Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The more you eat, the more you eat.

"No, no, absolutely not. I'm full of sugar now. The only thing left for today is to go home with the sweet taste in my mouth and break down the sugar into happy energy! I don't have time to fight any curses! And--"

Gintoki briefly gathered his strength and protested with a louder voice, "You must have accepted a very difficult task!"

First level? Special level?

It must be a troublesome job that will take a lot of time to complete, "The bounty is all Gin-san's stuff, bastard!"

"How is it possible? The agency fee will be charged, kid." He doesn't even know that he has charged 80% of it.

Shinji thought about the bounty amount posted on the black market: "I can give you 500,000."

500,000.

Gintoki's eyes became sharp.

You can't make this much money in the Zenin family.

No matter how many cursed spirits and curse masters you defeat, the bulk of it will become the money of the Zenin family, and Gintoki can only get a fixed salary. But despite this, he is still too busy every day.

Even when he opened the Yorozuya, he couldn't make half a million from a large main task.

No, wait.

Gintoki suddenly calmed down.

Don't be confused by the benefits in front of you. Who is Zenin Jiner? If there is room for exploitation, he will definitely exploit it without hesitation. It is better to pray that he will not torment Gintoki than to pray that he will find his conscience and give up most of the benefits.

"No, at least one million." Gintoki gestured with two zeros, "This is the bottom line that a man cannot give up. There are two important gold balls."

Shin'er glanced at him, "There is a limit to how much a lion can ask for. You are worth at most 600,000, from the dirty head to the dirty gold ball."

"Damn it, you actually insulted my soul like this. If you don't have 900,000, I will smash your face with one punch! This guy who will make a living in the future will be completely destroyed now! Damn your luck with women!"

"Who relies on this to make a living? I'll give you an extra 100,000 and use it to cleanse your rotten heart."

This is 700,000.

But, that is to say, 700,000 is not the upper limit of this price! This guy just hid in a comfortable range and made some concessions to let Gintoki relax his vigilance!

Damn it! It was a mistake to bid one million from the beginning! Poor people can't imagine how much the unit price of the cursed spirit of Jujutsu Kaisen can be worth. But think about it carefully, although it will happen ten years later, a special-grade cursed tool will be worth hundreds of millions! ?

Premium!

Gintoki did not answer, but paused strangely, "Hey, Shinji, how much is a special grade spell tool now?"

This time it was Shinji's turn to pause. Should I tell him? Should I really tell this kid who doesn't understand the market price frankly? Special grade spell tools really have to sell for hundreds of millions now. After all, that thing is in short supply and the price has risen casually.

"Heh, I can't afford a special grade spell tool even if I sell you."

Naturally! I chose to change the subject!

Do I have to answer if I ask? No, I don't want him to know the real market price.

If it were an ordinary person, this ambiguous answer would be enough to fool him.

However, Gintoki is the one who has survived in the Yorozuya full of wits and battles! Don't be kidding! The moment Shinji was slightly shaken, Gintoki keenly noticed something was wrong.

"Special grade spell tools are so expensive~" Gintoki pretended to be scared, speaking with wavy lines while turning his face away.

At an angle that Shiro couldn't see, he showed a sinister expression.

Bypass him! Just like the Yorozuya communicated directly with the employer, he only needed to bypass Shiro who was in the way and communicate directly with the employer on the black market!

As for the favor of helping him make money? Are you kidding, how could Shiro have such a thing in his mind!

Didn't he fool him? Shiro listened to Gintoki's deliberately cute voice and threw him in front of the dilapidated building, "Go, Gintoki."

"Are you going to greet the puppy?"

Gintoki took two steps forward.

The building was remote, eerie and silent.

"Hmm..." If nothing unexpected happened, there were cursed spirits inside.

Gintoki often went on missions, so he often dealt with cursed spirits. Cursed spirits No. 1 and No. 2, the cursed spirits that were molded into just we or the cursed spirits that were molded into the Armstrong Cyclotron Armstrong Cannon, thanks to the addition of sculpture molding to his skills.

But Gintoki swallowed his saliva.

Those were all during group activities.

Now it's like a horror movie where you know

They are like a cannon fodder team that knows there is a ghost in front of them, but they are still reckless and want to go in to explore. Do you want to go? Let Yin-san go in alone?

He looked at Shen-er tremblingly, and Shen-er met his gaze without knowing why.

What is this kid doing?

"Well, let's go to the bathroom for the first time in a long time. It's been a long time since we competed in the shooting distance of the joystick. Just mark the territory in the corner over there and go back happily."

"Huh?" Shen-er grinned, but couldn't laugh.

"What? What? You don't understand Yin-san's feelings. I have a psychological shadow on this kind of building. I always feel that it will pop up in the next second. It will definitely pop up. Cursed spirits are fine, but the stand will pop up! What should I do if I hit Qingpiao-piao! I will die if I hit the doppelganger!"

"Who cares about you." Shen-er is determined to make the five million.

He carried Yin-toki in one hand and walked inside.

As for what to do if a fight really breaks out, at worst, we can use this little ghost with its own cursed power as a weapon.

Is this the correct standard for choosing a weapon? Isn't this better than a cursed tool?

Gintoki was so frightened that his body stiffened and he hugged Shin'er's hand. Shin'er's impatience slightly dissipated, and the more he looked at it, the more useful it felt.

"Hey! It feels like the purpose has been diverted compared to the beginning!"

Thoughts seemed to have found a perfect gap, Shin'er was serious, and he implemented it seriously. So Gintoki was full of sparks and lightning, holding Shin'er's arm while desperately kicking the messy cursed spirits around him.

"Shin'er, you bastard--!!" He was about to be thrown out, and if he let go, he would turn into a distant star! What kind of sonic boom speed is this? He was too serious!

No, he was carsick.

After dealing with the cursed spirits that gathered together, Gintoki swayed and let go of Shin'er's hand. Half-knelt down and yue.

"So dirty."

"Don't say that! I've already told you that Gin-san's stomach is full of sweets. Don't shake it, or it will overflow."

It was so sad that the sugar in his stomach would actually pour out. It was so sad that Gintoki's energy was drained and he shrank humbly.

Shin'er took a few steps in disdain and kicked him with his toes, "There's no time to waste. Hurry up."

"It's basic common sense not to make unreasonable demands on people who are busy!"

Aren't you still very energetic? Shin'er was considerate and didn't say it out loud.