Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

The Zen monastery is located deep within a forbidden storehouse.

The air here was so foul it was suffocating. On the stone platform, Zenji Shin's body lay quietly, her face pale, her lips, which always held a mocking smile, now tightly closed.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he knelt beside the stone platform, his hands resting on his knees, sweat dripping from his chin onto the cold floor tiles. He could feel his sea of ​​consciousness trembling violently; these were cracks left after forcibly activating his domain earlier, wounds that even the Horse Talisman could not repair. Each time he used the talisman, those cracks churned within his sea of ​​consciousness like red-hot iron rods.

"One more time."

He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse.

December 1st slowly stood up, her gaze falling on the long, black sword lying to the side. It was an inanimate object created by Zhenyi with her life, containing the last wisp of her soul. In the common knowledge of the world of sorcery, such a product of a "life for life" technique was an irreversible end.

"Domain Expansion—"

On the first day of the twelfth month, his hands were not clasped together, but rather loosely clasped in a claw-like shape. His eyes were instantly filled with a dense light, which even shone through the corners of his eyes, drawing two long arcs of light in the darkness.

"Twelve Heavenly Stems - Eternal Coordinates"

hum!

At that moment, the space inside the forbidden storehouse visibly collapsed.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he felt himself becoming the master of twelve powers again, but this time he only mastered three spells, a situation his body could still withstand.

"The majestic tiger helps me distinguish between good and evil."

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the talisman engraved with a vibrant tiger pattern burst forth with blinding black and white light. December 1st reached out and grasped the hilt of the jet-black longsword. Ultimately, the power of the spell was energy transformed from negative emotions; a chilling force surged up his arm and into his mind. It was the pent-up hatred that Zhenyi harbored for the Zen-in family before her death.

"Give me some!"

With a furious roar, the power of the Tiger Talisman instantly erupted. This absolute rule, capable of balancing everything, transformed into a scalpel. He forcibly separated the pure soul essence within the longsword from its materialized magical form.

The deathly aura swirling around the sword dissipated with a mournful cry, and a pale green, almost transparent glimmer of light was forcibly peeled from the metal. That was Zhenyi, the soul that had never been treated gently by this world.

"The mysterious sheep makes your soul eternal."

Immediately afterwards, a pale purple light enveloped the faint glow. The power of the Sheep Talisman took over the fragile soul, acting like a warm container, isolating it from all external physical and magical interference, guiding it slowly towards Zhenyi's already cooled body.

"Go in."

December 1st stared at Zhenyi's brow.

The moment her soul returned to her body, the delicate figure on the stone platform convulsed violently. This was the body's instinctive reaction to reject the soul.

"Finally... a noble horse will keep you away from pain."

Blood tears streamed from December's eyes; his brain was overheating from the precise manipulation. But he didn't stop. Milky white life energy, like a burst dam, poured wildly into every pore of Zhenyi's body through his palms.

The shattered internal organs were healing, the stopped heart was forcibly pumped with life, and the brain cells that had been necrotic were revitalized under the power of the incantation.

Boom!

A muffled heartbeat echoed in the silent Jiku.

Click.

The domain collapsed instantly. December 1st collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, her vision blurring.

"...It's a success." He looked at the faint but steady rise and fall of Zhenyi's chest, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door. Zenin Maki walked in, the murderous aura still lingering on her, her tattered school uniform stained with the blood of the Zenin family.

Her gaze lingered on the stone platform for half a second before she suddenly rushed over.

"Mai?"

Maki trembled as she reached out to touch her sister's carotid artery. There, a warm and rhythmic pulse was clearly transmitted to her fingertips.

"She's alive." December leaned against a stone pillar, wiping away blood from her nose. "Now, she no longer has the blood ties of a sorcerer."

Maki was stunned.

She did indeed discover that the faint connection that had always tugged at her nerves, the connection that belonged to Mayi, had been completely severed.

"She's just an ordinary person now," December continued. "Her memories are still there, but her magical powers have disappeared. From now on, she will no longer bear the surname Zen-in. How about... we call her Tenshou Mayi? Tenshou sounds more free."

As Maki watched Mai gradually open her eyes, tears finally streamed down her face, flowing down her face along the scars.

"Maki... Sister?" Mai's voice was soft, carrying a bewildered quality, as if waking from a deep dream. "Ten... Tensho?"

"Yes. We are no longer a Zen temple."

Maki hugged her sister tightly, her voice choked with emotion.

......

three days later.

The ruins of the Zen family's residence still emit wisps of smoke. The great fire of that night burned this centuries-old family of sorcerers to the ground.

In a safe house in the suburbs, Zhenyi sat in the sunlight, looking curiously at her hands, which had become extremely red. Now, she could not feel the slightest flow of magical power; the sense of mission that had once suffocated her had vanished without a trace.

"This body feels so light, it's almost unsettling." She looked at December and Maki as they entered the room.

"That's how ordinary people live." December 1st, with bandages wrapped around her head, still spoke in her usual nonchalant tone. "You shouldn't participate in what's coming next. This kind of monster-fighting game isn't suitable for ordinary girls."

"I understand." Zhenyi smiled, a genuine smile devoid of any gloom. "Don't die in there."

"Let's go." Maki glanced at May, her eyes full of tenderness. "We need to go meet up."

......

Two hours later, the Death Extinction Journey reached the edge of Tokyo's First Barrier.

Twisted ripples permeated the air here, a powerful barrier eroding the real world.

Yujin Hojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Zhang Xiang, and Yuta Ekiku, who had just returned from the Tengen-kiku, had been waiting here for a long time.

"Saku! Maki-senpai!" Itadori waved excitedly, but his voice involuntarily lowered when he saw the indelible bloodstains on Maki's body.

"We've obtained the intelligence." Fushiguro Megumi's expression was grave as he unfolded a simple hand-drawn map. "According to Lord Tengen, the core of Tōsō's plan lies in 'evolution.' The Death Migration is a massive filtration pool designed to select bodies capable of withstanding that 'evolution.' The 'angel' we're looking for is inside the barrier."

"Angels possess spells that can nullify all spells, including the ability to open the gates of hell."

Yuta Ekiku added that his gaze remained calm, yet it exuded a pressure that made people afraid to look directly at him. "But the situation inside the barrier is extremely chaotic. In addition to modern sorcerers, a large number of ancient flesh-bound sorcerers have awakened."

"Let's divide the work."

Looking at the dark red barrier wall in front of him, December 1st gently rubbed his fingertips against the newly replaced tactical electronic watch on his wrist. "Time waits for no one."

"I plan to go to the Sendai Barrier." Yuta Otsukoshi looked north. "The magical energy fluctuations are strongest there. It seems there are several formidable ancient sorcerers fighting. If we let it go unchecked, it will be detrimental to our control of the overall situation."

"I'll go with you," December said calmly. "Sendai has open terrain, suitable for large-scale maneuvering. My talismans will be most effective in that environment."

"Itadori and Fushiguro, you two go find 'Angel'." Maki gripped her black longsword tightly. "I'll take care of cleaning up any scum trying to interfere with us."

The group exchanged glances, their eyes filled with determination.

"Let's go."

December 1st looked at Etogu Yuta, "Let's go, God of Pure Love. Let's go see those ancient relics from hundreds of years ago."

Yuta Otsuku nodded slightly, and behind him, Rika let out a low growl that seemed to come out faintly.

Two figures transformed into streaks of light and disappeared at the edge of the wilderness leading to Sendai.