Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

The night market in Naha remains bustling until the early hours of the morning.

On December 1st, she carried several beautifully packaged paper bags containing handmade glass cups and seashell wind chimes that Zhenyi had spent half the night selecting.

Zhenyi walked beside him, holding a skewer of unfinished roasted dumplings.

The two walked along the coastline toward the hotel.

The waves kept lapping against the beach, making a soft, rustling sound, but enough to wash away the restlessness of the day.

"By the way, where did you throw away the old sign for that flower shop?"

Zhenyi finished the last bite of the dumpling and turned to ask.

"I didn't throw it away." December said, looking at the streetlights ahead. "It's stored at the very back of the warehouse."

"Why keep it? To keep it as an antique."

"After all, that was the first proof that I had a 'home' since I came into this world." December's tone was unusually serious. "Back then, no one else could see me. That broken wooden plank was a testament to how we got through those days together."

Zhenyi was stunned for a moment.

She stopped and looked at December 1st's profile.

Since this guy regained his physical form, although he usually acts like he's asking for a beating, he always reveals a deep and unspoken affection in certain unintentional moments.

"Fool."

Zhenyi muttered a curse under her breath, took two quick steps, and took the free hand of December 1st again.

"Since you feel like this is home, then when we get back, let's clean up the second floor too. Letting you sleep on the sofa all the time makes it seem like I'm being too harsh as the landlady."

The eyes of the new moon lit up.

"The second floor? You mean... I can move into a room now?"

A suspicious blush rose on Zhenyi's face under the streetlight. She looked straight ahead and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "It's just that you can sleep in the second bedroom! Don't get the wrong idea! The sofa is too uncomfortable, um, that's right."

"Understood, the boss is very considerate of her employees, I am very grateful." December 1st suppressed a laugh and squeezed Zhenyi's hand tighter.

Soon after, the two returned to their hotel room.

This is a sea-view room with a terrace. Open the floor-to-ceiling windows and you can see a sky full of stars and an endless, dark sea.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

When Zhenyi's voice came, December 1st went to the terrace, leaned against the railing, and enjoyed the sea breeze, ignoring her.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

In the palm of my hand lies the core of that shadow world, beating at an extremely slow but steady pace, like a heart.

"Isn't it a little too peaceful?"

He muttered to himself on the first day of the twelfth month.

Since emerging from the shadow world, he has been constantly on guard against the gaze of the world, and he is prepared to use the power of talismans to resist at any time.

But to his surprise—he was now in an exceptionally good state. There was no world's gaze, nor any backlash from the laws. It was as if he had been completely accepted by the world.

Or rather...

Is the cause and effect in this world actually in a state of balance at this moment?

Suddenly, the image of the seven demons that had been summoned when he first unleashed his full power during his battle with Su Nuo flashed through his mind. Since he had placed the restraints on them, they had vanished without a trace, leaving no trace whatsoever, and had almost been forgotten by everyone.

"The Seven Great Demons..."

On the first day of December, his eyes became deep.

If those things were to re-emerge in this world, could the current sorcery world possibly stop them?

Even Gojo Satoru, when facing those ancient demons that purely represent some kind of natural disaster law, how many could he handle? They were all comparable to Sukuna in his prime. Although his appearance prevented Gojo Satoru's death, only he knew that Gojo Satoru could not win.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhenyi's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She wore a large white bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel, and walked barefoot onto the terrace. The steam from her shower, mixed with the faint scent of her shower gel, wafted in the sea breeze.

On the first day of December, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhenyi.

"Thinking about what to eat for breakfast tomorrow."

"Foodie." Mai walked over to him, leaned against the railing like him, and looked up at the starry sky. "The stars in Okinawa are much brighter than those in Tokyo."

"Because there aren't as many neon lights here." December turned around, leaning against the railing. "In the past, or even further back in ancient times, the starry sky everywhere must have been this bright."

Zhenyi turned her head to look at him.

"Shuo, what was your world like before?"

December 1st was taken aback. This was the first time Zhenyi had taken the initiative to ask him about his life before he transmigrated.

"It was very ordinary," December recalled. "There were no spirits, no sorcerers. People were busy making a living every day, and their biggest worries were probably the reports due tomorrow or the rent for next month. The sky was also fragmented by skyscrapers."

"That sounds boring," Zhenyi commented.

"It's pretty boring. But it's also peaceful." December looked into Zhenyi's eyes. "At least there, you don't have to fight monsters."

Zhenyi remained silent for a while.

"But you're not there, are you?"

My heart skipped a beat on the first day of December.

Zhenyi turned her head and continued to look at the starry sky.

"I think things are pretty good now. Even though there's fighting and killing every day, and even though this world is a complete mess, since I've survived, I have to find something meaningful to do."

"for example?"

"For example, turning that flower shop into a nationwide chain." Mai turned and raised an eyebrow at him. "December employees, what do you think?"

"I think it has a very promising future, boss lady."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he nodded solemnly.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he reached out and pulled Zhenyi into his arms, shielding her from the sea breeze with his own body.

Zhenyi didn't struggle and obediently leaned on his shoulder.

"Go back now, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Um."

……

Noon the next day.

The two took the Shinkansen back to Furano, Hokkaido.

The "Temporarily Closed" sign on the flower shop door is still there.

On the first day of December, I took out my keys and opened the shop door. A whiff of plant scent mixed with a bit of stuffiness hit me.

"The ventilation system needs an upgrade."

As Zhenyi spoke, she walked to the window and opened all the windows.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, people roll up their sleeves and begin cleaning the old water that hasn't been changed for days and pruning the flowers.

Life seems to have returned to its uneventful routine.

Over the next few days, December Shuo strictly fulfilled his promise to "help as much as he could." From purchasing, moving, and pruning to cashiering, he took on almost 80% of the physical labor in the flower shop.

Meanwhile, Zhenyi sat behind the counter, drinking flower tea, and was in charge of directing and occasionally doing the accounting.

Occasionally, when regular customers come to buy flowers, they can't help but take a second look when they see that there is a handsome and efficient male clerk in the shop.

"Zhenyi, is this your boyfriend? He's really handsome," the auntie selling bread on the street corner asked with a smile.

Zhenyi paused in her hand as she wrapped the flowers, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"He's not my boyfriend... he's an employee at the store."

"Oh~ an employee." The aunt had an "I know" look on her face, and when she left, she even gave December 1st two freshly baked red bean buns.

"Young man, keep up the good work!"