Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The most remote room on the first floor of the dormitory of Tokyo Jujutsu High School is sealed forever.

The incredibly clean night sky, the bright moon and stars seem to hold their breath.

Everything, along with the dream-like wishes, was left in that room.

Gintoki left without taking anything with him, leaving everything in the cupboard.

A white kimono that was too exquisite was sandwiched between a set of black kimonos and high school uniforms.

Many delicate and small hair accessories have cherry blossom patterns inside.

Birthday gifts from someone unknown were placed in a row.

There was also a whole box of heavy Jumps that had not been thrown away.

It was troublesome to deal with it. If no one wanted it, wouldn’t it have to be thrown away?

So it was simply not dealt with.

Gojo Satoru didn’t let anyone in.

But it was not completely locked.

As long as the window was opened, you could peek into the daily scene inside.

The strawberry milk gradually piled up, and the new dessert shop products were casually put in.

It had expired before I knew it, and the high-grade cream smelled sour, so I had to throw them all into the trash can in one go before attracting bugs.

That guy was just taking a leave of absence.

Maybe he would come back after finishing what he needed to do.

So it was just a long leave of absence, so long that he was about to be expelled.

Gojo Satoru didn't feel lonely.

He could still meet with Geto Suguru from time to time, Nozomi had not left at all, and Noctua was still the principal.

The number of students around him also increased.

How could he feel lonely knowing so many people and being in such a lively place.

It was just something missing.

If you focus your eyes on the little doll hanging on your body, you can see the location of that guy from its raised tail.

Whether it is far away across the ocean or passing by each other across a wall in Tokyo, it makes no difference.

They would be skilled and used to avoiding facing each other.

But how could they know that he was there.

At first, Gojo Satoru thought.

No matter what he said, he would wait until Gintoki came to apologize or regret it.

There was no reason for Gojo Satoru to be the one who took the initiative to promote and save the relationship in the friendship between the two.

What's more, Gintoki really said something very heartbreaking.

Even if he dug his fingers deep into his chest, he couldn't dig out the unbearable pain from his heart.

It was as if the pain itself took root in his heart, using Gojo Satoru's own surging emotions as nutrients, and sprouted there.

If he wanted to dig it out, he could only take his heart with him, leaving the body completely empty.

Gojo Satoru struggled with the practical possibility of digging it out and then instantly repairing it with a reversal technique.

It seemed a bit difficult to deal with the blood. Where should he bury the things he dug out? Should he leave it to Nozomi?

So he simply didn't do it.

I had to endure the nostalgia and let my thoughts pass away like the tide along with the night.

Gradually, Gojo Satoru also felt that they didn't need a formal apology.

It's not the time to take everything too seriously. Only children would care about apologizing. Adults should also be a little magnanimous.

The mature 27-year-old Gojo Satoru felt.

If Gintoki took the initiative to return to the Jujutsu High School, I would forgive him.

If Gintoki took the initiative to emerge from a corner, I could also forgive him.

Gintoki took the initiative to let the little kid move a little, which was a bit reluctant, but I could also forgive him as a limited-time event.

But he never came.

The daily life with a missing piece continued as usual.

Just one person was missing. Gojo Satoru's life was not affected.

When he was teaching, he found a good seedling of Jujutsu, and more companions stood on his side.

He helped more people and saved more people. The tasks assigned to Gojo Satoru were intercepted by Geto Suguru from the root.

There are more relaxing times, and longer missing time.

It's probably because Gojo Satoru chose to stay in Jujutsu High School.

So from the beginning, there was no possibility of complete forgetfulness.

Any scene, any frame of image within the range of the six eyes seemed to be able to evoke memories that had no chance to sleep.

Let the image that should have become blurred in the mind with the passage of time be further deepened.

That guy laughed here, looked very tired, took a jump to fish, and complained again.

Covered his eyes with his arms and ran away crying, sitting pitifully on the side of the road in a group.

Pretending to be angry, chasing people with Lake Toya, and soon being coaxed by dessert.

Geto Suguru was laughing, and Soko was laughing too. Gojo Satoru raised his hand to block the attack and laughed with them.

Although he didn't say it, Gojo Satoru would also hope.

When they fell from the skyWhen I came down, or on an ordinary day with only the sun being particularly warm.

That guy said with a smile: Okay, let's stay in Jujutsu High School together after graduation.

I have always hoped that he would say that.

What I said to the phantom in my dream is something that I cannot do in reality after all.

No matter how much I look at the dream, it can't have any impact on the present.

The unchanging life continues. Maybe even if Gintoki is still here, life will go on like this.

Gojo Satoru would occasionally pull out Nozomi, who had been waiting in Jujutsu High School.

He made an appointment with Geto Suguru, who actually made a name for himself in the General Manager's Office.

The three of them took turns choosing which store to go to.

Finally, it was Nozomi's turn, and she chose a izakaya.

"Wine." Gojo Satoru looked at Nozomi picking up a large glass of beer with one hand and drinking it down in one go.

He paused while drinking strawberry milk and eating oden, and reached out to Naoko: "Maybe it's suitable for me too. Naoko, give it to me~"

"Forget it. I've already said that allergies are troublesome, and there's no way to cure them all at once with a reversal technique." Naoko drank the beer like drinking water, and put the empty cup in Gojo Satoru's hand.

"It's so sad that a very useful reversal technique has suffered a Waterloo." Gojo Satoru turned around and pushed the glass to Geto.

"If you force yourself to drink it, you'll be the one who feels uncomfortable, Satoru. If you fall down, it will be difficult to deal with the subsequent work." Geto raised his hand to signal the boss to add another glass of beer.

"Talking about work all the time will accelerate aging, Jie."

"Then if students see it, your image will be affected."

"Do you still think Gojo has the image of a teacher? I thought this filter should have been removed long ago."

"That's too much. For today's students, it's better to have a friendly teacher like this! I am a very popular, well-loved and trusted Gojo teacher, YEAH——~"

Gojo Satoru made a scissor hand gesture happily.

"It's better to say that the faculty of Jujutsu High School is pitifully small. Whether you count forward or backward, you can squeeze into the top three."

"It's not that small. The faculty is already more than the number of students."

"There are four new students this year, including Otsutsuki-kun." Four people...

Even the configuration is a bit similar.

It's just that the position of Zen Temple is for girls.

"Maki has grown up too."

Gojo Satoru's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled again: "Counting the children raised by Jie, the number of students at Jujutsu High School has reached an unprecedented peak in history."

"Sorry, not really." Geto's smile was flawless.

"That's right." Naoko held the new beer to her lips.

"Ahhh - Jie has completely become a protective mother!" Gojo Satoru made a megaphone with his hand and made a public announcement.

"Hmm~ maybe that's the case."

Who would send a good child to Jujutsu High School as a consumable?

Moreover, they don't have the ideal of being a Jujutsu master and risking their lives to protect ordinary people.

There is no reason for them to experience life and death at such a young age.

Nanako and Mimiko just like Geto and want to help him do something.

So they naturally continue to study in ordinary schools, practice Jujutsu after school, and work hard to become Geto's assistants in the future.

They won't go to the front line, and the people they meet around them are not comrades, but friends.

Rather than letting them live with the curse masters, they will also mingle among the curse masters in the future.

It's the best choice to be able to find the life and goals of ordinary people.

Gintoki will agree if he knows.

Even if Geto Suguru knows from the intelligence of the top leaders that Gintoki often rescues the curse masters in distress, there is no way to know more information.

...Where would he be now? No matter what, he will surely emit a dim light to illuminate the way forward for people.

I wish the day of reunion could come sooner.