Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

2018 10 Month 30 Day.

The air in the Tokyo Higher Medical Center was thick with the lingering smell of disinfectant. On December 1st, leaning against the headboard, she looked at the date on her phone.

Outside the window, the cold autumn wind rustled through the treetops. Although Ieiri Shoko's Reversal Technique had healed the penetrating wound on his forehead, the feeling of his mind being blown away still made his temples throb.

"Are you still thinking about that?"

A cool voice rang out, and Gojo Satoru was already sitting on the windowsill. He wasn't wearing an eye patch, and his six jewel-like eyes emitted a faint blue light in the dim room.

"I'm thinking about what we'll be doing at this time tomorrow." December didn't look up; his voice was hoarse and full of uncertainty.

While the power of talismans is immense, they still have many limitations. Now he must try to develop the ability to use multiple talismans simultaneously, but this is easier said than done.

"With the information you gave me, the sorcerers and assistant supervisors at all levels have already made their deployments." Gojo Satoru jumped down from the windowsill, casually pulled an eyepatch from his pocket and put it back on. "October 31st, what a fine day. They really went to great lengths to seal me away."

"Don't be careless. My appearance has prompted the Cursed Spirits to make new plans, and I'm not sure if my information is accurate." December Shuo suddenly looked up, her pink pupils flashing in the darkness.

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks, his back to the new moon. The atmosphere in the ward instantly plummeted to its lowest point, a sense of oppression emanating from the strongest man unintentionally.

"What will you do if I'm still sealed away?"

"I will try my best to minimize our casualties." December 1st rolled out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. The time when the Shibuya Incident will break out tomorrow is the Dog Talisman, which can guarantee everyone's safety during that period. As for the rest, we can only leave it to fate.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter—a laugh full of confidence.

"We will win."

......

Meanwhile, somewhere in Shibuya, in a cold, damp drainage pipe.

The dim light flickered, illuminating the twisted, grotesque chunks of flesh on the surrounding walls. A real person sat atop a pile of discarded buckets, fiddling with an extremely small cyborg between his fingers.

"Hey, is that brat really coming?" The real man tilted his head, his heterochromatic eyes filled with excitement. "That fragrant soul, he escaped from the basement last time, this time I'm going to crush it with my own hands."

Rōsō stood in the shadows, his hands tucked into the wide sleeves of his monk's robe, his gaze fixed intently on the map of the Shibuya area on the wall.

"He will come. Although we don't know where he got such a detailed plan from, we still have to proceed according to the plan." Lu Suo's voice was as calm as a still pond. "Judging from the battle at the Eighty-Eight Bridges, he should possess more than one ability. To acquire such an ability, there must be quite a few restrictive conditions."

"As long as the power of the incantation is sufficient, even iron will be turned to ash." Louhu sat on the pipe to the side, exhaling a puff of scorching smoke, his single eye slightly narrowed, radiating terrifying heat.

"Don't use your shallow magical thinking to measure the bondage." Lu Suo turned his head, his tone turning colder. "Based on his performance last night, he should be in a state of near immortality at some point in the night. The price should be the lack of offensive capabilities. Just ignore him at that time."

"Isn't that perfect?" The real man grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth. "If we can't kill him, then we'll trap him. Once we've sealed Gojo Satoru, I'll have plenty of time to study his intriguing soul."

"Don't let your guard down." Ryosaku turned his gaze back to the map, his fingertip lightly tapping the B5 level of Shibuya Station. "Our primary target remains Gojo Satoru."

"He's just a kid, how much trouble can he cause?"

From the depths of the shadows, a slightly aged yet chilling voice rang out. Several figures slowly emerged, with a simply dressed old woman at the forefront, accompanied by a burly young man with a blank expression beside her.

"A curse caster?" Louhu scoffed disdainfully. "What do you want with this human trash?"

"Don't underestimate them." Rōsō smiled slightly. "Besides Oogami, there's Arisaka Jirō and Shigemitsu Haruta. They're in charge of clearing out any lone high-level sorcerers inside the tent."

A short boy with a strangely shaped longsword hanging from his waist hung upside down from the ceiling; it was Shigemitsu Haruta. He licked his lips and grinned at the real person: "Hey, I heard that guy named December Shuo is really handsome. Can I peel off his face and keep it?"

"Go ahead." Rōsō glanced at him, then lightly tapped the B5 level of Shibuya Station with his fingertip. "The plan is to start earlier, this afternoon."

"Oh my, I can't wait!" The real man grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, and crushed the cyborg in his hand in an instant.

......

Kyoto, a secret workshop.

This was originally one of the backup basements that Kokichi used for relocation. But now, it has been transformed into an efficient command center and machine factory.

Countless mechanical creations are produced here, rows of mechanical pellets lined up side by side, like an army.

Standing in front of the huge monitor with Kokichi, he was wearing a well-fitting college uniform, his eyes full of determination.

"Everything is ready for you."

Miwa Kasumi pushed open the door and came in, carrying two cups of coffee. Looking at the boy in front of her, her eyes still held a hint of surprise.

"Thank you." As I took the coffee from Kokichi, a warm feeling welled up in my heart the moment our fingers lightly touched.

He suppressed the pounding in his heart, turned around, and looked at the screen. Thousands of red dots were densely packed on the screen; these were the miniature mosquito sensors he had pre-positioned in Shibuya using a magical technique.

"According to Gojo-sensei, this time the summoned spirits will be deployed in an unprecedented manner." Yukichi's voice was deep and powerful. "The information inside the tent may be blocked, but my mechanical puppets are all controlled by my spells and can communicate normally."

"And these puppets are just shells and weapons. I don't know why December won't let me control the core, but he must have his reasons. It's just that transporting them there will be a huge undertaking."

"I will try my best too." Miwa Kasumi gripped the katana tightly. Although she still felt weak, this time, there was no sign of backing down in her eyes.

Kokichi pressed the start button heavily, and one by one, unconscious puppets were transported out from below, heading towards Shibuya.

Will we win?