Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

On December 1st, holding a loaf of bread, waved at the aunt's retreating figure, then turned to look at Zhenyi with a bright smile.

"Boss lady, do I think I've gained the approval of the neighbors now?"

"Shut up and get back to work." Zhenyi shoved a wrapped bouquet of roses into his arms. "This was ordered by Mrs. Li from West Street. Hurry up and deliver it over there."

These days, filled with bickering and busyness, brought an unprecedented sense of tranquility to the first day of December.

He even started to think that if things could continue like this, being an ordinary florist wouldn't be so bad.

He deliberately suppressed those worries about demons and the end of the world deep in his heart.

Until one evening a week later.

The flower shop is about to close.

The postman stopped his bicycle in front of the shop and handed over a thick stack of letters.

"A registered letter from Miss Amako."

He received the letter on the first day of December and signed it.

He looked at the sender's address on the envelope and frowned slightly.

[Kyoto Prefectural Higher Specialized School of Jujutsu - Rakuganji Yoshinobu.]

"Whose letter?" Zhenyi came out of the storeroom, holding a spray bottle in her hand.

He handed her the letter on the first day of December.

It was sent from Kyoto.

Zhenyi glanced at the envelope, and her face instantly turned cold.

She placed the spray bottle on the table, tore open the envelope, and pulled out a thick stack of documents.

The letter wasn't long, but the more Zhenyi read it, the more her brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" December 1st walked over and stood behind her.

Zhenyi slammed the letter on the table and gave a cold laugh.

"They really are restless."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he picked up the letter and glanced at it.

The letter was written by Yoshinobu Rakuganji, the principal of the Kyoto school.

The gist is: Although the crisis of Lu Suo has been completely resolved, the concentration of cursed power in various parts of Japan has fluctuated abnormally due to the previous Shadow Gate incident.

Therefore, the Department of Curses issued a top-level summons.

All sorcerers who have reached Level 1 or above are required to return to the vocational college and be on standby, including those who are not on the official payroll or are on leave.

At the end of the letter, the names of Mayi and December were specifically mentioned.

Although Gojo Satoru purged a number of high-ranking officials, the deeply entrenched interest groups in the world of sorcery could not be completely changed just because a few people died.

Now that Tōsō is dead, Wōjō Sō has become the sole power. The remaining conservatives desperately need a force to check and balance Wōjō Sō.

The power that December 1st displayed in the Shadowlands, which even shocked Gojo Satoru, clearly caught their attention.

"Ignore them."

Zhenyi picked up the letter and threw it into the trash can next to her without hesitation.

"I'm no longer a member of the aristocratic family, nor am I assigned by the higher education institution. If they want to evaluate you, let them come to you themselves."

Seeing Zhenyi's protective attitude, Shier Yueshuo felt a warmth in his heart.

"Mai, what if they really send someone?"

"Then fight back." Zhenyi turned her head, her eyes sharp as knives. "Whether it's someone from a powerful family or someone from the management department, anyone who dares to damage our flower shop, I'll blow their head off with this gun."

"I feel relieved to hear the landlady say that."

On the first day of December, he stretched and walked to the shop entrance, preparing to pull down the roller shutter.

Just as he pulled the roller shutter halfway down.

His movements suddenly stopped.

A strange breeze blew into the flower shop through the crack in the door.

The wind wasn't cold; instead, it carried an extremely hot, volcanic ash-like smell.

On the first day of December, the pupil of his right eye suddenly contracted.

He felt the power of the runes within him resonate.

This is not a curse.

This is a power that is extremely familiar, a power that originates from the same source as talismans.

"Shuo? Why aren't you closing the shop?" Zhenyi asked from inside.

There was no reply on the first day of December.

He suddenly pushed open the roller shutter door, rushed into the street, and looked up at the southern sky.

The sun had completely set, and there was no moon or stars in the sky, only that huge, stagnant vortex.

At the southern horizon, a vast expanse of unusually red clouds was churning. It wasn't a sunset; it was a dark red that seemed to burn through the sky.

Moreover, the extraordinary perception of the new moon allowed him to vaguely detect an extremely low roar, as if it came from the depths of the earth.

This roar was inaudible to ordinary people, and even ordinary sorcerers could not sense it.

But on the first day of the twelfth month, it was heard clearly.

Because it was a kind of fluctuation that was of the same origin as the talisman power in his body, yet completely opposite!

"What was bound to happen has finally happened."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he looked at the sky with an extremely solemn expression.

"What happened?" Zhenyi also noticed that something was wrong on the first day of December, and she ran out with her gun.

"Mayi."

On the first day of December, he turned his head and looked at her.

"It seems our vacation is really coming to an early end."

"Did the higher-ups send someone?" Zhenyi gripped her gun tighter.

"No." December 1st shook his head and pointed south.

"It's much more troublesome than that."

"My karma must eventually come to an end."

……

Tokyo, the High School of Cursed Arts.

The conference room door was kicked open. Ichiji, covered in sweat, scrambled in.

"Mr. Gojo! Something's happened!"

Satoru Gojo had his feet propped up on his desk, flipping through a comic book. "Natural disasters are handled by the weather bureau, why are you calling me?"

"It's not a natural disaster!" Ijichi slammed his tablet on the table. "An unusual surge has appeared in the eastern coastal waters! The waves are over eighty meters high and are moving north against the wind! All six offshore sensors have burned out, and the last energy readings have crossed the extreme baseline!"

Otsuku Yuta immediately stood up and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Gojo Satoru put down his comic book and glanced at the red dot trail on the tablet.

"Heading north? Hokkaido is our destination?"

"Yes! We've lost contact with all the coast guard patrol vessels along the route. We haven't even found any wreckage." Ijichi's voice trembled.

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face vanished. He put his legs off the table and stood up.

"Yuta, notify Hei and Maki to immediately organize evacuations in coastal cities. Run as far as you can."

"Teacher, where are you going?" Yi Gu asked.

"I'll go see what that thing is." Gojo Satoru opened the door. "You've got some nerve playing in the water on my turf."

……

Over the Pacific Ocean. Torrential rain pours down.

A 2,000-ton coast guard vessel was rocking violently in the huge waves.

"Hard to starboard! Avoid that whirlpool!" the captain roared hoarsely in the cockpit.

That's too late.

The sea surface suddenly split open. Two high-pressure water jets, like giant blades, crisscrossed and sliced ​​through the ship's hull.

With a piercing sound of steel tearing apart, the coast guard vessel was cleanly sliced ​​into three pieces. There was no explosion; seawater rushed in instantly, dragging the entire ship into the abyss.

A figure slowly rose from the sea.

Basha stood atop a spinning waterspout. She had bluish-green scales, a humanoid torso, and several serpentine tentacles hanging from her head. Her deep blue vertical pupils glanced coldly at the sunken ship.