A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

When Tsukumo Yuki first tasted the flavors of love, she was unexpectedly captivated, showing signs of becoming addicted and unable to stop.

No matter how many tasks she had to handle during the day, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted, when night fell and the two of them were alone, she would always unconsciously indulge in that ultimate intimacy and passionate entanglement of body and soul.

Their feelings for each other deepened and grew stronger with each day of intimate contact and physical warmth.

As time went on, she even began to understand why so many people in the world were obsessed with abstract stories like "domineering CEOs".

Forced love mixed with indulgence and pampering does indeed possess a magical power that makes people's minds go numb and willingly succumb.

Of course, the most crucial prerequisite is that Theo is pleasing to the eye and very powerful, and has a simple lifestyle—he doesn't smoke, drink, gamble, or lie, which gives her a strong sense of security.

Otherwise, given her true nature, she would probably rather die than lose her reputation for "unyielding chastity," instead of being so easily swayed by appearances and surrendering almost without resistance after just one date at Disneyland.

However, even the sweetest honey will make you want to breathe some fresh air after a while.

So, on an ordinary afternoon, after finishing several urgent documents that needed to be signed, Yuki Tsukumo suddenly... skipped work and left.

The observation deck of Tokyo Skytree.

Alone, she casually leaned against the cold metal railing, gazing down at the city, which looked like a miniature model.

The wind blew through her hair, and the warm October sun embraced her figure, casting a gentle shadow.

She swayed slightly to the rhythm of the wind.

There were no words in the wind, only silence.

Perhaps this is the mental space she wanted to clear her mind.

However, beneath that seemingly empty exterior, can the mind truly remain completely still?

Perhaps not.

Even after the earth-shattering conference that shook the entire sorcery world half a month ago, the wheels of reform have already been turned on and are unstoppable.

However, when it comes to the meshing of each gear and the unblocking of each pipe, countless details still need to be clarified.

The grand vision of a program is separated from the minutiae of its implementation by a vast distance.

A new organizational structure, a redefinition of personnel responsibilities, and the allocation and integration of resources across different regions...

These massive and complex systemic projects cannot be straightened out or accomplished overnight with a single order or speech.

As one of the key promoters, she still receives letters from local grassroots practitioners from time to time.

Some were inquiries expressing confusion, some were feedback on the poor transition between the old and new systems, and some were simply "appeals" driven by personal emotions.

Each letter is not merely an official document, but a specific and subtle predicament, an unease that has not been fully quelled, and a human issue that needs to be repeatedly considered on the scales of ethics and efficiency.

For example, a level-two mage stationed at a location on Shikoku Island was found to have embezzled as much as 95 million yen in public funds.

However, the investigation revealed that, apart from that, he had been dedicated to his duties for many years and had a clean record of integrity, having protected his colleagues and civilians in several critical missions.

Ultimately, taking into account his past achievements and remorseful attitude, the case was characterized as "making a mistake that is unavoidable in human nature, but still redeemable," and he was only punished with a salary reduction and demotion, and the remaining embezzled funds were to be recovered, which was intended to serve as a warning rather than to destroy him.

In stark contrast, there is a highly skilled and valuable magic tool maker on Kyushu Island.

Despite the General Administration's complete overhaul and repeated prohibitions against old bad habits, he remained unchanged, secretly arresting non-magicians to use as materials for spell tools.

Although the magical artifacts he forged were highly effective and indeed beneficial to frontline combat forces, his blatant violation of the New Order's bottom line and his act of defying the law had an extremely negative impact. Ultimately, he was listed as a typical example and sentenced to death to uphold the law and serve as a warning to others.

These thoughts may not be consciously "thought" but they exist like background noise at some level of consciousness.

The silence and vastness at this moment are less an escape than a brief detachment, an attempt to re-examine those tangled and unsettling "threads" on the desk from a higher and more macro perspective.

The wind continues to blow, and the silence continues.

Through an unreasonable stroke of luck, Theo accurately located this place.

He quietly appeared at the entrance of the observation deck, his gaze instantly locking onto the familiar figure leaning against the railing. He tiptoed up behind her and reached out his hand.

"Honey, you can't do that," Yuki said clearly without turning around, "My ears are very sensitive."

"Sorry." Theo withdrew his hand without much embarrassment at being exposed.

"I'm not being temperamental."

Yuki then slowly turned her head, sunlight dancing on her eyelashes, and Dio's figure reflected in her slightly brown eyes.

"I'm just...immersing myself in the sounds of the world."

The sound of the wind, the background noise of the city, and the faint sounds coming from afar.

But the moment you appeared, you were in every aspect of my senses.

"So you noticed I was nearby all along." Theo walked to her side, leaning against the railing like she did, his body leaning slightly forward.

"Yeah, right." Yuki looked at him sideways. "But seeing your eagerness to sneak up on me and do something sneaky, I couldn't help but want to see what you were up to."

But my ears won't work... I... I don't want to lose my composure in front of you..."

"No, you look cute when you're shy... We can go somewhere else next time." Even so, he still reached out and pinched her earlobe.

"Hmm..." Yuki trembled slightly, but did not dodge. She just glared at him reproachfully. Her gaze was not powerful, but rather like a feather tickling her heart.

"You're such a smooth talker. Tell me honestly, how many girls have you said that to?"

"Only you," Theo replied without hesitation.

Yuki looked him over carefully for two seconds: "Huh—you didn't even flinch at lying, so it's actually the truth? Okay, I believe you..."

After a brief silence, Theo asked, "Why did you suddenly want to come here? And stand so high up?"

"The higher you stand, the more abstract the view becomes."

People will gradually become blurry, moving pixels.

Society will be reduced to cold numbers and charts.

Specific joys and sorrows will be diluted into 'realistic parameters' that can be easily adjusted.

This is...a very interesting perspective suggestion.

She paused, then continued:

"From this perspective, the line between sorcerers and non-sorcerers becomes blurred."

They are all merely "bargains" that can be calculated and manipulated to maintain the operation of this vast social system.

Individual suffering, human struggles, and value conflicts all seem insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Just like our ongoing efforts to publicly reveal curses and popularize education on curse power, this will inevitably lead to conflict, misunderstanding, and growing pains...

From this perspective, it's merely an unavoidable friction factor in the drastic redistribution of social resources, a necessary price that civilization must pay in order to break through existing bottlenecks and pursue so-called "progress" and "development."

"A little reluctant?" Theo asked softly, sensing a subtle undercurrent in her voice.

"A little... I guess."

Yuki did not deny it; she rarely showed a hint of melancholy that matched her age and experience.

"I'm no longer in my teens or twenties, full of enthusiasm and reckless."

Time does not treat everyone the same.

The longer we stay in this world, the more we see, and the more easily some things become worn down.

Drive, perhaps, is one of them.

Theo flicked his right hand, as if touching a tangible breeze:

"But... so-called 'destiny' is like a 'rolling stone'. It may bounce because of the ruggedness of the road, but in general, it will still fall in the predetermined direction, and its general trend is difficult to change."

Therefore, we need "conflict" to break the mold, we need "transcendence" to push the limits, and we need "innovation" to reshape the rules, paving a new path for the seemingly predetermined Rolling Stones!