The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

As Dong Yangping looked at the two girls in front of him, the sense of familiarity in his mind became clearer and clearer, but something still didn't quite add up.

In his fragmented memories, the girl named Mingming should have had a huge braid covering her face.

But the one in front of me had silver hair in a high ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead, and exuded a heroic spirit.

That girl called Angehime should have a large scar on her face.

But the one in front of me had a face as clean as a peeled egg, with no blemishes except for a little baby fat.

After thinking about it, Dong Yangping stopped caring.

Instead of dwelling on those vague fragments, it's better to find out for yourself.

The person is right in front of us, how could we let them get away?

"Hey you two, how about we grab a bite to eat? It's on me."

Mingming raised an eyebrow.

"Want to have dinner together?"

Do strangers ask each other out for a meal on their first meeting?

Mingming instinctively became alert.

"Yes." Dong Yangping nodded. "Let's chat. I'm quite curious about you guys."

Angeji subconsciously looked at Mingming.

Mingming didn't speak, but just stared at Dongyangping.

That gaze seemed to be assessing something.

Dong Yangping suddenly remembered something and added, "Actually, I have a request for your help. The price is negotiable."

Mingming's eyes lit up instantly.

"A commission? What commission?"

"Let's eat first, and chat while we eat."

Dongyang Ping smiled, "Just as I thought."

"Don't worry, it's a legitimate request. It's not illegal or dangerous; it just requires the help of some professionals in the field of sorcery."

He meditated for a while.

"How much?"

"It depends on your offer."

Mingming's lips curled up slightly.

"Let's go then."

Angeji tugged at her sleeve: "Sister Mingming, are we really going to eat with strangers like this?"

"Would you be stupid not to take a free meal?" Mingming said matter-of-factly. "Besides, the mission was completed ahead of schedule, and there's no rush to go back."

Angehime thought about it and thought...it seemed to make sense?

She secretly glanced at Dong Yangping.

This man, although he looks a bit scary, just saved her and Sister Mingming, so he shouldn't be a bad person, right?

"Let's go, let's go." Mingming had already shouldered the giant axe and started walking outside. "Where are we going to eat?"

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"Come with me."

Twenty minutes later.

Tokyo, Ginza.

"Kaiseki Cuisine: Kikunoi".

A modest wooden sign hangs at the entrance, and lanterns emit a soft, warm light.

Mingming stood at the entrance, gazing at the sophisticated Japanese-style building, and paused for a moment, a rare moment of surprise.

"here?"

"Hmm." Dongyang Ping nodded. "What? You don't like it?"

Mingming remained silent for two seconds.

"...Isn't that too expensive?"

Although she loves money, she also knows what level this restaurant is—a Michelin three-star restaurant, with an average cost of 100,000 yen per person.

Ankagi panicked: "Mr. Dongyang, this is too much! We can just find any ramen shop..."

"fine."

Dongyang pushed the door open: "Let's go, we've made a reservation."

The two exchanged a glance and had no choice but to follow them inside.

Inside the private room.

Wooden tables and chairs, soft lighting, and a Japanese garden outside the window.

The waitresses, dressed in kimonos, knelt down to pour tea for them, their movements as elegant as a painting.

Mingming sat on the cushion, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

It wasn't nervousness, it was that she didn't know where to put her giant axe.

"Give it to me." Dongyang Ping reached out his hand.

Mingming hesitated for a moment, then handed him the axe.

Dong Yangping took it and casually put it against the wall.

"Eat first, don't worry about it."

Mingming nodded; she had just realized that her axe could be put away.

Angehime looked around curiously.

"Mr. Dongyang, do you come to places like this often?"

"Occasionally," Dong Yangping said. "I come here when I need to discuss business. The environment is nice, quiet, and suitable for chatting."

The geisha nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Although her family wasn't poor, they weren't wealthy enough to frequently dine at places like this.

"Let's order." Dong Yangping handed over the menu. "Order whatever you want."

