Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

A question mark appeared above Gintoki's head: "What on earth are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru tried to approach Gintoki at the same time while no one else could react.

As long as both sides went up, one side would succeed.

Before they reached out to grab it.

As the stairs were completely destroyed from the bottom, the already broken floor finally realized that they should obey the principle of gravity and collapse along with it.

So Gintoki didn't even have time to shout, and sank along with the floor!

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

He still shouted while falling!

Gintoki finally understood what Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru meant by their hesitant eyes. It turned out that they wanted to get him back before Gintoki and the floor could react.

But they failed!

Both Gintoki and the floor were different from the two guys who could fly, and were subject to gravity.

Gintoki was forced to run wildly on the floor that collapsed into pieces! Finally, he approached the wall with difficulty and stabbed Lake Toya in one go, which barely gave him some relief under the rule of gravity.

But this does not mean that there are no more rocks that continue to collapse!

When Gintoki should have found some way to avoid the rocks, he just waited quietly.

A pale blue light flashed. Before the rock hit him, it was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Precision, I'm here to save you, Gintoki. Are you touched?"

Gojo Satoru used the blue light to blast away the rock cleanly, and Geto Xiayou seized the gap and grabbed Gintoki's hand.

The moment they finally got it, they flipped out of the broken window on the wall together.

Gintoki sat on the sloppy-looking but flying cursed spirit and breathed a long sigh of relief. Geto Xiayou sat in front with his legs crossed and let go of his hand naturally.

Gintoki smelled the taste in his palm: "Have you ever touched shit with your hands?"

Is this something that can be said naturally!

Geto Suguru definitely doesn't want to be speculated whether he has touched shit or not. This has risen from a privacy issue to a principle issue!

For the first time in his life, he was so resolute: "No!"

"What? What did Geto touch!" Gojo Satoru seemed to have heard the big news today. He flew over with a look of excitement and sat next to Gintoki while rubbing Geto Suguru's cursed spirit.

"I said no!"

"This smell," Gintoki comforted Geto Suguru in a slightly soothing but heavy complex tone, "It's okay, we will keep it a secret for you, you don't want others to know it. Gin-san fully understands this feeling."

"Did you say no! Idiot! Listen to me!"

Don't act like you are keeping your puberty secret.

He didn't touch it and he doesn't have the interest to do so!

Gintoki was beaten cleanly, and Gojo Satoru who was rubbing the cursed spirit next to him was almost hit.

Gojo Satoru:?

Thanks to the unlimited technique.

After that, they landed safely, listening to Geto Satsuyuki talking about the aftereffects of the technique that he didn't want to talk about at all, but was forced to talk about in order to save his precarious reputation and moral integrity: "It's just the taste of the cursed spirit ball."

Gintoki and Gojo Satoru followed him obediently, neither of them intending to interrupt, as if you continue to talk.

Geto Satsuyuki felt that this was a bit too close.

As long as he could remember, all kinds of distorted black shadows appeared around him.

Mirrors could not reflect their shapes, photos could not leave their traces, and even if he pointed out that there were strange things there to the people around him, they could not understand what Geto Satsuyuki was talking about.

After causing big and small problems due to his persistence at the beginning, Geto Satsuyuki learned how to get along with them.

Just close your eyes.

As long as you ignore their existence, he is a normal person like everyone else.

This powerlessness caused by weakness fermented in his heart, gradually until he was five or six years old.

Geto Satsuyuki vaguely realized that he had another kind of power.

It was strangely wrapped around his fingertips. As long as he used that power to bless his body, he could strengthen his body. He could eliminate the cursed spirits that could not be attacked by him by using that power.

He was groping in the completely unknown world of cursed power alone. Even if there was no one around him who was the same as him, relying on his intuition, Geto Xiayou found his own technique and the correct way to use it.

Instead of defeating them and accumulating the cursed spirit balls one by one, he swallowed them into his stomach.

Geto Xiayou's rationality made him instinctively resist the extremely bad taste, but his intuition urged him to take this step. As long as he accepted this way of becoming stronger, he would have more power to protect everyone.

No one knew that there were cursed spirits around, that was just a trick that Geto Xiayou had taught everyone when he was a child.People are all a bit headache joke.

No one forced him to do anything, people did not notice the crisis around them at all.

But Geto Suguru himself wanted to lend a hand to the ignorant and weak people.

Whether it was using cursed power to cleanly exorcise the cursed spirits, or releasing the many cursed spirits he collected to tear apart other cursed spirits. This must be a way to protect them, and Geto Suguru naturally stepped on it as a unique strong man.

Even the cursed spirit ball that he cried when he ate at the beginning, gradually became accustomed to it.

Now when he brought up the psychological shadow of his childhood and talked about it, it seemed like he was just a child and was just acting like a spoiled child.

However, whether it was Gintoki or Gojo Satoru.

Neither of them planned to just listen to him and end it, they waited quietly and seriously.

Geto Suguru sighed and suppressed the emotion that he subconsciously wanted to hide in his heart.

"I don't know if it's the taste buds that are rebelling, or if humans and cursed spirits are mutually exclusive. Even after eating it over and over again, my taste buds haven't been completely numb, but my throat has become familiar with the feeling of swallowing a rag covered in vomit."

"Now there are no adverse reactions in my body or stomach, so don't stare at me with that look."

"It sounds like a side effect of the technique," the well-informed Gojo Satoru came to a decisive conclusion, "Like using the six eyes too much will also cause pressure on the brain. The technique is an innate talent, so the bad taste is the curse brought about by this talent being too strong."

He thought about it and changed to a more neutral word: "It's the price."

The cursers probably won't care about this small price.

Even if they have to endure the bad taste, they get the cursed spirit manipulation technique with almost no growth limit. The absolute power can attract all cursers.

This is the objective level.

But subjectively...

"You have to endure the taste of eating rags to gain power. God has a bad taste in this place. It's like a game planner. Because it's too strong, there must be checks and balances. Who is managing this numerical distribution?"

Gintoki frowned.

The special case of the sorcerer who absolutely does not want to manipulate the curse spirit appeared.

Suguru Geto was actually a little relieved that he was talking about eating rags.