Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

Gintoki could have used his samurai sword to knock Masato away hundreds or thousands of times.

But as long as he hadn't completely worn out Masato's soul.

This duel still had meaning to continue.

Even though Gintoki was his natural enemy and their duel carried the risk of being exorcised, Masato had to admit that he benefited a lot.

Just standing opposite Gintoki, he could feel the breath of brushing against death.

Just being beaten by the samurai sword, he could learn how to quickly mobilize the magic power to strengthen his defense.

The power hidden in the body was like a spring that gushed out water in an endless stream.

In each battle, even if the attack was disintegrated in an instant.

Masato could still feel that he was getting stronger through the tempering and realized more about his own abilities.

If time could stay in this duel forever, it might be a good thing.

Masato admitted that he had gained supreme happiness.

His desire to fight was satisfied, his curiosity was filled, and he had countless opportunities to try and fail.

It's okay to forget the unpleasantness between them for a short time and immerse in the battle.

Masato really likes the feeling of fighting with Gintoki.

But.

This can't last forever.

Because Masato used the experience of being beaten and had an epiphany in a short period of time.

His winning conditions are very simple.

-- Just grasp Gintoki's momentary flaw and touch Gintoki's soul with the technique [Inaction Transformation].

At the same time, he can declare victory.

Gintoki must not know his technique!

That's why he used such a careless attitude and attacked with the back of the knife one by one, instead of seriously chopping Masato's body and soul into pieces.

Even though he was already scarred, Masato couldn't bear the mocking smile on his face.

Kill him immediately.

Use the topic that Gintoki himself exposed and cared about the most to make his reason collapse.

"What do you mean by the group that won't kill any human beings——"

The real person took the initiative to split himself into different clones, all of which said the same words in unison, flapping their wings together from several directions and rushing towards Gintoki:

"Are you really a curse? If it is a curse, you should act more freely and recklessly."

"What is human life? That kind of thing has no value at all. It's like their souls that are exactly the same as if they were mass-produced."

"No matter how many people are killed, there will always be replacements. What's the difference between the dead and the living?"

"There is no difference! Aren't they all ants?"

"In the end, they will all die. As they wish, being killed by the curse from humans is just what they want, isn't it?"

The real people from all directions laughed together.

The faces twisted by laughter, with saliva splashing with words, were filled with malicious words.

Each one was hideous in his own way.

But the similarity is that they all rushed towards Gintoki without any pause.

When they were only half a foot away, the retracted arms suddenly turned into sharp spikes and pierced the front fiercely.

Normally, Gintoki, who was tightly surrounded, had no way to avoid the attack of the real person.

However, it was only the moment when the spikes were stabbed.

Gintoki seemed to have known that the real person would attack like this. He jumped up before the spikes gathered and stepped on the intersection of the spikes as easily as falling leaves.

"Too naive!"

The clones of the real person couldn't help shouting.

This is not a fixed weapon, but a body that can be transformed by the real person at will.

The spikes can no longer be spikes in the next second, but any weapon that can penetrate Gintoki's body from the soles of his shoes and pierce his whole body.

Unfortunately, there is no time for transformation.

Gintoki didn't even give them a moment of less than a second.

Before the head could react and leave the neck, the souls of the clones were shattered by a single blow.

The speed of the samurai sword was too fast, leaving only a ring-shaped afterimage on the retina.

The purple and smelly blood gushing out of the wound fell like raindrops, and the real body, who was still waiting for the opportunity among the clones, did not make any other movements.

It's not that he didn't want to move.

But at the moment of advancing and retreating, he didn't have time to make the final decision.

He was already stepped on the ground by Gintoki.

The black boots stepped on his chest, nailing the real body to the ground like a nail, unable to move.

The silver natural curls were wet with the blood of the real person, and the blood beads fell on his face, making the scarlet eyes more dangerous.

"Didn't I say that it's too troublesome to correct your ideas. From the beginning, I only intended to force my ideas into you. How many times do I have to say it before you understand. Isn't this your consensus?Let's speak with strength. "

The chances for trial and error have been used up. The premonition of death I felt before was just a child's play.

Now it is real.

Even Gintoki still has no intention of killing.

Main also clearly understands that there is only one simple question waiting for Him.

Live or die.

"...Ah, ah, no. ”

I don’t want to die. I was so happy to become stronger just now, why did I still lose?

It’s almost there, almost there, and He will win!

The chest was pressed down by a huge force. Zhenren swallowed the blood that he almost vomited, raised his hand and grabbed Gintoki’s leg tightly as if grabbing the last straw.

Zhenren just raised the corners of his lips, and before he could cheer that He did it.

He lost his rationality because of what he saw.

The transformation of inaction did not take effect. He had a chance to win, but lost more in an instant.

The body, soul, everything made up of the curse, all the cursed power was just a drop of water, falling into an ocean under the law of free fall between heaven and earth.

It was like returning to the origin and merging into the ocean of curse.

“Ahhh——！ !” I was deceived!

What kind of closeness? That’s just wishful thinking.

This guy is obviously a monster that will eat them.

“That’s so noisy. I’m going to sue you for disturbing the public. ”

Gintoki cleanly cut off the arm that was holding him tightly, lifted his leg away from his chest, and kicked Masato away: "Besides, who wants to eat expired and spoiled food! No matter how rotten a samurai is, he is still a samurai! "

It's not a spoiled crab. We can pray that the smelly part is just a crab disguise, and the real sweet crab meat is still waiting to be mined.

The real person is already rotten, even by the standards of the cursed spirits, it's a bit rotten. No matter how you look at it, you will have a stomachache if you eat it!

Ah, it seems that he still ate it, and absorbed the amount of an arm. Is this okay?

So can you consider his own feelings!

Can't it be filtered automatically? How can it be stopped by anything that just runs in!

Gintoki bent over and held the wall next to him, trying to vomit out the things that just went in.

The real person, who still had a little soul left, fell on the street with bruises all over his body, vomiting blood.

Escape, where can he escape to?

Will he be chased by this monster forever?

At this time, the real person finally understood the fear of life and death.

And the despair of neither life nor death.

While both sides were busy vomiting, a voice sounded from the street.

"Gintoki?"