Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

2018年11月1日，早晨6:00。

The sunlight in Shibuya was like a white cloth covering the ravaged land.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A portable megaphone scattered among the rubble suddenly emitted a sharp whistling sound. It was a notification issued by the higher-ups of the sorcery through a monitoring line to the entire ruins.

The voice was cold, aged, and carried an arrogance, piercing through the morning mist:

"Announcement to all sorcerers and related personnel: Final ruling regarding the Shibuya Incident:"

Gojo Satoru was deemed a co-conspirator in the incident and permanently expelled from the world of jutsu. Any act of breaking his seal will be considered complicity in the crime.

Xia Youjie was confirmed as a survivor and sentenced to death again.

Masamichi Yagami, the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High School, was sentenced to death for instigating Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suke to cause an incident.

The suspended death sentence of Yujin, the consummator of the Sukuna ritual, is hereby revoked; execution shall proceed immediately. The Executioner is appointed by the Grand Master Yuta Etokotsu.

A first-year student, born on December 1st, was identified as an accomplice in the Shibuya Incident for providing false information. He was placed on an arrest list, with no regard for his life or death.

"Ha ha."

On December 1st, leaning against a broken subway handrail, a bellows-like laugh escaped his throat. He wiped the dried blood from his chin, his pupils gleaming with mockery.

"These old guys are as stable as ever."

He glanced down at his wrist; the mechanical watch that had always been with him had long since shattered into pieces under the backlash of the domain. But that didn't matter; he could feel the frenzied rhythm within his body—the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

Because of the collapse of the "Twelve Heavenly Stems" domain, the logic of the talisman has been completely reversed. The time period that originally belonged to the Rabbit now carries the power of the Rooster.

Suddenly, he sensed an immense, suffocating aura rapidly approaching.

The bone of the second limb is too sour.

"Has it finally arrived, God of Pure Love?" December 1st muttered to himself, his psychic power forming a distorted barrier around him, isolating him from the filth of the outside world.

In his vision, Yuuta's katana was gleaming with a chilling light that instilled despair. Itadori frantically fled through the ruins, but his struggles seemed utterly futile before the Special Enforcer.

"Shuo, aren't you going to save him?"

Kokichi's voice came through the communicator, but due to the distance, the radio waves were mixed with loud noise.

"I'm not going."

He responded coldly on the first day of the twelfth month, his gaze almost cold and indifferent.

"Why? He saved you."

"It's okay, you have to trust him."

He knew what Yi Gu was thinking; the current pursuit was just a show for those old bastards in the higher-ups. He would kill Itajō, but Itajō would be revived by the Reversal Spell the instant he was killed.

December 1st clearly understood the direction of the original work. Eku Uta took on the task of being the executioner, with the sole purpose of completing the logical loop of the death penalty rules through "physical execution," thereby protecting the cane in front of the old fogies.

"Excessive interference will only make it impossible for Yi Gu to continue his act." December 1st closed his eyes.

"Oh dear, this is so embarrassing."

A flippant, arrogant, and penetrating voice suddenly appeared behind December 1st's ears.

too fast.

Without any hesitation, on the first day of the twelfth month, his mental power instantly exploded at full power to the rear.

"Bang--!"

The concrete rooftop of the office building shattered instantly. Using the reaction force, December 1st slid dozens of meters to the side, regaining his balance in mid-air, and saw a young man with blond highlights and a languid expression.

Zen-in family, the leader of "Bing", Zen-in Naoya.

"This is the 'variable' that makes the old men so uneasy?" Naoya tilted his head, his hands in his pockets, his eyes full of undisguised contempt. "It's really ugly."

"Zen-in Naoya." The voice of the new moon landed on the steel beam on the other side, hoarse. "Why are you coming to me, the 'accomplice,' instead of going to steal credit from Yi-gu? Besides, you are the one who is really ugly."

"Yigu? I have no interest in that guy who's always crying his eyes out." Naoya's figure swayed slightly in place, a residual phantom from the projection spell at an extremely high frequency. "My target is that brat Megumi. But since I'm passing by, I might as well kill you while I'm at it; it'll be a decent achievement to take back with me."

"The logic of 24 frames..." December 1st squinted.

"Oh? You actually know my technique?" Naoya revealed a cruel smile. "Then you should understand even more that, in my vision, your movements are as slow as a tortoise."

The battle erupted instantly.

Naoya disappeared.

A deafening sonic boom echoed through the air. December felt as if the space around him had been sliced ​​into twenty-four pieces in that instant. Naoya's fists leaped between the slices, each strike precisely avoiding December's blind spots.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

December's shoulder, ribs, and cheek were instantly struck with tremendous force. Blood splattered in the air, and without the instant healing effect of the [horse], the wounds looked gruesome in the cold wind.

"What's wrong? Are you just going to get hit like a punching bag?" Naoya's voice rang out from all directions.

"Don't let him get into your rhythm."

On the first day of December, he endured the excruciating pain in his brain.

"Simple Domain - Ripples!"

An extremely weak yet high-frequency oscillating wave of curse energy exploded outwards from the center of the first day of December.

Naoya's originally perfect 24-frame trajectory was momentarily jerked when it collided with this unpredictable ripple.

"What?" Naoya's figure was forced to appear in the air.

"Got you?"

The pink pupils in December's eyes suddenly contracted.

The hundreds of steel remnants remaining in the surrounding ruins, drawn by telekinesis, formed a black iron curtain, blocking all of Naoya's escape routes from all directions.

"How are you going to run in this confined space!"

"Tsk, what a hassle." Naoya snorted coldly, his body twisting and turning as he forced his way through the gaps in the steel bars. "Only a lowlife like you would resort to such cheap tricks."

Just as they were preparing to exhaust their mental energy for a large-scale explosion on the first day of December, their eyes simultaneously turned to the deep pit not far away.

There, the longsword in Otsuko Yuta's hand had already pierced Itadori Yuuhito's heart.

The aura of the Japanese scepter plummeted to freezing point in an instant, and then vanished.

"Tch, that guy Otsukoshi, he finished so quickly." Naoya stopped his attack and dusted off his clothes with some boredom.

He glanced around, a hint of anxiety creeping into his previously cold eyes. His primary purpose in coming to Shibuya was to take advantage of the chaos to eliminate Fushiguro Megumi, who could threaten his succession as head of the Zenin family.

But in his senses, there was no trace of Fukuro Megumi here.

Naoya curled his lip, not even glancing at the first day of the twelfth month.

"Since Hui isn't here, wasting time with someone as worthless as you is really lowering my standards."

In his eyes, Itadori was dead. Without Fushiguro Megumi, remaining in this stinking ruin would be torture for a sophisticated egoist like him.

"Hey, you accomplice brat." Naoya turned around, his figure blurring into a blur once more. "Please, next time we meet, you'll still be struggling like this. Next time, I'll cut you into pieces and throw you down the drain."

"call--!"

The sonic boom faded into the distance.

Naoya retreated.

On the horizon, the sunlight finally tore through the clouds completely.