Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

Gintoki still lives in Kabukicho.

The people around him are strong people who are trying to survive like him and actively overcome life.

Everyone is the protagonist of his own story, and everyone is a person with flesh and blood who can cry and laugh.

They are no different from Gintoki, and Gintoki does not think that he is nobler than those people.

"People, just to survive is already going all out. This is the case for sorcerers and ordinary people. In fact, they are all the same. In addition to the cursed spirits, there are all kinds of unavoidable pressures all day long. We are exploited by rotten oranges, and they are also exploited by life."

"Whether strong or weak, in the end, they are still people. Under this sky, choose to struggle to survive. There are times when you want to laugh, and there are times when you want to cry, and it hurts when you are hurt. Born, live with all your strength, and die one day."

Suguru Geto looked at Gintoki's profile.

As if recalling something, she smiled a gentle and sad smile that would touch people's hearts: "Sometimes in that darkness, there will be people running together. But everyone has to bear their own responsibilities and move forward on a road that will end at an unknown time. Although in the end, we can only bear it ourselves, we can't reach the end by ourselves."

"Then why do you want to exorcise the cursed spirits? It is precisely because the weak need the protection of the strong that the sorcerer will take on this responsibility. If the cursed spirits are the fate that people have to bear, can't they just wait for death?"

"Hey, hey, did you accidentally run into a dead end, Xia Yujun? You are really easy to go astray. How can a person live alone? I am just protecting everything in front of me. Those cursed spirits are almost like vases thrown at them from a high altitude. Do you need any reason to smash them with a knife?"

No.

No matter how you think about it, cursed spirits and so-called vases are not things of the same level.

It just sounded very light in Gintoki's mouth, because he was a strong man, so strong that he could smash the cursed spirit like smashing a vase.

Gintoki was the one who should have the consciousness of a strong man. However, he was strong but he did not have the arrogance of the strong like Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

The words he said naturally, completely abandoning the view of identity and strength, sounded like a fairy tale to Geto Suguru.

Naive, incredible, but it seemed that this twisted world should be like this.

"No matter what, the strong still have the obligation to exorcise the cursed spirit and protect the weak. If we exclude this point to consider status, at least there will be no more cursed spirits in this world." Geto Suguru also talked about the possibility that could never appear in this world as if he was telling a fairy tale.

As a result, Gintoki looked as if he was facing a great enemy, and quickly rushed towards Geto and touched his forehead: "It's okay, it's okay, not yet. Important decisions cannot be made at night. Have you heard that people tend to be emotional at night? Gin-san thinks it makes sense. Throw away the script first and refresh the data!"

"I'm not a computer! And don't move around, Gintoki! I'm about to fall!"

"Changing the world is really troublesome! Do you really want to embark on this Shura's road? Press the button to regret!"

"There is no such button at all. What the hell are you thinking?"

They tossed around in the sky for a long time before they landed on the roof of the hospital.

The two of them ran down quietly, pretending to come in from the main door honestly.

As soon as the door was opened, Gojo Satoru looked at them with disdain: "You are so slow, did you go to save the earth by the way?"

The two people were in different degrees of mess, and Geto's bangs turned into a ball, and the two ponytails on Gintoki's head were barely connected to the scalp and had not fallen off.

Gojo Satoru pointed at their heads: "You should change yourself from your characteristics, but the image transformation failed miserably."

"No." Geto combed his bangs.

This is fashion! He has almost become the original body. Even if everything on his body has changed, he will definitely not abandon his bangs.

"What is that for, Gintoki." Gojo Satoru pulled off the shaky braid on his head.

"It's not Gintoki, it's a roll."

"It's not a roll," Gojo Satoru put the fake hair on his head and happily said "It's Goko."

As a result, the two white-haired people left the hospital with a braid, pretending to be high school girls as usual.

After finishing the formalities, Geto Suguru followed them with mixed feelings.

The strongest ones who fit in perfectly have views and concepts that can be called a three-legged tripod.

I really can't see the future of the world of sorcery.

...

They are just freshmen at Jujutsu High School. There is still a long time to think about the future of the world of Jujutsu and the relationship between Jujutsu masters and non-jujutsu masters.

Now there is only one thing to do.

"Let's go back."

"I think I should eat something sweet now. I didn't bring my wallet." Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at him, his bright eyes full of expectation.

"The weather is getting hot, Geto-kun. Eat some ice cream, or you will suffer from summer heat if you are not careful." Gintoki ordered the food naturally, as if he was treating me.

"It's not like I ate too much soba noodles." How could I suffer from summer heat?

The three of them walked back to the high school with the ice cream cones that Geto-kun bought at the convenience store.

They looked like ordinary high school students going home together.

The next day, high school student Gintoki skipped class and appeared at the horse racing track.

Jiner sat next to him, crossed his legs and looked listlessly at the horses galloping on the display screen.

So many years have passed, and the horses have changed a lot.

Gintoki still holds the ticket for the New Armstrong Cyclotron Cannon in his hand.

"Gin-san is a nostalgic type. Don't you think it's a bit touching that the New Armstrong Cyclotron Cannon is still there after so many years? It's really worthy of being the New Armstrong Cyclotron Cannon, and it's still standing."

"I don't think so." Jin'er basically buys a random ticket every time, and forgets which horse he bought the last time he comes.

It's not even as good as his memory of his employer.

At least Jin'er can remember the faces of those women.

"You heard the news, didn't you?" Shen'er said with a hint of sarcasm, "How do you feel after working so hard to keep the news secret, only to be exposed to them by me?"

"You've worked so hard for so long, it was just a trivial greeting."

That was really the smallest greeting.

She asked him for three chocolate parfaits before getting married.