The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

noon.

In Shen'er's courtyard, there was a large table.

Xiang Nai Hui Hui personally cooked a large table of dishes.

Looking at the dishes, Dong Yangping felt a pang of emotion.

More than a year ago, he was sitting here with Shen Er and Jiujiu Yuki, having a barbecue.

Hui wasn't born yet at that time.

Now, the little guy is two years old and is lying next to the table, looking at him curiously with his big eyes.

"Uncle!" Hui suddenly called out.

Dongyang Ping looked down at him.

"What did you call me?"

"Uncle!" Hui looked up, "You're finally awake! I talk to you every day!"

Dong Yangping looked at him.

That small face looked just like Kaneko's, but those eyes, and that stubborn little urchin-shaped haircut—

Like what? He's so young, yet his hair is so thick and spiky. Should we take him to get his hair done?

"What's your name?"

"Megumi!" the little one puffed out his chest. "Kanae Megumi!"

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

Kanae?

Not the Zen Monastery?

He looked at Shen'er, who was sitting opposite him with a calm expression.

"I registered his household," he said. "Kanae. He shares the same surname as Huihui."

Kana Huihui said shyly, "It was Shen Er-kun's request, and I couldn't argue with him. But let's leave it at that for now. When Hui grows up, she can change her surname herself."

Shen Er frowned: "This is it, no changes allowed!"

Dong Yangping was speechless, but he could understand. After all, Shen Er truly loved Xiang Nai Hui Hui, and at the same time, she truly hated the surname Zen-inu.

I just don't know if Shen'er has changed his surname.

Dongyang Ping clapped his hands and said, "What a good name! What a wonderful and beautiful surname! He'll love it."

Hui looked up and smiled happily, "Yes, I like it very much, I like it very much!"

Dongyangping reached out and patted Hui's head.

The sea urchin head didn't feel prickly to the touch.

"Megumi, what are your dreams for the future?"

Hui tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I want to be as amazing as Dad!"

Dong Yangping smiled and said, "Then you'd better work hard."

"I will!" Hui clenched her little fist. "Uncle, you have to do your best too! My dad is amazing!"

Dong Yangping looked at him, and a part of his heart softened.

This child is so cute; I hope he doesn't grow up to be a bad person.

After finishing his meal, Dong Yangping went home.

Dongyang family.

I haven't been back for a year, and everything is still the same.

When his older brothers, sisters, and younger brothers saw him return, they all gathered around and asked him all sorts of questions.

The old man sat in the main seat, looking at him with no expression on his face.

But those eyes were a little red.

"It's good that you're back."

Dong Yangping walked over and sat down cross-legged in front of him.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Sorry for what?"

I'm sorry to have worried you.

The old man remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he reached out and patted Dong Yangping on the shoulder.

"You brat, if you do that again, I'll break your legs."

Dong Yangping looked up and smiled.

"it is good."

I stayed at home for three days.

Playing chess with the old man, chatting with the mothers, and playing with the younger siblings.

He put everyone's worries at ease.

Then he went back.

Saitama Prefecture.

That tiny rented room.

The moment he pushed open the door, Dong Yangping froze.

The room was piled high with things: documents, reports, spells, research materials... there was almost no room to step.

Shen Er stood at the door, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Your company's business this year," he said, "along with financial statements, research progress, and a list of newly acquired magical artifacts."

Dong Yangping stared at the mountain of documents and remained silent for three seconds.

"...so much so."

"Um?"

"You're really amazing."

Shen Er's lips twitched slightly.

"There's no other way. You're unconscious, and someone has to take care of your company."

Dong Yangping took a deep breath, walked into the room, and picked up the top document.

It is a financial statement.

He flipped through it, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"This...this is a year's income?"

"Um."

"Three hundred million? Net income?"

"Including those magical artifacts and research findings, it's probably around five hundred million."

Dongyang Ping looked up and stared at Shen Er.

The man stood in the doorway, his expression as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"You fucking...you're a real talent."

Shen Er didn't say anything.

But Dong Yangping noticed that the tips of his ears had turned red again.

Over the next few days, Dong Yangping spent his time organizing those materials.

A year of business, a year of research, a year of results—

They were all piled up in front of him.

Professor Sato and his team delivered their latest research report.

In-depth research on bioelectricity and geomagnetism, theoretical models of the human body's magnetic field, experimental data on electromagnetic induction and cell activity...

A thick stack, densely packed.

Dr. Nakamura also wrote a paper titled "On the Possibility of the Human Body as an Electromagnetic Receiver," which was reportedly published in an academic journal and sparked considerable discussion.

Engineer Yamada delivered a batch of newly developed equipment—a bracelet that can monitor the human body's magnetic field, protective clothing that can shield against electromagnetic interference, and a small geomagnetic sensor.

Looking at the equipment, Dong Yangping suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

A year ago, he was just a reckless guy who trained desperately.

Now, he has a whole team behind him.

Some people helped him research theories, some helped him develop equipment, some helped him manage the company, and some helped him collect intelligence.

That's the power of money.

It is also the power of friendship.

On the fifth night.

The three of them then gathered in the courtyard to have a barbecue.

The skills of Jiujiu Yuki BBQ are getting better and better. The beef is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the vegetables are just right, and even the shrimp are grilled until the shells are crispy and the meat is tender.

Dong Yangping was eating heartily when he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right."

He put down the meat skewers.

"Any news from Lu Suo's side?"

Tsukumo Yuki paused for a moment.

Even Shen'er's expression changed.

"No," Yuki Tsukumo said. "After that night, she seemed to have vanished. I used all my intelligence networks, but I couldn't find any trace of her."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

"I can find her."

The two looked up at the same time.

"What?"

Dong Yangping raised his hand and pointed to his head.

"I left a mark on her body when we fought that night."

"mark?"

"An electromagnetic marker," Dong Yangping said. "A special magnetic field frequency that only I can sense. As long as she's still on Earth, I can find her."

Tsukumo Yuki was stunned.

"You... you already thought of this back then?"

"Yeah." Dong Yangping nodded. "I'm not in the right state of mind, so I can't continue pursuing her. But I know I'll definitely need to find her again in the future."

"So I kept a backup plan."

Shen Er looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Can you sense where she is right now?"

Dongyang Ping closed his eyes.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes.

"The frequency is still in Japan. Near Tokyo, it hasn't moved! We need to get closer to pinpoint its exact location."

He paused for a few seconds, then asked, "When will we make our move?"

Dong Yangping looked at him.

"You want to go?"

"Um."

Why?

Shen Er did not answer immediately.

He looked down at the meat skewers in his hand.

"I've thought a lot this year."

"What is it?"

"That night," Shen Er said, "If I hadn't instinctively backed down, if I hadn't taken Tian Ni Mou away, if I could have been faster, and my target might have been his head—"

"You might not be in a coma for a year."

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

Tsukumo Yuki also fell silent.

"So," Shen Er looked up, "I want to go. To deal with that thing myself."

Dong Yangping looked at him.

Even in those eyes, there was guilt, determination, and an intensely strong killing intent.

"Okay," Dong Yangping said, "Let's go together."

Then he looked at the ninety-nine Yuki.

"And you?"

Tsukumo Yuki grinned.

"Nonsense. I've been waiting a year for this day."

Dongyang Ping nodded: "Don't rush, take good care of yourself. I still need to prepare some things."

Dong Yangping picked up the meat skewer and continued eating.

Under the moonlight, the three people cast long shadows.

Laughter from nearby came from Huihe and Kana.

The night breeze was cool, yet comfortable.