Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Zen-in family, Okunoin.

The air here was even colder than the ruins of Shibuya. This coldness didn't come from the temperature, but from the deathly aura accumulated over centuries of decaying rules. The Zen monastery's chief lay on the heavy tatami mats, half his body covered in charred bandages.

After his battle with Togan and the siege by the cyborgs in Shibuya, the life force within this "fastest mage besides Gojo Satoru" had become as faint as a flickering candle in a storm. His breathing was heavy and erratic, each pulse pulling at his shattered organs.

"Brother, you look absolutely undignified right now."

Zenin Sen stood in the shadows, his hand resting on the unsheathed longsword. Beside him, Zenin Naoki and Zenin Shinichiro stared expressionlessly at their former patriarch.

"The spell... can it no longer be maintained?" Zhi Di spoke slowly, his tone devoid of any sympathy, only a cold indifference that assessed the value of its prey. "Projection spells, which rely on the intensity of the senses, become useless once the body collapses."

"Cough...cough cough..."

The Zhibi man spat out a mouthful of pus and blood. His eyes were fixed on his brothers before him. He knew their thoughts better than anyone. In this family, the weak were sinful, while the dying strong were the best nourishment.

"Has the doctor...not arrived yet?"

"I asked in a hoarse voice," the Zhibi man asked.

"The doctor was attacked by a 'cursed spirit' on the way and unfortunately died in the line of duty."

Zenin Gen casually fabricated a clumsy lie. He stepped forward and lightly nudged Naohito's right arm with his toe. "Dying on the battlefield of Shibuya is your final glory. So, please close your eyes quietly here."

In the porch, Zenji Naoya stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a vermilion pillar. He coldly observed his elders' utterly shameless murder. In his eyes, his father had indeed grown old, so old that he would risk his life for those burdensome "students."

"That's so boring."

Naoya spat under his breath. He didn't intend to stop it; he just wanted to take over this behemoth as quickly as possible. Zenin Sen slowly drew his longsword, the tip scraping across the tatami mat with a piercing sound. The magical energy twisted in the air, and then the sword precisely pierced the already riddled chest of the Naohito. The once-powerful figure who dominated the world of magic had died in his own sandalwood-scented chamber. Died from his own bloodline.

"Announce the death." Naoki looked at Naoya. "And read the will while you're at it. Anyway, the outcome is already in our hands." The reading of the will took place in the main hall. The entire room was filled with members of "Bing" and "Kujuru Squad" kneeling on both sides. The air was so quiet that you could hear the sound of sweat dripping down.

"The twenty-sixth head of the Zen-in family was Zen-in Naoya."

As Naoya read this, a predictable arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

"However, if Gojo Satoru dies or loses his capacity for action, causing his contract to become invalid..." Naogi's voice suddenly trembled, and his pupils contracted, "then Fushiguro Megumi will be appointed as the new head of the Zenin family, and all his property will be inherited by him."

"Snap!"

The floor tiles beneath Naoya's feet shattered instantly. His smile froze on his face, replaced by an extremely twisted rage.

"What a joke...that brat?" Naoya's voice was filled with anger. "That senile old man, did he have to disgust me even on his deathbed?"

"Therefore, we must deal with all the hidden dangers before Fushiguro Megumi officially takes over, or deal with them directly..." Zenin Sen closed the will, his eyes sinister.

In front of the gate of the Zen temple's family storehouse.

Zenin Maki leaned on her large sword, her face pale. Her abdomen was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, medals from the Shibuya Incident. Beside her, Mayi stood with one hand in her pocket, her revolver twirling somewhat sluggishly between her fingers.

"Do we really have to come back for this piece of junk?" Zhenyi looked at the heavy stone door, her tone full of disdain. "I feel like my lungs are growing hair if I stay here for even a second longer."

"Without the magical artifacts, we don't even qualify to participate in the Death Migration."

Maki glanced at Mai.

In Shibuya, as they fought their way out of the encirclement back to back, Maki sensed that Mai had changed. The younger sister who always mocked her behind her back had shielded her from numerous sneak attacks during that ordeal.

"Mai, once we get what we need, we'll leave. We'll leave this place and never come back." Maki's voice was low and somber.

"...Okay, I understand. Stop nagging."

Zhenyi turned her head away, but her ears turned slightly red.

They pushed open the heavy stone door of the forbidden storehouse. The shelves, which should have been filled with top-grade and first-grade magical artifacts, were now empty. An extremely hot and violent aura rose from the darkness. Zen-in Gen was kneeling in the center of the open space, with the gleaming red blade lying across his knees.

You've finally arrived. My "stains."

Zen-in-sen opened his eyes, his pupils burning with an abnormal flame.

"Father?"

Maki gripped the knife tightly in her hand.

"Don't call me father." Zenin Sen stood up, his magical power erupting instantly. "I could have been the head of the family! I could have stood at that peak! It's because I gave birth to you two defective offspring that I've been mocked by that Zhibi guy for decades!"

"Is this your reason for killing people?" Zhenyi sneered and pulled the trigger. "How pathetic."

"Bang! Bang!"

Two spell-powered projectiles whistled out.

"The feelings of falling flowers".

Zenin Fan didn't even move. His sword tip drew a perfect arc, flames forming an invisible shield in the air, instantly melting and deflecting the bullets. His figure moved like lightning, instantly cutting into Maki's close range. The speed was too fast. Even Maki, who had experienced countless battles in Shibuya, still felt an absolute gap in power when facing this crazed Level 1 mage.

"boom!"

Flames exploded inside the storage room. Maki's greatsword was instantly severed, and she was thrown back by the force, crashing heavily into the hard wall.

"Maki!"

Mayi screamed for help, but was slashed on the shoulder by a sword strike from Zenin Han's backhand.

"This is your limit. As flawed creations of the Zen family, disappear into the crimson lotus."

Zenin Sen's eyes held no trace of blood ties, only a fanatical fervor akin to liberation. Under the absolute pressure of power, Maki and Mai were forced into the deepest dungeon of the Forbidden City.

Inside the dungeon, the air was thick with the stench of blood. Maki knelt on the ground, coughing up blood. She could feel her body crumbling. Without cursed tools or magical power, she could do nothing on this cursed land but wait to die.

"Mai... I'm sorry..."

Maki's voice was intermittent.

"...Shut up. It's not over yet."

Zhen leaned against the corner of the wall, her face as pale as paper.

She glanced at the Zen temple fan approaching step by step, then at the revolver in her hand. She knew the secret. The secret about the twins. In the laws of the jutsu world, twins are considered one entity. Her own laziness was the reason her sister couldn't take another step forward. As long as she lived, Maki would never grow.

"Maki, do you remember what I said?" Mai suddenly smiled, a smile that was both poignant and resolute.