Just before the domain was dispelled, Lu Ping's vision was also enhanced by the Cursed Energy and the domain's boost.
He saw the scene on the other side of the door as it opened and closed.
It is the vast, blue sea.
Based on the orientation of this gate, the coordinates indicate that the other exit leads to Tokyo Bay.
The door closed.
The Special Grade Cursed Tool, [Ford-Guardian Spear], along with the secret behind it, slowly sank into the deep sea.
Lu Ping leaned against the peeling wall, feeling the Three Corpses within his body gradually subside.
Before he could investigate further, the barrier surrounding the theater crumbled like shards of glass, and the clamor of Akihabara once again flooded into the dilapidated neighborhood.
Sunlight pierced through the smoke and dust, illuminating the wreckage scattered across the ground.
Kamo Chitsubaki withdrew from her fighting stance, slightly panting as she turned to look at Lu Ping.
Ieiri Shoko quickly stepped forward, her fingertips glowing with a soft white light from Reverse Cursed Technique.
"This is reckless, Lu Ping."
Shoko placed her palm on his back, skillfully examining his overexerted physical condition.
Warm Cursed Energy flowed down his spine, repairing the tiny wounds torn by the overload.
Only after confirming that there was no danger to life did the Jujutsu High's dedicated school doctor withdraw his hand.
She took out an unlit cigarette, put it in her mouth, and her brows relaxed.
Unless it's a fatal injury like losing an arm or a leg, simply overworking isn't a problem for her.
There are still several auxiliary supervisors at the Jujutsu High who need medical treatment, so she can't stay here any longer.
Seeing the urgency in Shoko's eyes, Lu Ping spoke up.
"I'm fine now, I just need to rest. You should go back to the Jujutsu High first."
Shoko nodded, took out her phone, snapped a picture of Lu Ping's disheveled appearance, and turned to leave.
It's probably for convincing myself not to do anything reckless later, and also for further research into the injury.
Lu Ping smiled helplessly, stretched his shoulders, and his bones creaked and groaned.
Although the physical injuries have healed, the mental fatigue cannot be eliminated by Cursed Technique.
The first construction of [Chimera Shadow Garden] resulted in a load far exceeding expectations.
This method of concretizing the inner world and imposing it on reality is itself a transgression of the rules of space.
Instead of pursuing a sure-hit kill, he used the Great Serpent's physical size to brutally swallow it.
Instead of pinning our hopes on rules that are currently impossible to establish, we should use the most direct means to crush the enemy.
There's no need to deliberately pursue perfect killing; as long as the problem is solved, it's a good method.
The crisp sound of wooden clogs striking the ground came from the street not far away.
The Naobito Zenin, carrying a gourd of sake, strode into the ruins.
The old patriarch looked around, his eyes lighting up at the high concentration of Cursed Residue Cursed Energy in the air and the exaggerated drag mark on the ground belonging to the Great Serpent Shikigami.
A second-year Jujutsu High student who has mastered Incomplete Domain, and also Ten Shadows Sorcerer of the Zenin Clan, is enough to make those old guys in the Jujutsu Headquarters reshuffle the deck.
Naoya Zenin followed behind his father, his golden hair fluttering in the breeze.
He stared at the deep crater in the center of the theater, the terrain completely altered, and felt as if his legs were made of lead, making it difficult to move.
That domineering power, capable of forcibly distorting even space, made him uncontrollably recall a certain untouchable figure.
The Toji Zenin.
The man who once trampled the entire Zenin Clan underfoot was his eternal white moonlight.
At this moment, the figure of that man was gradually being replaced by the tangible figure before them.
Naoya gritted his teeth, his hands clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned blue.
A twisted competitive spirit was brewing deep within him.
Toji, I should be the strongest.
This sense of unease made Naoya's expression particularly gloomy; he stood there, unable to utter a single sarcastic remark.
Lu Ping took a breath and reached out to take a little boy out of the shadow space.
Midou Taki was still unconscious, an industrial oxygen mask hanging on his face, rising and falling with his breathing.
He casually grabbed the little boy by the back of his collar with one hand and walked towards the outside of the cordon.
Midou Ruri had been waiting by the police car for a long time. Seeing that her son was safe and sound, the mother rushed forward without regard for her image, her tears ruining her delicate makeup.
Lu Ping released his grip and pushed the boy into the other person's arms.
"There's no need to be afraid, go back to your mother."
His tone was flat, offering no further comfort.
The world of Jujutsu Sorcerer is full of mud and blood; pulling people back into the sunlight is already the limit.
Midou Ruri hugged her son tightly, the thrill of regaining him lingering in her heart.
