Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

After a moment, Gintoki decisively sat next to Shinji.

The two held the betting tickets in their hands.

Gintoki stared at the running horse with full concentration.

Inheriting the name of the legendary New Armstrong Cyclotron Armstrong Cannon, the new era horse surpassed other opponents one after another in the arena, but unfortunately there is no atmosphere of water words now.

Shinji was completely opposite to Gintoki, leaning back on the chair casually.

"You've played enough house with those brats."

Even though he saw the horse he bought fall behind, Jiner was not worried at all. He casually turned his head to look at Gintoki: "As long as you stab the young master of the Gojo family in the back, you can just cash in on the accumulated friendship. It's a rare opportunity."

"Compared to the youth game, isn't this what you should do?"

"Are you talking about what you are going to do?" Gintoki waved his hand: "Although Gin-san can make surprise attacks, a samurai can't do things like backstabs. Even if it's a commission, it's beyond the scope of acceptance, out."

Jiner was shocked.

"Tsk, unnecessary persistence."

Jiner's request is quite understandable from a reasonable point of view.

In the past, there was a time when he almost pinned Gojo Satoru to death at the Zenin family and waited for the opportunity to collect the bounty.

But Gintoki let him go.

Now the opportunity is back, there is no reason to let it go again. Even if it is a rotation system, it should be his turn to stand on his side and kill Gojo Satoru.

And he had a very formal reason.

Shier held his chin up and tried to persuade him with emotion and reason: "That kid has started going to kindergarten."

"Raising a child is very expensive. And that guy is different from us. He will get sick easily if left alone. He looks like he will die soon."

"The last time I went back, I saw him and the older one wearing masks and coughing together. It was so noisy."

It's a bit pitiful.

And a bit hateful.

Shier rarely returns to a house that can be called home, and calmly looks at the two little kids who stay at home to look after the house.

As an older sister, Tsumiki has taken on responsibilities that do not belong to her age early, and has always been more willing to do the hard work of taking care of people.

She put a fever-reducing patch on her head, changed the ice pack for Xiaohui dizzily, and did not forget to politely call Mr. Shier. Pour a glass of water for Shier who finally came back.

Xiaohui can't even call dad.

On her red face, round eyes with a color similar to Shier's quietly stared at him.

If it was Hinata, when she had a fever, she would have narrowed her eyes gently, called him Shin'er, and stretched out her arms to him.

At that time, Shin'er would have eagerly turned out the medical box at home, found the medicine to reduce the fever, and then waited beside her until her temperature dropped.

But Xiaohui would not cry out.

Such a young child, although not raised in the Zenin family, is closer to the state of Shin'er's childhood.

She couldn't even express her discomfort and pain frankly, and deliberately showed a stubborn expression as if nothing had happened.

So Shin'er turned around and walked away without even touching the water.

He walked a little too fast, but the unreliable father felt that Xiaohui was responsible for the vast majority of it.

They were obviously completely different, but they were too similar.

That's why he suddenly recalled the scene in his memory.

On second thought, he felt that this was not a problem. If she couldn't be raised well, it was probably because of the lack of material conditions. If he made enough money, he wouldn't have to worry about Xiaohui being raised to death.

Even if he died, Xiao Hui could live well.

Gintoki looked at him speechlessly.

"What you said, what has anything to do with persuading people to be emotional and rational? I only saw that you spent almost a year and still couldn't handle the relationship between father and son. What a hopeless way of getting along, isn't this completely no progress!"

"Even if you have money, you may not be able to raise your child well! Don't attribute all the reasons for your own development to the Zenin family's embezzlement. Children can't live without their parents! Even if their father is like this, they can't live without him!"

"I didn't ask him to leave me." Jin'er skillfully covered his ears before Gintoki called him, and he shook his hands easily: "I often go to see him."

But how often this frequency is, it's hard to say.

According to Jin'er's standards, it is common for children to see their parents more than five times a year.

So if you average it out, you should be content to see them once every two months.

Even if he doesn't go back, the bank card will be credited every month.

Gintoki held his head in pain.

It's hard to blame him.

Because there is the Zenin family. Look at the precedent of the Zenin fan. Not to mention that it is seen five times a year, excluding the period when Gintoki was the focus of attention, the Zenin fan came quite frequently.

In addition,He can see him once every five years.

Now he regrets it.

If he had known that he would have to face the terrible influence of the Zenin family, he should have simply read it and not replied when Shinji sent an email saying: Hello, Gintoki, let's go to the old place to gamble on horses.

He felt that it was troublesome for Kujuku Yuki to keep saying bad things about Tengen and to ask Gintoki's opinion after saying a few words, so he thought that Shinji might be a little more relaxed.

He was really wrong!

"But after getting the final payment from the Bankei Cult, there is really no need to go out for a long time. Except when I make some quick money, I should stay in that house for a longer time."

This is considered a vacation after working hard.

He didn't consider the possibility of mission failure at all.

Even though he was hostile to Gojo Satoru, Gintoki, who could be a capable assistant, did not give a clear answer that he would help.

Shinji still thought that the bounty and vacation would be in his hands soon.

"Your words are a flag."

Although he suddenly changed from a villain in one chapter to a tragic character who went home to be with his children after the battle, the weight of the flag was not reduced at all.

"Don't make a mistake, Gintoki. That six-eyed man is just an arrogant young master who relies on his talent. He followed my plan step by step, misjudged the enemy's strength and misjudged his own position."

"Do you think you can be perfect by tightening your nerves and knocking down the idiots sent to him? Ha..."

"I will trample him under my feet."

Er put the horse racing ticket that surpassed the new Armstrong Cyclotron Armstrong Cannon by half a body length into his wallet even though he lost the game.

What can the academic young masters who have not experienced all kinds of calculations in the black market and are completely lacking in information use to fight him?

Now you can imagine their faces full of surprise after being stabbed in the back and falling down.

"You are really determined to win, Shiro." Gintoki deliberately raised his voice and threw away the lost lottery ticket: "But if you think you have already won now, you are really wrong."

Shiro's eyes became dangerous.

"Don't worry, Gin-san is different from those guys who are busy blackmailing after reading the script. But I will abide by the rules and won't spoil a word. But if you lose, you will do something for me in the future."

"Huh?" The danger on Shiro's face immediately faded.

With the arrogance that only belongs to the sky and the tyrant, it seems to be mocking the weak who want to struggle under him.

"Who will lose."