The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Shen'er's voice was very calm, abnormally calm.

Yuki Tsukumo paused for a moment and looked at him.

The man's face was expressionless, but his eyes were fixed on Dong Yangping on the emergency table, and there was something indescribable in his pupils.

That too is... fear.

He was afraid that Dongyangping might not wake up.

But he said he "wouldn't die" because he believed it.

I believe that the man who survived being struck by lightning, surrounded by cursed spirits, and beaten by Huzhangren and Lusuo will not fall here.

Twenty minutes later.

The lines on the electrocardiogram monitor finally stabilized.

Heart rate 45, blood pressure 80/50, respiratory rate 12 breaths per minute.

Alive.

But he didn't wake up.

The doctor took off his mask and walked up to Yuki Kuju, his expression complex.

"His life has been saved."

"but……"

"But what?"

"Deep coma."

The doctor paused for a moment: "It's hard to say when he'll wake up."

Tsukumo Yuki was stunned.

coma?

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

She then released her arm and walked to the bedside of Dongyang Ping.

The man lay there quietly, his face as pale as paper, his body covered in tubes.

The blue lightning disappeared, the oppressive feeling vanished, and even breathing became so faint as to be barely perceptible.

Like a still-warm corpse.

Shen Er stared at it for a long time.

Then he turned and walked out of the emergency room.

"Take good care of him."

After saying those words, he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Jiujiu stood still, looking at Dongyangping, and finally tears fell.

three days later.

Higashi Yohei was transferred to the best hospital in Tokyo.

It was arranged by Dong Yangping's family.

The old man came in person.

The old man stood at the door of the ward, looking at his son on the hospital bed, and remained silent for a long time.

"How could he do this?"

Tsukumo Yuki lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"It was my fault."

The old man looked at her.

"What exactly is going on?"

Tsukumo Yuki didn't say anything.

She couldn't explain it.

Since things had come to this point, the old man didn't press the matter further.

He simply walked into the ward, sat down beside Dong Yangping's bed, and took his hand.

That hand was very cold.

"You brat," he said softly, "aren't you the biggest eater? Get up and eat."

no respond.

"Your mother... all your mothers, and all your brothers and sisters, are waiting for you to come back."

Still no response.

The old man remained silent for a long time, then stood up and walked out of the ward.

"Use the best medicine, the best equipment," he told the doctor. "Money is not a problem."

He stayed for a while and then left.

Jiujiu stood at the door, watching his figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

That back view was straight and firm.

But she saw that his hands were trembling slightly.

A month later.

Dong Yangping was taken back to his house in Saitama Prefecture.

It was upheld by the ninety-nine-year-old Ji.

"The hospital environment isn't suitable for him," she said. "Letting him stay in a familiar place might make it easier for him to wake up."

Shen Er didn't say anything, but simply cleaned up Dong Yangping's room.

The training equipment, the research materials, and the nutrient solutions that hadn't been consumed yet were all neatly arranged.

Just like he could wake up at any moment and continue his daily routine.

Ninety-nine Yuki placed a chair next to Dongyang Ping's bed.

From that day on, she never left.

Three months later.

During these three months, the old man came almost every week, and Dongyangping's older brothers and sisters, as well as younger brothers and sisters, came every few days.

Many people cried their eyes out.

Finally, the old man lost his patience and ordered them not to come over...

During this period, Jiujiu Yuji conducted the seventh comprehensive test on Dongyangping.

The result was exactly the same as the previous six times—

The soul cannot be detected.

There is no magical power.

There were no obvious energy fluctuations.

But there is a strange phenomenon—Dong Yangping's body is getting stronger, getting stronger every moment.

Muscle density is increasing, bone hardness is improving, and cell activity is slowly increasing.

The nutrient solution injected into him every day, which was enough for an adult to consume for a month, disappeared completely from his body.

There was almost no excretion.

That energy was almost entirely absorbed by the body.

Looking at the test data, Jiujiu Yuki's expression was complicated.

"You... you're getting stronger even while you're unconscious?"

She reached out and pinched Dong Yangping's arm.

It's as hard as iron.

It's much harder than it was three months ago.

"By the time you wake up, even if Shen'er and I team up, we probably won't be able to beat you."

