The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Dong Yangping stood still, motionless.

His eyes were half-closed, and his breathing became extremely slow—only twice per minute. This was his "enlightenment state," where his metabolism was at its lowest, but his brain was working at super-high speed.

Yuki Tsukumo glanced at it and sighed.

"Here we go again." She put away the towel. "I wonder how long I'll have to stand here this time."

Shen Er didn't say anything.

He simply looked at Dong Yangping, his eyes flickering.

He knew exactly what Dong Yangping was doing—reviewing the battle, analyzing every detail, identifying his shortcomings, and then thinking about ways to improve.

This is Dong Yangping's habit, and also his way of becoming stronger.

Every battle, every moment of enlightenment, is a leap forward.

Even he could sense that this leap would be greater than any before.

Because he saw the look in Dongyangping's eyes in that last moment.

Those were the eyes that had found the answer.

"I need to step up my game," Shen said softly.

Tsukumo Yuki glanced at him.

"You? Give it your best?"

"Hmm." Shen Er turned and walked off the field. "We can't let him fall behind."

Yuki Tsukumo paused for a moment, then laughed.

These two men, on the surface, were praising each other, but behind the scenes they were actually competing with each other.

That's interesting, so very interesting.

Shen Er left the fighting arena and did not return to his residence.

He went to the flower shop.

This is his daily habit—to buy a bouquet of flowers from a florist before going to the hospital.

It wasn't any rare or expensive flower, but just ordinary daisies, lilies, or those little wildflowers that Huihui liked but couldn't name.

The florist was an elderly woman in her sixties with gray hair and a kind smile on her face.

"Little Shen'er's here again!" She greeted Shen'er with a smile, "What do you want to buy today?"

"Daisies," Shen said. "Do you have any fresh ones?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it just arrived this morning."

The old lady pulled a bunch of daisies from the bucket, wrapped them in newspaper, and handed them to him.

"Going to see your wife again?"

"Um."

"That's great."

The old lady sighed, "I've run this shop for over twenty years and have seen countless men come to buy flowers. But no more than five men come every day like you."

Shen Er accepted the flowers and paid for them.

"She likes flowers."

That was his only reason.

The old lady smiled.

"Please give my regards when you get back."

Shen Er nodded and left the flower shop.

The next stop was the restaurant he went to every day.

It's not big; it's just a small shop on a street corner that sells home-style dishes.

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties, chubby, and always smiling.

"Mr. Shen, today's bento is ready."

The owner took out an insulated bag from behind the counter: "Braised beef, vegetable salad, salmon sushi, and miso soup. As you requested, less salt and oil, easy to digest."

Shen Er took the insulated bag.

"How much?"

"The usual price, 800 yen."

The boss paused, then added, "How's your wife doing lately?"

"fine."

"That's good." The shop owner said with a smile, "You come to buy lunch boxes every day. My wife says your wife must be very happy."

Shen Er remained silent for a second.

"Thanks."

Shen Er said that after paying, he turned and left.

Then there's the fruit shop.

Then I went to the convenience store to buy some daily necessities.

Then I went home to get a change of clothes.

He repeats this process every day.

This has been repeated for more than four months.

More than 130 days.

This happens every day, rain or shine.

He didn't even know why he did it; perhaps it was because it was the only thing he could do.

On the bus, Shen Er sat by the window.

She was holding flowers in her hands, had an insulated bag on her lap, and a backpack containing clothes at her feet.

The scenery outside the window rushed past.

He recalled the day he first brought Huihui to the hospital four months ago.

Her complexion wasn't this bad back then.

Back then, she could still smile and talk to him.

At that time, he thought that as long as he received proper treatment, he would definitely get better.

but now……

He closed his eyes.

Huihui's face flashed into my mind; she looked even paler than she had four months ago.

Although she puts on makeup every day to cover up her haggard appearance.

But he can see it.

His five senses are too acute.

He could see the faint bluish veins under her skin.

You could smell a faint, sickly aura emanating from her.

You could hear the occasional stray sound in her heartbeat.

She thought she had hidden it well.

But he knew all of this.

He knows everything.

They just don't say it.

Because it's no use saying it.

Because it was her own choice.

because--

She wanted the child.

The bus has arrived at the station.

He then got out of the car and went into the hospital.

In the elevator, he encountered several nurses.

"Mr. Shen, you're here again," the young nurse said with a smile. "You come every day; you're such a good husband."

Shen Er nodded without saying anything.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor.

He went outside and walked towards the ward.

The corridor was quiet.

His footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible.

But he stopped when he reached the door of the ward.

He saw what was inside through the glass window in the door.

Huihui was sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

She was in a hurry, her hands trembling slightly—because she had gotten up later than usual and was afraid he would see her without makeup.

She picked up a powder puff and applied powder to her face.

But her hands were shaking so badly that the powder puff fell off several times.

Shen Er stood outside the door, watching this scene unfold.

Looking at that woman trying so hard to hide her haggard appearance.

Looking at the woman who didn't want him to worry.

Looking at that woman—her face was so pale it broke my heart.

His hands clenched tightly.

It loosened again.

Then he pushed open the door.

"Huihui".

Chanel Huihui's hand trembled, and the powder puff fell off again.

She turned her head, her face showing panic and a hint of guilt at being caught red-handed.

"W-Wen Er-jun...why are you up so early today?"

Shen Er went inside and put down the flowers and things.

"Come over as soon as you've finished your business," he said calmly.

Xiang Naihui lowered her head and whispered, "I haven't finished my makeup yet..."

Shen Er walked over and sat down beside her. He reached out and gently lifted her face.

That face was so pale, so pale it was heartbreaking.

"Stop putting on makeup."

Xiang Naihui was stunned for a moment.

"But……"

"That's perfect," Shen said. "No need for makeup."

Xiang Naihui looked at him, her eyes a little red.

"Is it ugly?"

"Not ugly," Shen'er said. "It looks good."

Xiang Naihui smiled.

As I laughed, tears started falling.

"That's a lie."

"I know what I look like now. Every time I look in the mirror, I see myself becoming more and more..."

She didn't finish speaking.

He then pulled her into his arms.

"Don't say anymore," he said softly. "I love you no matter what."

Xiang Naihui leaned against him, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Shen'er-jun..."

"Um."

"If I..."

"There are no 'what ifs'," Shen interrupted her. "You'll be alright. The baby will be alright too."

Xiang Naihui remained silent.

After a long silence, she whispered, "If something really happens to me, you must take good care of the children."

Shen Er's hand tightened.

"...No, that won't happen."

Promise me.

Shen Er remained silent for a long time.

It went on for so long that Xiang Naihui thought he wouldn't answer anymore.

Then he spoke.

"it is good."

There is only one word.

But this word carries immense weight.