Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

It was a good talk, but no one believed him.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gintoki had kicked the cursed spirit away, and it was already a parabola.

How could it possibly break through the gravity of the earth and return to its home in the universe? It might be possible that it went to its home in hell.

But fortunately, no one intended to pursue the matter.

Jiner was forced to fight just because he encountered the cursed spirit. He didn't have the mood to kill it all, and there was no money to be made if he killed it.

Cursed spirits don't carry wallets with them, and they don't drop curse tools.

Gojo Satoru simply thought it was interesting. It was much more interesting to watch Gintoki talking nonsense than to chase after the cursed spirit.

They chatted all the way.

From what the celestial being was to which strange planet in the universe Hanamiya came from.

When they got close to the original place, they realized something they had forgotten.

The three of them looked at the man who suddenly appeared across from them. The man was holding the dizzy Naoya hostage.

Jiner recognized him at a glance. This was the target of the mission he had been tracking so hard.

It seems that he is not the client, but just an agent working under him. Now he must have realized that he can't escape, so he kidnapped Naoya as a bargaining chip.

The man was obviously exhausted by the long pursuit.

The words he said seemed to be roaring from his chest, otherwise he would not even have this little energy.

"Don't move! Especially you, you, you--" The man was panicking and wanted to point out a special target from them, but he pointed three times in a row and pointed out three people.

How could this happen!

One is the sorcerer killer who has been chasing him all the way, and the other is the focus target Shiroyasha, and the last one is actually the six-eyed man from the Gojo family.

There must be a limit to bad luck!

However.

The man got close to Naoya and gained a little sense of security from this distance. He threatened fiercely: "Otherwise, this kid's life will be in danger!"

"Gintoki-kun~ Jinji-kun~ Go-kun~" Naoya called his dear friends with a frightened expression.

The three turned and left.

"It's so cold, let's go eat hot pot."

"I agree, add more meat."

"Then let's go to a restaurant I'm familiar with, it's highly praised on the food list."

"Wait! Can't my life be better than hot pot!"

Naoya sadly gave up the plan of waiting for them to rescue him.

He quickly reached out and pressed his hand against the man, but in that moment of surprise, the man had lost the opportunity to move again under the projection magic, as if he was just a thin piece of paper and couldn't move.

Naoya's fingers swayed lightly, and the knife fell into his hand as if by magic, and pierced into the man's abdomen in an instant.

The posture was as natural and casual as inserting a flower branch into the soil, and the dark kimono rose and fell lightly, even revealing some elegance.

Without considering the issue of retrieving the man, Naoya hurriedly wiped the blood stains on the knife on the man's clothes, threw it away like a large piece of garbage, and followed the three people who left first without stopping.

He threw himself on Gintoki's back: "You abandoned me. I'm too sad to walk. Gintoki-kun is my mount now."

Gojo Satoru pulled him, not to be outdone: "I should be the one riding Gintoki. That's my exclusive seat! Get off now!"

"No way - I won't let you go even if it's Satoru-kun!"

"Gintoki! Pull him away!"

"It's just a one-time setting. Don't look like mine is the right one! There's no driving and no mount. Now It's not the era of riding a big horse anymore. Listen carefully! You will get bored if you keep using the same jokes you've used once! "

"You said you were bored, I didn't satisfy you in any way, but you had to find a kid outside." Gojo Satoru widened his eyes in grievance, his blue eyes were full of disbelief, "How can he compare to me!"

"You figured it out later!" Naoya was shocked to find that he had become an outsider, "Gintoki-kun carried someone on his back for the first time, or held hands for the first time, all with me!"

No more.

It didn't make sense, Gintoki felt Gojo Satoru and Naoya pulling him on each side, and trying to climb up when they found a gap. It was like a pathetic strip of cloth swaying in the middle of a tug-of-war game.

He sincerely repented at this moment.

If he had known that complaining about the eight o'clock TV series would have such sequelae, he would have changed the joke.

Gintoki turned his head and looked at Shiori.

Shen Er pretended not to see it. He turned around and called the Chanyuan family to pick up the target person, and then quickly transferred money to him.

As for how much intelligence can be obtained through interrogation.

It is time to test whether the interrogators employed by the Chanyuan family are just eating dry food.

What does it have to do with Shen Er.

After the mission was successfully completedAfter that, Jiner officially left the Zenin family.

He didn't kill those who stood in his way, nor did he wantonly massacre the Zenin family, nor did he even go around the warehouse again.

He stepped into Gintoki's world, but resisted the approach of more people from the Zenin family, so this time it was Jiner who took the initiative to choose to exclude them.

From the silt accumulated in the Zenin family for thousands of years to the new buds that bloomed from the rotten roots, Jiner threw them all away.

This was the additional condition he offered to Zenin Naohito.

Zenin Naohito would feel a little sorry for the loss of talent.

But this was the best result that Jiner and the Zenin family could achieve. It wasn't good enough to be completely relieved, but at least it didn't deteriorate to the point of facing each other with swords.

For both of them, this was to remove the rotten flesh and blood from their bodies, at this moment.

For the time being, it was really relaxing.

For Jiner, life didn't actually change much.

As always, he took on tasks and trampled the sorcerer under his feet. The large amount of money earned was used to collect more curse tools, and then stored in the body of the newly raised curse spirit - Ugly Treasure.

If there was any extra, he would spend it recklessly and earn it back from gambling.

However, this great wish never came true in the four years.

Shier insisted on doing it day after day for several years. Even if he bought lottery tickets, he always bought the same number. There was a chance that he would win the prize.

But the money Shier used to buy horse racing tickets always fell into the water without any sound.

Shier had good reasons to suspect that it was Gintoki's problem.

The two of them would always get together in the casino inexplicably but tacitly, sit together tacitly, and then spend all the money tacitly.

Unlike Shier, who could still have a set of clothes left when he went out, Gintoki was particularly resolute when gambling. It was as if the extra dirty copper coins from buying clothes on credit could give him a glimmer of hope, as if he was blessed by the goddess of fate.

Facts have proved that there is no such possibility.

Four years have passed, and the half-grown boy has put his hands into his shorts, and he is particularly calm when bathing in the eyes of the people around him.

"Shen Er, the so-called goddess of fate is also a woman. If you don't give your heart, how can you get your heart back? So it's normal to fail many times. It's enough for her to smile in the end."

"No matter how you give your heart, women will not like unlucky men who go all in at once and lose until they are left with only their shorts, idiot."

"What? This refreshing feeling is more popular now. A naked body is also a naked soul. It's never wrong to be honest. But before that, let's find a time machine first."