Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

As we all know, the most essential difference between a curser and a sorcerer is that they have the talent of a sorcerer but use it recklessly without considering the interests of ordinary people.

Every curser needs to have a case of injury or murder to be identified.

Some of them will be locked up immediately, and it will be determined whether they need to be educated or executed in secret according to the situation.

The rest are the type who have awakened their identity as a curser and immediately fled.

Even if they are still human biologically, the sorcerer world will completely identify them as curses.

The sorcerer world will issue a wanted order.

However, sorcerers generally do not take the initiative to hunt down cursers.

Everyone is essentially still at work.

Fighting curse spirits every day is tiring enough. No one is willing to consciously go to find a curser to kill, and they don’t have a hobby in this regard.

As long as they don’t blatantly call themselves cursers, not every sorcerer can immediately match the wanted order.

What’s more, the three of them are just students.

Besides, this is a downtown area, and even if they recognize it, they can't use the spell.

Even if one of them has the six eyes that are said to be magical, the uncle is still bewitched by the information from the top of the curse world, and sits next to them and listens to all the content.

And he began to pay the price with his eyes.

Gojo Satoru was naturally smiling while talking.

His eyes were smiling as if he was looking forward to having fun, the corners of his lips were raised easily and wantonly, and the words he uttered were like the chirping of a bird, rising lightly.

But if you disobey the order, you will die.

Intuition is crying like this.

Definitely die.

The blood vessels he pressed would burst in an instant, and his arm would be pulled out by the roots.

Even such a painful and cruel process was compressed into a few seconds, when no one passing by could react.

It was as if existence itself was just an illusion, and he easily disappeared from the world.

In that difficult moment when he hated himself for living in the world.

Gojo Satoru would still smile, as if he had stepped on an ant on the roadside.

For the first time in his life, the curse master uncle was so grateful that he had a car.

So he could sit in the driver's seat, and let Gojo Satoru, who was acting like a great man, sit on the passenger seat with his legs crossed.

Gintoki was pointing and talking in the back.

"Don't be reluctant to turn on the air conditioner. Four men squeezed in one space, there must be a smell. But isn't this smell a bit too bad? The sweat glands are too developed, uncle."

The curse master uncle hurriedly lowered the temperature of the air conditioner, his teeth trembling and colliding, and the overdeveloped cold sweat almost made the roulette wheel under his hands slip.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and gave an order.

"Eh? Is it that cold? It would be bad if it broke down before it could work. I agree, you can open a crack in the window next to you."

The curse master uncle hurriedly pressed all the buttons in front of him.

There were horns and flashes, and finally the wipers were turned on, but the windows were not lowered.

For the first time in his life, the curse master uncle hated that there were so many messy buttons in the car.

He might as well get rid of them all, leaving only the window button to save his life!

Gojo Satoru pouted in disdain.

He is still a curse master with this, how shameful.

He wanted to change seats, and leaned on the seat with his slender body to look back.

Xiayou Jie had a complicated expression.

Gojo Satoru didn't want to change seats, and he quietly shrank back.

For a while, there were only horns and flashes in the car, and Gojo Satoru was disgusted and pointed the way from time to time.

The reason why Xiayou Jie felt complicated was actually very simple.

He now realized that he lacked a family background in the world of curses, and unless he became a pure commissioned curser like Mingming who was only driven by money, it would be difficult to move forward.

The sorcerer obviously exists for ordinary people.

But what shines at the end of this road is not the ideal scene, but the reality.

Sorcerers also have survival problems.

They are dragged down by complicated tasks, and they don't even have the wealth to guarantee their own rights and interests.

The meaning of fighting seems to be just to protect a small number of ordinary people who are unaware of this and can live and work in peace.

Originally, this should be the meaning that Geto Suguru pursued.

To be able to become a strong man, to be able to use his own strength to protect the weak.

No matter what Geto Suguru himself will become, he will not have many complaints.

But now, knowing the part of darkness that Naoko wants to hide from him, and seeing the peace that Gintoki and Gojo Satoru tacitly help Naoko protect.

It is difficult for Geto Suguru not to put the sorcerer in the hands of the sorcerer.The rights of the magicians were also considered.

Then I had to admit that what Glass had thought was very accurate.

She was like a bright glass, which could see through all the shadows hidden in the entire magic world. After recognizing everything, she could calmly accept that the current situation was so dark.

But Geto Xiayou couldn't help thinking.

If they wanted to change this situation, it would not be possible to rely on institutional reform alone. What they needed was a thorough revolution.

So what should he do in this huge project?

Gintoki was sitting next to Geto Xiayou.

When he was actively brainstorming, Gintoki felt that a revolutionary star was about to shine vividly next to him.

Help, will Geto Xiayou come over and shout at him to expel the barbarians in the future?

It might be okay just like this.

If he accidentally becomes an idiot with a head full of electric waves, it will be over!

Thinking of this, Gintoki decisively raised his hand and slapped Geto's head hard: "Don't let yourself think about it!"

Without giving Geto a chance to react, Gintoki took advantage of the situation and shook his shoulders, shaking as if the whole car was shaking along with him.

"That's about it! You are the type who will drive towards the cliff carelessly. That alone is not enough. You want to add some extra burden to your brain? It doesn't matter if your brain cells die in batches? It doesn't matter if they all die in such a place!"

"You are just a middle school kid. Don't think about it all day long. That's why I don't want to play with you!"

Anyway, this matter was definitely not serious enough to make Geto disillusioned at the beginning.

Don't expect and then be disillusioned without permission!

"Since Naoko knows how to play dungeons by herself, she has to take back her freedom by herself. So we can just go and exchange this uncle for Naoko's freedom, and go back peacefully. This is the final answer!"

"Gintoki~Gintoki~"

Before Geto Suguru answered, Gojo Satoru called him from the co-pilot seat.

"Ah?" Gintoki turned his head viciously, "Gin-san is defending the growth direction of young people and stopping Xiaoshu before he runs towards the detour overnight. Nothing else is as important as this! Unless there is a Jump bound volume blocking the road ahead!"

"That's true. Jump bound volumes don't have long legs," Gojo Satoru pointed to the chaotic scene ahead.

"There should be no peace either."