Mingming took the menu, glanced at it, and then closed it.

"You order," she said. "We don't understand."

Dong Yangping didn't stand on ceremony and told the waiter, "Three large portions of the kaiseki set meal, one of which should be twenty times the usual amount. No need for drinks, they're still young."

Mingming was somewhat surprised. That twenty times the amount must have been what Dongyangping ate himself. Could one person eat so much?

The waiter nodded and left.

The geisha whispered, "I'm not little anymore... I'm fifteen..."

Dong Yangping glanced at her.

Fifteen years old? That's not young anymore.

But in this world, fifteen years old is still a child.

"Alright, alright, you're not young," Dong Yangping said with a smile, "but let's skip the drinking. We'll talk about it when you're an adult."

The dishes were served one by one.

Appetizers, sashimi, simmered dishes, grilled dishes, fried dishes, main courses, soups, desserts —

Each dish is as exquisite as a work of art.

Mingming ate very attentively.

It wasn't the kind of refined way of eating; they were eating very seriously.

He chewed each bite carefully, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were savoring something precious.

The anime singer was much more refined, eating in small bites and occasionally glancing up at Dongyang Ping.

Dongyangping is much more open-minded; it's like eating pork trotter rice—you can easily finish a big bowl in just a few bites.

The other two were somewhat dumbfounded.

Halfway through the meal, Dongyang Ping spoke up.

"You two are both students at the High School of Spellcasting?"

"Mm." Mingming nodded. "I'm a second-year student, and the songstress is a first-year student."

"What about the sorcerer's level?"

"I'm level one," Mingming said. "The songstress is level two."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

Their abilities certainly match, and even exceed, those of the candidates.

But looking at the battle in the darkness, he felt it was more than one level.

Although I don't know how it's rated, Mingming should be able to take down a level one cursed spirit on her own.

"Your spell... is it to control crows?"

"Blackbird Manipulation," Mingming said, "allows you to control crows and share vision."

She paused, then added, "My techniques are weak, and my attack power is insufficient. That's why I practice physical skills and weapons."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

This approach is the right one.

"How long have you been practicing?"

"I started training as soon as I enrolled in school," Mingming said. "For several years, every day was filled with nothing but tasks and training."

Dong Yangping looked at her.

There was something in those eyes.

It's not talent, it's perseverance.

"You are very hardworking and very capable."

Mingming was stunned for a moment; she had heard these words many times before.

But it sounds different coming from Dong Yangping.

Because he is strong.

The recognition of the strong carries more weight than the praise of ordinary people.

"And you? What is that electric-like power of yours?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"Bioelectricity"

"Bioelectricity?"

"Um."

Dong Yangping raised his hand, a blue arc of electricity crackling at his fingertips: "Something that exists naturally in the human body. I've just amplified it."

He stared intently at the arc of electricity, his eyes shining.

"Can it be used for combat?"

"Yes." Dongyang Ping waved his hand, and an arc of electricity shot towards a small dish on the table, which shattered instantly. "The power is decent."

Angehime opened her mouth wide.

"W-This is amazing..."

Mingming remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she asked, "Can this skill be learned?"

Dong Yangping looked at her, and there was longing in his eyes.

"Theoretically, it's possible," he said, "but it requires extreme physical control. An average person's body can't do that."

Dong Yangping had previously wanted Shen'er to replicate his bioelectric abilities, but after various tests and experiments, he found that it was simply not feasible.

It was only after the scientists and the Ninety-Nine Yuki summarized that they realized it was their own uniqueness.

In other words, he is a special case.

"This requires very strong physical fitness. You can improve your physical fitness first, at least to the point where you can deliver a punch with several tons of force."

Mingming's eyes darkened for a moment, but quickly brightened again.

"Then I'll practice until I can do it."

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"Having the intention is enough."

Whether it succeeds or not is irrelevant; ultimately, improved physical fitness is always a good thing.