Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

The lingering sound of the wind chimes echoed for a long time in the warm flower shop.

Standing still on December 1st, her eyes, which were always slightly tired from thinking too much, were wide open at this moment, like a child who had done something wrong and had been caught red-handed by their parents.

Zhenyi stood opposite him, less than two meters away. The tears in the corners of her eyes hadn't dried yet, and her nose was red, but the spirit in her eyes was more vivid than at any time in her memory of December 1st.

"How much longer are you going to stand there like an idiot?"

Mayi sniffed, her voice thick with nasal tone, yet she instinctively tried to maintain her indifferent demeanor.

"Or is it that your legs aren't working properly?"

When he came to his senses on the first day of December, he subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but his hand froze in mid-air as soon as he raised it.

"Um... Senior Mai, although I know this is hard to explain, my situation is a bit special right now." December pointed to herself, "Theoretically speaking, you shouldn't be able to see me or hear me, let alone like you just now..."

"What do you mean?" Mayu raised an eyebrow.

"Like that... staring straight at me." December 1st gave a wry smile. "I've already bound myself to the world."

Zhenyi didn't say anything. She simply strode forward and extended her hand.

next second.

Zhenyi's fingers accurately grabbed his cheek.

The tactile sensation is also very real.

hurts a little.

"Does it hurt?" Zhenyi asked.

"Ouch..." December 1st grimaced, "And senior, your strength seems to have increased."

"Then it wasn't an illusion." Zhenyi released her grip, looking at the gradually reddening mark on December 1st's cheek, and finally couldn't help but smile. "It seems that even ghosts can be encountered by me."

"This is neither scientific nor magical." December 1st rubbed his face, but his heart was in turmoil.

For the past few months, he has been wandering throughout Japan, and neither ordinary people nor sorcerers, nor even the most perceptive animals, have noticed him. His body, to this world, is nonexistent.

But why was Zhenyi able to meet him?

"It's probably because..." Mayi seemed to see his confusion. She looked down at her palm, "You gave me this life, didn't you?"

December 1st was taken aback.

Indeed. In the Zen family's forbidden storehouse, he used the power of the twelve talismans to reshape Shin'i's body and soul. In a sense, the current Shin'i possesses the power of the rules belonging to the "New Moon of the Twelve Months".

She has now become his only anchor in this world.

"Don't think about those complicated reasons." Zhenyi turned around and walked to the store entrance, flipped the "Open" sign to the "Closed" side, and then neatly locked the door.

"Now that you're here, don't think you can just slip away so easily."

Zhenyi turned around and gestured with her chin toward the first day of December.

"Come on up, I'm hungry."

……

The second floor of Tianxiang Flower Shop is Zhenyi's living area.

The decor here is simple yet cozy. There are natural wood floors, off-white sofas, and several potted succulents on the windowsill. A faint lavender scent permeates the air, mingling with the aroma of the flower shop downstairs, unconsciously relaxing any tension in your body.

On the first day of December, he stood somewhat awkwardly in the center of the living room.

The scene here was full of life, and for him, who had spent more than half a year struggling through ruins and killings, it felt unreal, as if he had been transported to another world.

"Please sit wherever you like."

Zhenyi took off her apron, casually hung it on the back of the chair, and then walked into the open kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"We only have sukiyaki ingredients left. Can you eat that? I mean... do you need to eat?"

"Theoretically, it's not necessary." December walked to the sofa and tentatively sat down. The sofa cushion sank in, not forcibly corrected by the world, and this feeling of being supported made him breathe a sigh of relief. "But I still want to try it. I haven't had anything hot in a long time."

Although he didn't need to eat or drink during these past few months, he would still occasionally grab some street food, just to taste it each time.

"Then we'll wait."

Zhenyi rolled up her sleeves and began washing vegetables and cutting meat.

On December 1st, I sat on the sofa, watching Zhenyi's busy figure in the kitchen.

The sounds of running water, the clatter of a knife on a cutting board, and the hum of an induction cooker starting up—these noises, usually the most insignificant, sound like the most beautiful music in the world on the first day of December.

He suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

"Senior."

"What are you doing?" Zhenyi asked without turning her head as she chopped the green onions.

"Do you need any help?"

"Can you?"

"Uh... I can cook instant noodles."

"Then sit still and don't cause me any trouble." Zhenyi's voice carried a hint of disdain, but it sounded surprisingly pleasant. "If you're really bored, you can tidy up the table for me."

"Yes, ma'am."

On the first day of December, he stood up and walked to the dining table. On the table were several books on flower arranging and a few unwashed coffee cups.

He reached out and carefully picked up the cup.

"Can you watch me pick up the cup?" December asked cautiously.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can! Hurry up and get ready, serve the food right away."

The world did not forcibly correct the interference he caused in May's eyes. In other words, as long as he was in this room, or within May's line of sight, his "presence" seemed to be granted a kind of temporary permission.

"It seems my interference with the world won't be forcibly corrected in Zhenyi's eyes," December said thoughtfully. "Is this Schrödinger's ghost?"

Soon, the steaming hot sukiyaki was served.

Beef, tofu, konjac noodles, scallions, and carrots cut into flower shapes simmered and bubbled in a soy sauce-colored broth. White steam rose up, instantly blurring the glass of the window.

"I'm starting to eat."

The two sat facing each other, their hands clasped together.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, I picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in raw egg liquid, and put it in my mouth.

In that instant, the scalding heat and rich meaty aroma exploded in my mouth.

"tasty……"

"On the first day of December," he said indistinctly, his voice choked with emotion.

This isn't just a taste; it's the feeling of "being alive."

Zhenyi's gaze softened as she watched him wolf down his food. She didn't touch her chopsticks, but simply rested her chin on her hand and quietly watched him eat.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Zhenyi pulled out a tissue from the side and handed it to him, "How have you been coping these past few months?"

On the first day of the twelfth month, he swallowed the food in his mouth and slowed down his movements.

"It's fine as it is," he shrugged, trying to sound relaxed. "Just wandering around, looking at the scenery, and cleaning up any filth I don't like. Even though nobody can see me, it's pretty free."

"Freedom?" Zhenyi scoffed. "I think it's loneliness."

"Pretty much." December 1st smiled. "But it's fine too."

"When Maki called, I asked about you, but they knew nothing about you, saying they didn't even know you existed." Mai lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her face. "I thought... you had completely disappeared."

"It's just a small constraint imposed on me by the world." December paused, her tone softening. "Isn't it because you still remember me?"

Zhenyi raised her head and looked into December 1st's clear eyes.

"Thank you, December."

"I also want to thank you, Senior Zhenyi." December Shuo pointed to the sukiyaki on the table. "If it weren't for this meal, I would have almost forgotten that I am a human being."

Mayu burst out laughing.

"You were never really human to begin with, you weren't before, and you're even less so now."

The atmosphere finally relaxed. The two ate a steaming hot pot while chatting about the trivial things that had happened over the past few months.

Mai recounts her amusing experiences running a shop in Hokkaido, talking about customers who don't understand flowers, and how the bakery next door always delivers unsold croissants. December 1st recounts his experiences as a ghost, including the comedians he saw in Osaka and the sunrise he witnessed at the beach.

Outside the window, it started snowing without me noticing.

Fine snowflakes fell on the windowpane, and the light inside the room was warm and yellow.

At this moment, there were no cursed spirits, no exorcising spells, no heavy fates. Only two young people were enjoying this hard-won tranquility.