She looked up at the blood-soaked boy with a frighteningly calm gaze, took a deep breath, and suppressed her fear.
"Sir, the Midou Family will never forget your kindness."
She took out a gold-embossed business card, her expression becoming solemn and serious, even showing a hint of competence and determination. "My husband has some status and connections in officialdom. Although he is usually busy with government affairs, he would never turn a blind eye to such a life-saving favor. In your eyes, money may not buy power, but it can solve many problems. As long as you need anything, even just a phone call, he will do his best to provide you with support."
She paused, her eyes revealing a stubborn determination to achieve her goal. "Please be sure to tell me your contact information. If I don't get it now, I'll feel guilty when I get back."
Lu Ping initially wanted to politely decline, but seeing the woman's insistence and considering her background—that her vast information retrieval network would make it only a matter of time before she found his private number in modern society—he hesitated.
Rather than letting the other party relentlessly pursue you from behind, it's better to make this cause and effect public.
He took out his phone from his pocket and exchanged contact information with her.
Midou Ruri confirmed that she had dialed the number and heard a beep from the other end of the line before her tense facial expression finally relaxed completely.
Lu Ping gave a polite smile, nodded in acknowledgment, and then turned and left.
Secular resources can sometimes bypass the watchful eyes of the Jujutsu Headquarters and accomplish many troublesome things.
While ordinary people are vulnerable in the face of supernatural forces, they often possess advantages that are inaccessible to sorcerers within the workings of modern society.
The auxiliary supervisors in the distance began to clean up the scene, setting up a cordon to completely block the view of civilians.
Just then, a deep whooshing sound came from the Sky Manipulation, and Suguru Geto descended from the sky riding the Rainbow Dragon.
The enormous Cursed Spirit's body stirred up a gust of wind, scattering the surrounding dust.
He looked at the two mangled corpses of Grade 1 Curse User on the ground and raised an eyebrow.
"Looks like I missed the best part."
Suguru Geto put away his Shikigami, walked over to Lu Ping, and patted him on the shoulder.
He single-handedly fought three equally skilled opponents and even defeated them all.
This record is truly phenomenal, even by the standards of the entire Jujutsu World.
Originally, when the Jujutsu High assigned the task, it only rated this operation Semi-Grade 1 assessment.
In retrospect, exorcising three Grade 1 Curse User in one go is equivalent to completing multiple Level 1 tasks single-handedly.
"When your Grade 1 Sorcerer certificate comes out in a few days, Wu will definitely be shocked when he comes back," Suguru Geto said, his tone revealing a hint of agreement.
After spending time together recently, he has begun to mentally include this steady and reliable colleague in their strongest circle.
Lu Ping felt the pressure on his shoulder and nodded slightly.
Kamo Chitsubaki came from behind and said that the original flight had been postponed by one day.
This elite mage from Three Great Families made her stance clear: she would not leave Tokyo until Lu Ping's injuries had completely stabilized.
In everyone's eyes, if Lu Ping hadn't forcibly activated his domain to break through the impasse in that encounter, the consequences would have been unpredictable.
Naobito Zenin took a swig of strong liquor and walked into the middle of the group.
He looked at Lu Ping and made a move that caught everyone off guard.
The Naobito Zenin pulled a neatly folded scroll from his wide sleeve and spread it out directly on the hood of a wrecked car next to him.
That was the succession document for the head of the Zenin Clan.
"Now that you've proven the value of the Ten Shadows, I won't hold back any longer." Naobito Zenin bit his fingertip and pressed a bloody mark at the end of the scroll.
He not only had to make a written will, but also immediately notify the Three Great Families, high-ranking figures in the Jujutsu World, and relevant government officials for joint notarization.
This designated heir will no longer be a verbal promise within the family, but an ironclad case with absolute binding force.
The old patriarch knew very well that Lu Ping's potential this time was too astonishing, and the people in the Jujutsu Headquarters would definitely not sit idly by.
Only by fully revealing the Zenin Clan's identity can we deter those lurking villains.
Naoya watched this scene from the side, his eyes almost spitting fire, but in the end he swallowed his anger.
"Attend the general meeting of the Jujutsu Headquarters in three days. You will represent me."
Naobito Zenin put away the scroll, took a swig of sake, and then tossed out a wooden plaque representing the head of the family.
Lu Ping reached out and took it.
The wooden plaque felt cool to the touch, with exquisite butterfly patterns carved along the edges and the words "Zenin" written in the center.
Although the scheming surrounding Akihabara has come to an end, the political maneuvering seems to have only just begun.