Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"So strong..." Itadori was stunned.

"Don't stand there." Maki instantly understood the situation. "Level 1 mage, come and cover Mai."

The rhythm of the battle changed instantly.

The students, who were originally fighting independently, quickly began to consolidate their battle lines around Mayi.

Aoi Toudou and Itajō were responsible for close-range defense, repelling the Night Bats that attempted to land. Megumi Fushiguro's Nue and Momo Nishimiya provided low-altitude support. Otsuko and Maki were responsible for eliminating any remaining Night Bats.

And Zhenyi, she fired continuously in the middle of the crowd like a cannon.

"Ten o'clock." December 1st's voice was calm and quick.

"Bang!"

Without considering the accuracy of the information, Zhenyi just kept firing.

"From directly above, we're being attacked from both sides."

Zhenyi leaned back to avoid an energy wave, and at the same time fired a shot in the backhand.

"boom!"

The bullets streaked through the air, hitting the two night bats above with pinpoint accuracy.

This is a tango just for the two of them. On December 1st, Zhenyi is directing Zhenyi to continuously harvest the night bats. Their cooperation has long surpassed the realm of tacit understanding; it is a resonance of souls.

On the top of the tower.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the railing, holding a can of cola, quietly watching the battle below.

His six eyes were working frantically.

In his vision, the battlefield below presented a bizarre scene. The students' magical energy flowed clearly, and the black shadows had nowhere to hide.

There was always a blank space around Zhenyi.

"This is really interesting." Gojo Satoru took a sip of cola, seemingly lost in thought.

"Mr. Gojo, aren't you going down to help?" Just as Gojo Satoru was pondering, Iji Tomo behind him spoke up timidly.

"No need, I trust my students." Gojo Satoru waved his hand. "Consider this a trial I'm giving them, and besides..."

He raised his head and looked up at the night sky higher above.

"The real protagonist is just about to appear."

As if to confirm his words, a sharp screech suddenly came from the depths of the dark night sky.

The sound was more piercing than any of the previous night bat calls, and it also carried a powerful sonic boom.

"Hmm!"

The people on the ground covered their ears in pain.

A massive black shadow swooped down from the clouds. It was three times the size of an ordinary night bat, with a wingspan of ten meters, and the bat mask on its face emitted an eerie glow in the moonlight.

It was Sato, the assistant director who wore a mask.

No, he should be called General Night Bat now.

"Die, you insects!"

General Nightbat opened its mouth, and a black shockwave, like a laser cannon, blasted towards the most densely populated area of ​​the crowd.

"Everyone, scatter!" Yigu shouted, summoning Rika to stand in front of him.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently, and dust billowed up.

General Night Bat did not linger; his target was clear—Fukuguro Megumi.

"I smell... the scent of my own kind..."

General Night Bat stared intently at Fu Hei Hui with his blood-red eyes, then vanished from the spot in a flash.

"So fast!" Fukuro Megumi's pupils contracted.

The next second, General Night Bat appeared in front of Fushiguro Megumi, its claws covered in sharp blades reaching for his neck.

"Fu Hei!" everyone exclaimed.

At this critical moment.

Fu Hei only felt a sudden gust of air pass by him.

It is the first day of the twelfth month.

December 1st stood in front of Fu Hei. Facing this large figure, he simply extended a single finger.

"Certainly."

A single, simple word.

The air seemed to freeze.

General Nightbat's claws stopped just one centimeter from Fuhei's throat, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't go any further.

A look of terror flashed in his eyes. Because he saw the semi-transparent man blocking Fushiguro Megumi's way.

"Who...who are you?!" General Nightbat roared hoarsely. "Why...is the mask afraid of you?!"

"Who I am is not important." December Nova coldly looked at the familiar mask. This time he saw it clearly. He had seen this thing in the world before he transmigrated. It was the mask of one of the nine generals of the Shadow Legion. Although it was somewhat different, it was as expected that this was also the cause and effect caused by him.

"The important thing is that you took what you shouldn't have taken."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he turned to Zhenyi and said, "Put on the mask. Between the eyebrows."

Without any hesitation, Zhenyi pressed the muzzle of her gun directly against General Night Bat's mask.

"No! Wait!" General Nightbat panicked and tried to struggle back.

"Bang!"

Gunshots.

But just as the bullet was about to shatter the mask, it suddenly burst out with a thick plume of black smoke, forcefully breaking free from the constraints of the new moon.

The bullet grazed the edge of the mask and broke off one of General Nightbat's horns.

"Ahhhhh!"

General Nightbat screamed in agony, clutching his face, as black blood seeped from between his fingers.

He glared venomously at Zhenyi and the empty space in front of her, knowing he wouldn't get anything out of her tonight.

"You...wait! I'll find the other masks, and then I'll kill you all!"

After saying that, he flapped his wings suddenly, and his whole body transformed into a black tornado, sweeping up the remaining dozens of night bats around him. He rushed into the night sky at an incredible speed and disappeared into the clouds in an instant.

"Trying to run?" Zhenyi raised her gun, ready to give chase.

"Stop chasing." December New Year pressed her hand down. "I can't catch up with her now. Besides..."

On the first day of December, he glanced at the exhausted students around him.

"Now is not the time to pursue."

With the leader's escape, the remaining minions, having lost their caster, were quickly wiped out by the group.

The playground returned to calm, leaving only a mess.

"Huff..." Itadori plopped down on the ground, panting heavily. "What on earth is this thing? It's even more difficult than a Special Grade Cursed Spirit."

"The power of this mask seems extraordinary." Gojo Satoru had teleported down at some point, still holding the can of cola in his hand. He didn't chase after them, perhaps because their escape method was somewhat unusual. "It seems that Ryouso is playing a very big game."

Through Zhenyi's explanation, everyone understood the connection between this matter and Lusuo.

He walked up to Zhenyi, his gaze passing through her and looking towards the first day of December.

"That big guy seemed quite afraid of your friend?" Gojo Satoru asked with a smile.

Zhenyi nodded and put the revolver back into its holster.

"He said those are masks from the Shadow Legion," May relayed Saku's words. "This is just one of them. There are nine in total. If we don't find and destroy them all, tonight's attack will only be the beginning."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned serious.

"Ninth..." Fushiguro Megumi muttered to herself, "So, there are eight more monsters like that?"

"Perhaps more." December 1st gazed at the night sky, his eyes deep.

"Tell them," December said to Zhenyi, "Next, we must try our best to find the remaining masks before Lusuo."

Zhenyi nodded toward the new moon, then looked around at everyone, cleared her throat, and her voice was particularly clear in the night wind.

"Everyone, break time is over."

She stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction where the escapee had disappeared.

"Next, we need to collect the masks before Lu Suo does!"