Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

Who wants to attack Heping?

Gintoki released his hand that was tightly pressed on Geto's shoulder and looked forward.

The shaking sensation did not ease at all.

Strictly speaking, such violent shaking was not simply because Gintoki was trying to shake Geto, but because the whole car had been shaking violently with them since just now.

The car, which should have been a means of transportation, exerted a lethality that it should not have, and ran over the steps and broke through the barrier.

In the end, it crashed into the quaint Japanese building.

The history of the high-level officials in the world of sorcery can be traced back thousands of years.

Every detail in the building is filled with a sense of traditional atmosphere.

Simple instead of complex, with profound Zen, elegant and restrained.

Based on this aesthetic principle, a large number of wooden materials are used. Now the wood color is compatible with the ancient years, standing in the long time without falling.

It shows the authority of the high-level officials in the world of sorcery.

In summary, as a base building, as long as it has something to do with simplicity, it means that it has nothing to do with modern building materials.

So the wooden boards that have stood firm in the long river of time were smashed one by one.

One by one, the layers of ancient style sliding doors were broken.

For a while, there were exclamations and attacks forcing the car to stop. Gojo Satoru looked so happy that his upper body was about to stick out of the car window, waving his arms to the extreme.

"Hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Your expressions are too funny. We are here to deliver special products. Where's Nitsuko~ Hey - Nitsuko, we are here to find you. You didn't get bullied when we were away."

People's sorrows and joys are not the same. He was hanging outside, staggering, completely ignoring the lives of everyone.

Especially the curse master uncle who was called a special product.

Save him quickly, he's about to break.

Tortured by Gojo Satoru all the way, the mental state of the curse master uncle has been facing collapse in front of the naked eye.

Everything accumulated has reached the limit. He is like a sugar cube gently thrown into a teacup. In the blink of an eye, he collapsed into a mess, and even the common sense to maintain himself has disappeared.

The curse master uncle tightly grasped the steering wheel, and actually regarded it as the last straw of life. The muscles of the whole body were tense, but the two eyes were empty and lifeless, looking at the broken wooden fragments in front of him numbly and desperately.

The teeth collided with each other, and in the trembling, they murmured and made meaningless murmurs.

"Why do you step on the accelerator as the brake! Listen! When you want to stop, step on the brake, brake! Come back and take the driver's license again, uncle!"

Gintoki stood up in this extremely divided atmosphere, crossed the barrier between the front and rear seats, passed through the handbrake, and stepped hard on the brake.

The only one who was stepped on was the curse master uncle.

He seemed to really regard driving as his life's pursuit, and he defended the brakes to the death.

"Hey! How much do you like brakes! What will happen if you step on them? Will you die? Now those who rush around will really die, and will achieve a dead end!"

Gintoki roared and stepped on the curse master uncle twice more, forcibly stepping on a hole under the car.

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he kicked the whole uncle and the car door out.

At that moment, the curse master uncle had tears in his eyes as if he was relieved.

"I really accept it. That's why I hate four men squeezed in a car. I can see that they have already seen the three scenes of heaven, earth, and hell."

Gintoki finally sat in the driver's seat from the back seat.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be amused by something again. He held his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and he didn't forget to invite Gintoki to watch together.

"You're here too, Gintoki. I can't see any shadow of the glass, but there are quite a few rotten oranges. Was that one specially aimed at? It hit the bull's eye."

"Which bull's eye? Our lives? It's almost shot through. Be quiet and don't move."

Gintoki sighed. As the only adult in the car who had passed the driving test, he took on the responsibility of stopping the car.

He raised his hand and touched it.

"Huh? Shouldn't there be a steering wheel here? It was pulled out by the uncle. How much does he like cars? Forget it, the brake position--"

Brake.

Huh?

Gintoki looked back in shock.

Brake--!

Gintoki sat in the driver's seat with a pale face.

There was no steering wheel, no brake, and it was useless even if it was stepped on the bottom and kicked twice. The accelerator that was broken inside was still working diligently.

Too diligent!

It doesn't matter if you don't work so hard!

This really became a triptych of heaven, earth and hell.

Originally I wanted to immerse myself in my own thoughts, butXia Yujie, who had come to a conclusion, looked at the two people in the front row who were quite extreme, and couldn't help but sigh and pinched his sour eyebrows.

The next second.

The shaking and bumping car was lifted into the air.

The cursed spirit held the car with extremely high lethality, and its sharp teeth pressed against the metal, biting the part of the fuel tank accurately, and the fine and broken residue and gasoline flowed together.

The barrier in the high-level base of the curse world roared, and the weak cursed spirit had no ability to resist under the barrier, and disappeared in an instant.

The car landed smoothly with a bang.

For a while, except for the sound of the barrier warning and Gojo Satoru's wanton laughter, the air seemed to condense.

Gintoki reacted and raised his leg to kick Gojo Satoru: "This is not what we agreed at the beginning! What on earth did you do!"

Why did it suddenly become like this!

Gojo Satoru, who leaned out of the car window with his unlimited skills, had to raise his arm to protect Gintoki: "How do I know that scum is so casual? I didn't do anything."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru simply threw the pot over: "He may have suddenly awakened to the ideals and beliefs of protesting against the old oranges. How wonderful."

"This reason is too blunt, Satoru. A weak person driving a car to self-destruct is just like an ant trying to shake a tree. It is meaningless if it can't change anything."

This may be the absolute gap between the strong and the weak. The weak can't even resist themselves, so the strong need to protect them.

But now.

Geto Suguru had to postpone this issue. Just like Gintoki said, this is not something that can be carried now.

Before becoming a special-grade sorcerer, the power of destroying a country has not been mastered in his hands.

If there is not enough power, talking too much about ideals is just a beautiful castle in the air.

Become stronger.

Together with them, become the strongest.

Then change the entire world of sorcery. If not, there is no way to realize the ideal of being a sorcerer for ordinary people.

Gintoki shuddered.

The familiar feeling seemed to be rising. It's not his problem, it should have nothing to do with him!

Before they could move, the crisp sound of swords being drawn came from outside.