Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The location of the Geta family is extremely remote and too small for Gojo Satoru.

However, after contacting Geta's parents, they knew what kind of family could raise someone like Geta.

He is a standard, self-disciplined top student. He is also a strong man who uses his strength in moderation and fights to protect the weak.

Geta's parents seem to be the most solid foundation, watering Geta with love. He has power and sticks to his heart as a human being. He chooses the path of protecting ordinary people and firmly believes that sorcerers exist for non-sorcerers.

Because his parents guard behind their beloved children in this way.

In order for him to move forward on that bright road without worries.

They are also Geta's original intention.

The weak he wants to protect the most.

It is to protect his parents with all his strength.

Gojo Satoru eats watermelon and tries to recall the emotions he got from his parents. To be honest, there is no love for him now.

To him, his parents were just servants who were closer to him.

Because Gojo Satoru was the Son of God.

His parents were just the medium through which he came into the world.

Pride, pride, reverence, faith.

In the consciousness of serving the Son of God from top to bottom, everyone in the Gojo family held the same emotion. Even if there were other emotions as parents, they had to suppress them under their responsibilities.

Gojo Satoru poked Gintoki with his elbow: "What does your family feel like?"

Gintoki sprayed out all the watermelon seeds like a machine gun: "Mom feels like mom, dad... the important part has rotted, almost a bit of menopause and stinking, but he still has to make a child at such an old age."

Gojo Satoru dug out some shadows from his memory from who knows how many years ago, and agreed without pressure: "Indeed."

He poked Glass again.

"Hmm..." Nazawa bit the watermelon, "After I awakened the spell, I was quickly packed up by the magic world, so I don't have much impression. Maybe I could have jumped out of a stone, a mountain, or water."

Just kidding, of course my parents still exist.

But unlike the powerful Geto Suguru, Nazawa, who is purely a healer, does not have the ability to protect her parents herself, so this responsibility was outsourced to the magic world.

At the same time, Nazawa's own future was also outsourced.

She is so lucky. As a natural user of the reversal spell, this luck allows Nazawa to never worry about career issues for the rest of her life.

But it's just that she sees it too clearly.

She even knows exactly how much she will be exploited in that position in the future.

The huge magic world will not let the only user of the reversal spell run to other professions. From the beginning, Nazawa only needs to consider whether to work for the magic high school or for a magician family that can protect her.

It's a job anyway, so she worked hard for the former.

At least there are people here that she wants to protect.

"What? It's so boring. It's because I came into contact with those old men too early that Naoko always lacks sleep."

"That's fine." Naoko felt that she would have to blame him sooner or later.

Gojo Satoru briefly looked at Xiaohui, then looked away as if he didn't see it.

Humph, he didn't want to know what kind of woman that guy got together with to make a child.

Xiaohui, who didn't intend to answer and couldn't answer, paused in spitting out watermelon seeds.

I don't know why I want to beat him up.

Xiaohui was distracted and spit out the watermelon seeds, and Gojo Satoru, who was hit, immediately fought back.

One of them was forced and the other took the initiative to start spraying at each other, and Xiaohui was covered with a layer of watermelon seeds in a short while.

"Remember to clean up after spraying. If it's too messy, Getu-kun will get angry. He looks like a devil when he's angry. It's like the anger tank that's been accumulated bursts out in an instant."

Gintoki ate a few more watermelon seeds while they were spraying them. He was used to Gojo Satoru and Xiaohui confronting each other. Since the day Xiaohui came, Gojo Satoru's nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes.

Just like a baby's world is completely centered on himself, Gojo Satoru is the same. He firmly believes that no one in the world will hate him except those conflicts caused by positions.

But compared to Zenin Shier, who can still explain it with positions, Xiaohui is even worse.

Gojo Satoru still thinks that there is something wrong with the aesthetic concept of the Zenin family.

Just when they were about to decide the winner, the bun-headed girl who went out shopping popped out from behind the sofa.

"You guys are having a lot of fun, Satoru, Hui. So happyYou must have the strength to clean the sofa, right? "

Gatsuyu's tone was as if you said you couldn't do it, you'd be dead.

Gatsuyu's parents, who didn't hear this, laughed behind him. They had prepared enough, but they were still worried that they wouldn't have enough to eat, so they ran all the way to the center of the county to buy food that young people like.

Gatsuyu said that desserts and beer were enough, and the three of them would be very happy. Xiaohui didn't hate anything, and a child who had already had a hard time growing up would eat everything obediently, so feeding him something sweet should be just right.

As a result, when I came back, I saw the big and small ghosts competing in spitting watermelon seeds.

The spitting watermelon seed competition was stopped.

Gintoki and Naoko stood up and walked away from the battlefield, rushing to the desserts and beer that Xiayou Jie had just brought back.

Xiaohui jumped off the sofa with a swing of his legs, and picked up all the scattered watermelon seeds with a tissue.

"Look! It was that little ghost who picked it up first! "Gojo Satoru lay on the back of the sofa, trying to prove his innocence.

Mother Xia Yu was already shaken just by looking at the pair of grievance-written ice-blue eyes, but Xia Yujie was not fooled by this way of shirking responsibility: "There is really no way, Satoru, if you can't clean it up, I will have to not give you dessert. It's a pity that you lined up in the county's famous dessert shop to buy traditional desserts that Satoru would like."

How naive.

Xia Yujie didn't know how many times he had seen Gojo Satoru perform similar tricks.

Even Mr. Ye Moth wouldn't believe it, how could he let it go easily.

If the child is not closely watched, he will go up to the roof and tear off the bricks and tiles. Xia Yujie can sit and watch him tear down the house as he walks.

But he won't stop him before he wants to tear down his own house.

Gojo Satoru was shocked and made a pitiful expression: "It won't taste good if you miss the best time to eat it. ”

“So Wu will definitely be able to finish cleaning before the deadline,”

After saying this, Xia Yujie did not forget to touch Xiao Hui’s head: “Xiao Hui is such a good child, come and have some juice after cleaning.”

“You only touched Hui and not me! It’s so sad, so sad that I don’t have the energy to clean up. I leave it to you, Hui, hurry up and get ready to have dessert!”

Gojo Wu said, not intending to put any effort into throwing the work to Xiao Hui.

The child who was cleaning well was stunned, as if he had never expected that there would be such a shameless adult in the world.