The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuki looked at Megumi with a serious expression.

"Shen'er Jun," she said softly, "do you know how special this child is?"

Shen Er remained silent; he knew it.

He knew it from the moment Hui was born.

Because he was bound by the Heavenly Curse, he could not sense the power of the curse.

Or rather, his perception of magical power was a blank slate.

The emptiness in Hui's body was much stronger than that of an ordinary baby.

It was so powerful that even he, as a father, was somewhat alarmed.

"He's a born sorcerer," Yuki Tsukumo said. "And not just any ordinary sorcerer. The purity of his magical power is the highest I've ever seen in a baby."

She paused, then added, "The level of Gojo Satoru."

Shen Er's hand clenched tightly—Gojo Satoru, Six Eyes.

A genius that appears once in a millennium.

And his son—

"What are you trying to say?"

Ninety-Nine Yuki looked at him and said earnestly:

"I think this child will definitely be targeted by the world of sorcery in the future. The three major families, the sorcery experts, and even those forces hidden in the shadows will all want to take him away."

"So," she paused, "you need to be prepared."

Shen Er remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke.

"I'll kill anyone who dares to touch him."

The voice was soft, but the killing intent was so strong it was impossible to ignore.

Tsukumo Yuki shivered.

She knew that Shen was telling the truth.

He would really kill people, many people, for this child.

That night, Shen'er sat by the crib, watching Hui sleeping soundly.

His hair was still so stubborn, standing up like a small sea urchin.

His little hands were clenched into fists and placed near his face. He would occasionally twitch the corners of his mouth, as if he were having a dream.

She reached out and gently touched his face.

It's very soft.

Very tender.

It makes people afraid to exert force.

"Hui," he whispered, "Dad will protect you."

Hui stirred, but did not wake up.

Shen Er looked at his sleeping face and suddenly remembered something.

What Yuki Tsukumo said today reminded him of someone.

Someone he doesn't want to think about.

Those old folks from the Zen temple.

If they knew that there was a child in this world with extraordinary talent, and that he was of the Zen family bloodline—

What will they do?

Shen Er's hand clenched and then loosened.

He looked at Hui, his expression becoming complicated.

After a long silence, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Dad has done many wrong things in the past."

"But not in the future."

"From now on, Dad will only do one thing—"

"To protect you."

Hui turned over and went back to sleep.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the father and son.

The scene was as gentle as a painting.

the next day.

Shen Er was changing Hui's diaper in the yard when Dong Yangping walked over.

He couldn't help but laugh as he watched Shen Er's clumsy movements.

"You're starting to look more and more like a good dad."

He didn't even raise his head.

"That's how it is."

Dong Yangping sat down next to him.

"What did Ninety-Nine tell you yesterday?"

Shen Er paused for a moment.

"It's nothing."

"She's taken a liking to Hui?" Dong Yangping asked. "Does she want to take him on as her apprentice?"

Shen Er remained silent, and Dong Yangping understood.

"She wants to groom him?"

"Um."

What do you think?

Shen Er helped Hui put on his pants and then picked him up.

Hui babbled in his arms, waving her little hands around.

"He's still young," Shen said. "He can decide for himself when he grows up."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

This is the best choice.

"However," he paused, "there are some things that we may need to prepare for sooner rather than later."

Shen Er looked at him.

"What preparations?"

"Prepare to protect him," Dong Yangping said. "You know better than I how dangerous this world is. Those people in the world of sorcery won't let a talented child go."

"Furthermore, for Hui to achieve good development, she will inevitably need to come into contact with them..."

He remained silent.

He knew that Dongyangping was right.

"So," Dong Yangping said, "we'll do it together."

Shen Er paused for a moment.

"you?"

"Yes." Dongyangping nodded. "I watched Hui being born. He's practically my nephew. Protecting him is the right thing to do."

Shen Er looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke.

"Thanks."

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"You're welcome. I'm free anyway."

Hui, nestled in his arms, suddenly reached out her small hand and grasped Dong Yangping's fingers.

Dong Yangping looked down at the tiny hand.

So small, so soft.

But they held on very tightly.

"This kid," he laughed, "has a pretty strong grip."

Even Shen Er laughed.

Under the sunlight, there are two men and a child. The scene is ordinary, but it exudes an unusual warmth.

The days passed by.

Hui is slowly growing up.

From rolling over, to sitting, to crawling, to standing.

Shen Er was by my side every step of the way.

He remembered every step.

That day, Hui spoke for the first time.

They don't call me "Dad" or "Mom".

Instead, he pointed to the scar on the corner of Shen'er's mouth and said one word: "Scar".

Shen Er was stunned.

Xiang Nai Hui Hui was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"This child's first word is 'scar'!"

Shen Er looked at her, then at Hui.

Hui looked up at him with her big, dark eyes.

"Scar," Hui said again.

Shen Er suddenly smiled, squatted down, and hugged Hui in his arms.

"Yes, it's a scar."

"Dad's scar."

Hui giggled in his arms.

Some time passed.

Then she noticed something: Hui's hair was starting to look more and more like a sea urchin.

Every morning when I wake up, my hair stands up stubbornly and I can't comb it flat no matter what I do.

"Whose genes did she inherit from?" Xiang Nai Huihui looked at her son, completely puzzled.

Shen Er shook his head. He didn't know, but he felt that this was fine.

Very individualistic.

Like his son.

That day, Jujiro Kujo came again.

Looking at Hui's urchin-shaped hair, she suddenly said, "This child is definitely going to be a troublemaker in the future."

Shen Er looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just..." Yuki Tsukumo thought for a moment, "unwilling to admit defeat, stubborn, and has her own ideas."

She paused, then smiled: "Like his dad."

Shen Er didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He looked at Hui with tender eyes.

Hui was crawling on the ground, chasing a ball that was rolling around.

They climbed very seriously and tried very hard, and even when they fell, they didn't cry.

Get up and keep chasing.

As she looked at it, she suddenly remembered her childhood.

Those years at the Zen temple.

There was no care, only cold stares and ridicule...

Was he like that back then too?

You fall down, get up, get hurt, and bear it.

Because no one will help him up.

But Hui is different.

He has a mother and a father.

There is Uncle Dongyang and Aunt Jiushijiu.

Many people love him.

He won't grow up in darkness like I did.

He will grow up freely in the sunshine, and that's enough.

Shen Er thought about it, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"benefit."

Hui turned around and looked at him.

Those eyes were bright and sparkling.

"dad."

Shen Er paused for a moment.

This was the first time Hui had called him "Dad".

It's not a "scar," and it's not an "ah."

It's "Dad".

He walked over and picked Hui up.

"Say it again."

"dad."

Shen Er laughed, laughing like a complete idiot.

But at this moment, he was the happiest person in the world.