She whispered, "So wake up quickly."

no respond.

She sighed, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

Six months later.

They even extended their business into the black market.

There was no other way; the company needed to operate, and Dongyang Ping's research hadn't stopped, requiring funding. Those expensive equipment needed money, and maintenance also required money.

While Dong Yangping was in a coma, the money in his account was completely untouchable.

Since Yuki doesn't work, the entire company can make decisions. In order to make money, they have no choice but to go back to their old ways.

During the day, he would accompany Huihui and Hui, and at night he would change into a black robe and sneak into the night.

He is fast and ruthless, never leaving anyone alive.

In just three months, the name "God of Night Killers" spread throughout the black market.

Nobody knows who he is.

All we know is that he kills people, takes money, and never asks who his employer is.

One day, Shen Er killed a curse master, and the reward was ten million.

On his way back, he bought one of Hui's favorite plush toys.

"Daddy's home!"

Hui stumbled over and hugged his leg.

She even squatted down and handed him the doll.

Hui hugged the doll, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she smiled.

"Dad is the best!"

Shen Er touched his sea urchin head.

"Were you a good girl today?"

"good!"

"I will listen to my mother."

Hui nodded. "I went to see the muscular uncle! He's still asleep, but I talked to him a lot!"

Shen Er paused for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"I want to grow up quickly and be as amazing as Daddy!"

Hui tilted her head back: "Even though the muscular uncle isn't awake, he definitely heard us!"

Shen Er was silent for a few seconds, then laughed happily.

"Yes, he definitely heard it."

More than half a year later.

Gojo Satoru has arrived.

The white-haired boy stood beside Dongyang Ping's bed, looking down at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

"I heard you've been in a coma for almost a year."

no respond.

"I've been here three times. Every time you're the same pathetic mess you've been in."

Still no response.

Gojo Satoru sighed, took an orange out of his pocket, and placed it on the bedside table.

"I haven't thanked you yet about that cursed spirit. Although you killed off my prey, you also saved two of my senior classmates."

He paused for a moment, then said, "So, wake up quickly. I still want to have a fight with you."

Gojo Satoru turned around, intending to leave quietly.

But then he looked toward the doorway, where a blond boy was standing.

Seven Seas built people.

He was a bit taller than a year ago, and the childishness on his face had faded considerably, but his yellow-green eyes remained calm.

"Gojo-senpai." He nodded slightly.

Gojo Satoru looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"You're Nanami? That little genius who works at the bookstore?"

"Yes."

"I heard you've been considering becoming a sorcerer?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head. "Have you thought it through?"

Nanami Kento was silent for a few seconds: "Not yet."

"And this time?" Gojo Satoru pointed into the house. "To see him?"

"Um."

Gojo Satoru nodded, said nothing more, and left.

Qi Haijian entered the ward.

He stared at Dongyang Ping on the bed for a long time.

Then he spoke: "Mr. Dongyang."

no respond.

"I've decided to become a sorcerer."

"Because that night, I saw you fight. That power... I wonder if I could ever reach that level."

He bowed slightly.

"thank you."

At the doorway, Gojo Satoru leaned against the wall, waiting for him.

"Have you decided?"

"Um."

"Then let's go." Gojo Satoru smiled. "I'll introduce you to the industry."

The two disappeared at the end of the street.

one year later.

Xiang Naihui has recovered very well.

She even stopped taking on time-consuming tasks and devoted more time to her family.

Hui is two years old, and her stubborn head is getting more and more obstinate. She runs around every day, making a mess of the house.

But he had a habit—he would go next door to see the "muscle uncle" every day.

"Uncle, I'm here again today!"

He lay down beside the bed, looking at Dongyang Ping's quiet face.

"I learned to count today! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!"

"Dad said that when you wake up, you can teach me even more skills!"

"So you need to wake up soon!"

He reached out and touched Dong Yangping's face.

"what?"

Hui was stunned for a moment.

Because that face was a little warmer than usual.

He leaned closer to take a look.

Dong Yangping's eyes twitched slightly.

Hui's eyes widened.

"Uncle?"

Those eyes slowly opened.

Hui was stunned.

Then he jumped up, turned around and ran.

"Dad—! Mom—! Uncle's awake—!!"