of being ignored and a hint of understanding that "he really is a naughty brat."

Dong Yangping thought for a moment, then took out a business card from his pocket.

That was his company's business card, printed with the words "Dongyang Security Consulting Co., Ltd.", along with a phone number and address.

Gojo Satoru took the business card and glanced at it.

"A security company?" He raised an eyebrow. "You own a security company?"

"Is there a problem?"

"no."

Gojo Satoru put the business card in his pocket: "I just found it interesting. A person without any magical powers runs a security company, and among his employees is a Heavenly Curse-Binding and a top-level sorcerer."

He glanced at Shen Er and Jiujiu Yuki, a smile playing on his lips: "This combination is quite interesting."

After saying that, he turned around.

This time, he's really gone.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said without turning his head, "By the way, consider that level-two cursed spirit a gift from me. Remember to return it next time we meet."

Then he disappeared into the darkness.

Only three people remained standing in the same spot.

silence.

After a long silence, Dong Yangping finally spoke: "...Is this guy out of his mind?"

Tsukumo Yuki burst out laughing.

"If the Gojo family heard you say that, they'd investigate your ancestors for eighteen generations."

She said, but her tone was full of schadenfreude: "But you're right, there is definitely a problem."

Shen Er didn't say anything, but his expression clearly showed that he agreed with the view.

Dongyangping looked in the direction where Gojo Satoru had disappeared, then looked at his empty hands.

I was asked for my contact information for no reason.

I was told I "can't see" for no reason.

For no apparent reason, my aura was completely suppressed by a thirteen-year-old brat from beginning to end.

This feeling is fucking awful.

"Let's go. That's enough for tonight."

"Aren't you going to fight anymore?" asked Yuki Tsukumo.

"Fight for nothing." Dong Yangping turned around. "When you encounter something like this... what's the point of fighting? Let's go home."

Then he started the car.

The black van drove away from Kabukicho and disappeared into the Tokyo night.

the next day.

sunny.

Dong Yangping rarely didn't get up early for training.

He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his head.

Two months later, my hair has grown a little, but it's still very short, like a freshly shaved buzz cut.

"It's alright." He touched it. "Not too ugly."

He changed into a clean shirt and trousers, picked up his prepared belongings, and went out the door.

Shen'er was already waiting in the yard.

He changed into clean clothes today—although it was still that faded jacket, at least it didn't have any holes.

He paused for a moment when he saw what Dong Yangping was holding.

There were two large bags, bulging and full, and I didn't know what they contained.

"What is this?"

"Things for a visit," Dong Yangping said. "Fruit, nutritional supplements, and a few books. We can't go empty-handed, can we?"

Shen Er remained silent for two seconds.

"...You don't need to do that."

"It's not for you," Dong Yangping said, "it's for Sister Huihui. I should go see her."

You can't exactly say you've taken a liking to your son, can you?

Shen Er didn't say anything more.

The two got into the car.

Tokyo Jikei Hospital.

Premium ward area.

Inside the elevator, Dong Yangping looked at the floor indicator.

Seventh floor, Obstetrics and Gynecology Department.

Shen Er stood beside him, without saying a word.

But Dong Yangping could feel that his body was very tense.

That's nervousness.

Heaven and tyrant, sorcerer assassin, ruthless killer—tense atmosphere.

The elevator doors opened.

The corridor was quiet, with only the occasional nurse passing by.

Shen Er walked ahead, his pace slower than usual, each step steady, as if he were suppressing something.

He stopped at the door of the ward.

Then push open the door.

"Huihui".

Shen'er's voice instantly softened.

Dong Yangping followed behind and saw the woman on the hospital bed.

Xiang Naihui leaned against the headboard, wearing a hospital gown, her hair loose, and her face was paler than it had been two months ago.

But the moment she saw Shen'er, a smile bloomed on her face.

That smile brightened up the entire ward.

"Shen'er Jun," she said softly, "you've come."

Shen Er walked to the bedside and took her hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"That's great," Xiang Naihui said with a smile. "The doctor said I'm recovering well, and the baby is healthy too."

Her gaze swept past Shen Er and landed on Dong Yangping at the door. Her eyes lit up: "Mr. Yangping is here too!"

Dong Yangping walked into the ward and placed two large bags on the bedside table.

"Sister Huihui, it's been a long time."

"Oh dear, you came all this way, but you brought so much stuff." Xiang Nai Huihui said a little embarrassedly, "This is too much of a waste."

"Of course. Mr. Shen has been a great help to me."

He sat down on the chair by the bed and looked at Xiang Naihui.

Her belly was already quite noticeable; at five months pregnant, it stretched her hospital gown into a rounded shape.

But her complexion was indeed not good; she was pale, somewhat swollen, and her lips were bloodless.

Dong Yangping's heart sank.

It seems the situation is more serious than he imagined.

"How's Mr. Yangping doing lately?" Xiang Naihui asked. "Is he settling in alright?"

"That's great," Dong Yangping said. "Shen Erjun helped me a lot."

"Him..." Xiang Naihui glanced at Shen Er, her eyes full of tenderness, "He just doesn't like to talk, but he's actually a very nice person."

Shen Er's face remained expressionless, but the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Dong Yangping saw it and almost burst out laughing.

Heaven and the tyrant, their ears turned red.

If people in the world of sorcery were to see this scene, they would probably be shocked for a whole year.