The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Four months later, at the hospital, in the neonatal intensive care unit.

Hui, who was in the insulated box, was finally "liberated".

For the first four months of his life, he spent his early years in this small, transparent box.

Every day, they are cared for by professional nurses, monitored with state-of-the-art equipment, and given an ample supply of nutritional fluids.

The result was that he grew better than any premature baby.

Its weight has increased from a little over two pounds at birth to five kilograms now. Its skin is no longer wrinkled, but has become fair and smooth. Its eyes have also opened, and are dark and shiny, like two grapes.

The only problem is—

His hair.

"This baby's hair..." The head nurse looked at the infant in the incubator, her expression somewhat subtle, "Isn't it a bit too unique?"

Hui has a head of thick black hair.

It's not just ordinary black hair.

It's a hedgehog-like hairstyle with spiky hair sticking up like a sea urchin.

Each strand of hair seems to have its own thoughts, each stubbornly growing in a different direction. From a distance, it looks like a tiny black sea urchin.

"It's probably genetic," another nurse whispered. "His father also had that... kind of unique hairstyle, didn't he?"

"That's a scar on his father's head, not his hairstyle."

"..."

Outside the intensive care unit, Shen'er was looking at her son through the glass.

His expression was calm, but there was something indescribable in his eyes.

That's pride.

Also...confused.

Whose hair does this look like?

He touched the scar on the corner of his mouth, then looked at his reflection in the glass—his hair was ordinary short black hair, a little messy, but definitely not this exaggerated.

Huihui's hair is also soft and smooth.

Then this child...

Never mind, it's not important, as long as you're healthy.

Dr. Matsumoto walked over with the test results in hand.

"Mr. Shen, congratulations."

She smiled and said, "Hui has fully met the discharge criteria. She weighs five kilograms, all her indicators are normal, and she is even healthier than other babies, without any of the complications common to premature infants."

Shen Er nodded.

"Can we go home now?"

"Yes, that's fine," Dr. Matsumoto said. "However, you'll still need to come back for regular checkups for the first three months. We'll provide you with a detailed care guide."

She paused, then added, "To be honest, in all my years of practice, I've never seen a premature baby recover so well. The early cesarean section combined with in-vitro fertilization was definitely the right choice."

Shen Er remained silent for a second.

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me," Dr. Matsumoto smiled. "If you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Dongyang. He arranged all that equipment, those nutrient solutions, and those experts."

Shen Er didn't say anything.

But he remembered it in his heart; this favor was too great.

On the day of discharge, Higashiyo Hei and Kujuku Yuki both came.

Kana Hui held Hui in her arms, her face beaming with happiness. Four months of recuperation had improved her complexion considerably; although she was still somewhat pale, she was no longer as worrisome as before.

"Let's go," Shen'er said, carrying large and small bags. "Let's go home."

The black van drove away from the hospital and headed towards Saitama.

On the bus, Tsukumo Yuki kept staring at Megumi in Kana Huihui's arms.

That look in his eyes was like a cat seeing a fish.

"Sister Huihui," she leaned closer, "can I have a hug?"

Xiang Naihui smiled and handed Hui to her.

Tsukumo Yuki carefully took the child, her movements stiff as if she were holding a bomb.

"He's so light..." she murmured, "So soft..."

Hui stirred in her arms and opened her eyes.

Those dark, bright eyes stared straight at her.

Tsukumo Yuki was stunned.

In that instant, her sorcerer's intuition gave her a crazy premonition.

This child—

A born sorcerer! And a super genius with an innate talent for spellcasting!

"What's wrong?" Xiang Nai Huihui asked.

Ninety-nine Yuki came to his senses.

"It's nothing." She smiled and handed Hui back to Xiang Nai Hui Hui. "I just feel... this child will definitely amount to something in the future."

Shen Er glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

His eyes were wary.

Yuki pretended not to see it.

It was already afternoon when I got back to my home in Saitama Prefecture.

Xiang Naihui carried Hui into the house and began to pack things.

Shen'er stood in the yard, looking at the home she had left four months ago.

The yard was spotless. The hole in the wall next door that was struck by lightning had long been repaired, and the new wall was almost indistinguishable from the original.

Dongyang Ping stood at his door, looking at Shen Er.

Welcome back.

Shen Er nodded.

"Thanks."

He spoke those two words very softly.

But Dongyang Ping understood.

In the days that followed, Shen'er's life changed completely.

Previously, his daily tasks were training, accepting missions, and killing people. Later, he also became Dong Yangping's sparring partner.

Now, his tasks are changing diapers, feeding, and soothing the baby.

"Wow--!"

At three o'clock in the morning, Hui's crying began precisely on time.

She opened her eyes and, without wasting a second, rolled over and got out of bed.

He walked to the crib and looked down at the little one whose face was red from crying.

Are you hungry?

Hui continued to cry.

She even reached out and touched the diaper—it was dry.

That means you're hungry.

He expertly prepared the formula, tested the temperature, and then put the bottle into Hui's mouth.

The crying stopped immediately.

Hui held the baby bottle, gulping down the milk, her eyes half-closed, a look of contentment on her face.

Shen'er sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him.

This small face looks just like Huihui's.

But those eyes, and that stubborn sea urchin-like head—

Who does this look like?

During the day, she would push the stroller and take walks around the neighborhood.

This is his daily habit.

Pushing Hui along, we walked through those familiar streets.

The elderly lady at the florist saw them and greeted them with a smile, "Oh dear, is this the little baby? So cute!"

The restaurant owner made a special trip out and handed Shen'er a box of homemade snacks: "These are for the mother, to help her recover!"

The fruit vendor picked out a few of the sweetest oranges and shoved them into the stroller.

I thank you all individually.

He realized he had changed.

In the past, when he walked down the street, people would walk around him.

Now, his neighbors all greet him proactively.

Because he no longer looked scary when he was pushing the stroller.

He's just an ordinary dad.

Hui is growing up day by day.

Four months later, he was able to turn over.

Five months later, he was able to sit up.

Seven months later, he started crawling all over the place.

Shen Er noticed every bit of progress she made.

With each step forward, a strange feeling would well up inside him.

That was pride, but also reluctance—reluctance to let him grow up too fast.

She was reluctant to let him leave her embrace so soon.

That day, Shen was sunbathing in the yard, and Hui was sitting on a blanket next to him, playing with a rag doll.

Xiang Naihui nestled in Shen Er's arms and slowly fell asleep.

Ninety-nine Yuki is here again.

She's been coming over very frequently lately, and every time she comes, she spends half a day playing with Hui.

Even he knew what she was planning.

With her sorcerer's intuition, she was sure she sensed something.

"Shin-kun~" Tsukumo Yuki came closer, grinning, and said, "Can I hug Megumi?"

Kana Huihui heard Tsukumo Yuki's voice and then woke up in Shen'er's arms.

"Ah, Yuki's here. You two chat, I'll go cook for you."

Jiujiu Yuki: "Relax, relax, Sister Huihui, no need to trouble yourself~"

"Yes, yes, please have a seat."

Xiang Naihui got up from Shen Er's arms, touched her slightly flushed face, and then walked towards the kitchen.

She looked at Kana Huihui with tenderness, then turned and glared at Tsukumo Yuki.

"no."

Why?

"You almost dropped him last time."

"That was an accident!"

"And the time before that, you made him cry for two hours."

"He's hungry!"

"And the time before that—"

"Alright, alright!" Yuki Tsukumo raised her hands in surrender. "I admit my skills aren't good, but I'm serious!"

She was too lazy to even speak.