Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

The wind blows across the playground.

Roll up a few withered leaves.

Hisahito Itadori blinked, scratching his head in confusion. "Uh... December... new moon? Who's that?"

"A name I've never heard of." Fushiguro Megumi stood up from the steps. Her dog sniffed the air but couldn't smell anything. "Is it a new friend you met in Hokkaido? But... where is she?"

"Tuna mayonnaise?" Dog-curled Thorn looked equally confused.

"He is your comrade-in-arms," ​​Zhenyi interrupted them, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I know you can't see him, and you can't hear him. Even your minds are refusing to accept his existence. But he is here. He has always been here."

She turned to look at the wisp of air, her eyes instantly softening.

"Shuo, say hello."

On December 1st, he stood still, looking at these familiar yet unfamiliar faces. There was worry in Itadori's eyes, sympathy in Otsuko's, and scrutiny in Maki's. This feeling was more unbearable than being surrounded by enemies. To be forgotten was a more complete erasure than death.

Hi everyone.

On the first day of December, he waved his hand, even though he knew no one could see him, he did it anyway.

"See, I told you it was useless," December said to Zhenyi with a wry smile.

Mai ignored December's吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to complain or criticize) and looked at Maki instead.

"You...don't remember him?" Mai's voice trembled slightly. "In Shibuya, he saved everyone! In the Death Journey, he defeated Sukuna! You...have you all forgotten?"

"Mai." Kamo Noriyuki sighed and stepped forward. "Although I don't know what you're talking about, we don't have any memory of this person. Sukuna died because... Although the casualties in Shibuya were heavy, we survived thanks to everyone's cooperation."

"No! That's not it!" Zhenyi cried out anxiously, "He's here! He's right here! I'm holding his arm!"

"Mai, you're tired." Maki reached out to pull Mai's hand. "Go and rest. Dr. Shoko is over there."

Just as Maki's hand was about to touch Mai.

"Sizzle—"

A piercing electrical crackling sound suddenly rang out.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Yukichi suddenly steered it forward a few meters, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the void beside Mayi.

"etc."

Kokichi's voice was hoarse, like the friction of metal, "There...is something there."

Everyone paused.

"With Yukichi? You've gone crazy too?" Nishimiya Momo asked in surprise.

"No." Kokichi raised his withered fingers, his fingertips trembling slightly. "I can feel a faint fluctuation in that spot."

December 1st looked at the disabled young man sitting in a wheelchair. At first, he thought that since he had treated Yukichi, he would be like Mai, but when he saw the restraints reappear on him, he realized that was impossible.

"Since you've already said that to Kokichi..." Yuta Otsukotsu placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression turning serious. "Mai, if the person you're talking about really exists, could you please ask him... to give a response?"

"A response?" Zhenyi bit her lip. "He's been talking, you just can't hear him."

"Then let's use the way we can 'see' it." Toudou Aoi grinned, revealing a wild smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhenyi turned to look at the first day of the twelfth month.

"Shuo".

"I understand, I understand." December 1st shook her head helplessly. "Then I'll give it a try."

He walked behind Zhenyi and placed his hands on her right arm.

"Mayi."

Zhenyi took a deep breath, her eyes sharpening. She didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Everyone felt the air around them suddenly become hot and dry.

Suddenly, without warning, a pillar of crimson fire erupted from Mayi's slender, fair hand.

"Boom!"

A deafening dragon's roar echoed through the sky.

The crimson flames instantly engulfed the stone monument in the center of the playground, which was used to test strength. Not only that, after it engulfed the monument, the fire did not subside, directly igniting the protective forest behind it and leaving a deep scorch mark on the ground.

The sweltering heat made everyone's hair fly wildly in the wind.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The audience was silent.

Maki stared wide-eyed at her younger sister, who should have no magical power, now holding a palm strike, with wisps of green smoke rising from her palm.

"What...what is this?" Miwa Kasumi stammered.

Zhenyi put down her burning hands and, feeling unsteady on her feet, fell backward.

But she didn't fall to the ground; instead, she fell into an unseen embrace.

She raised her head, gave the air a smug smile, and then looked at the stunned crowd.

"Now, do you believe me?"

"This power... if it were Mayi, she couldn't possibly do that," Maki murmured to herself. She knew her sister all too well.

"So, there really is a 'ghost' we can't see or remember, standing there?" Itadori swallowed hard and tentatively waved his hand at the air behind Mai. "Hey—is anyone there?"

On the first day of the twelfth month, seeing Huzhang's silly expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and tentatively flicked Huzhang's forehead.

"Smack."

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

Yuzhang cried out "Ouch!" and clutched his forehead, jumping back a step, his face filled with shock: "I got hit! I really got hit! That hurts!"

Whether it was due to the barrier or the combined interference of Yuuki and Mai, the blow actually hit Itadori squarely on the forehead, without resetting his perception.

Instantly, the scene became extremely chaotic, with a group of top-tier and first-tier mages surrounding a ball of thin air, as if performing some kind of strange ritual.

Just then, a powerful sense of oppression descended from the sky.

"What's all this commotion about?"

The crowd fell silent instantly and split into two groups.

Gojo Satoru strode over, hands in his pockets. He wasn't wearing his eye patch today, and his six pale blue eyes gleamed in the sunlight.

He scanned the crowd, finally fixing his gaze on Zhenyi.

"Gojo-sensei!" Itadori shouted excitedly, "Mai-senpai brought back an incredibly powerful ghost! Even though we can't see him, he's really here!"

Gojo Satoru ignored Itadori and walked straight to Mai, bending down with his eyes, which seemed to encompass everything, fixed intently on the location of the new December 1st.

On the first day of December, I subconsciously straightened my back.

a long time.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed.

"I see."

He straightened up and snapped his fingers.

"Teacher, did you see it?" Maki asked.

"I can't see it." Gojo Satoru readily admitted, "The information the Six Eyes gave me is 'nothingness.' But if there is a complete void in this world, then it proves that there must be a problem here."

He pointed to the spot behind Zhenyi.

"It's like a painting where someone has forcibly ripped a piece out. Although you can't see what was ripped out, the hole is real."

As Gojo Satoru spoke, he suddenly reached out and made a high-five gesture towards the "blank" space.

"Although I don't remember who you are or what you've done, but..." Gojo Satoru's eyes sharpened, "since you can make Mai trust you so much."

"Welcome to the Higher Vocational College."