Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

It was so refreshing.

It was so refreshing that it didn't seem like they were doing a big event to resist the upper echelons of the sorcery world, nor did it seem like they were going to be enemies with the entire sorcery world.

It was as if the unfinished vacation was extended at this moment, adding a game that was not at the summer festival to their unrestrained youth.

If they participated in the festival in Iwate Prefecture, they would feel like this.

Gulp gul ... Even though she looked away from the boys, the smile on her lips still did not fade.

She grabbed the old man who asked her to treat him.

In the face of the other party's extremely angry and twisted expression, Glass raised her hand.

"It's incredible that one day a rotten orange can be pleasing to the eye. It's necessary to treat it. Even if you encounter a bad patient, the doctor must fulfill his responsibility."

"After all, I am a doctor." Glass smiled, and the light of cursed power appeared on her hand.

"You... Ieiri Glass, you!"

"You're welcome, I have things to do. If I leave those idiots who only care about fighting to do whatever they want, they will cause a bigger mess."

As soon as the voice fell, Glass clenched her fist and smashed it hard on the wrinkled face of the senior executive.

The cursed power of the reversal technique and the pure physical attack.

Which one works first?

Anyway, the result is the same. The high-level officials were hit by the impact and twisted to one side. They fell on the ground with their legs up in the air like cockroaches and could not get up for a long time.

"So for the sake of the magic world, just stay here."

Noseko ignored him readily.

With a brisk pace, he ran towards the communication room.

The barrier of the high-level officials in the magic world does not have the function of reporting to the outside.

The closer this building is to the area where the high-level officials are active, the less modern it is.

It is illuminated by the flickering candlelight of candles. When conveying decisions, people are directly called here, or the people in the supervision department receive orders and then convey them.

When the supervision department conveys orders, you can see various modern technologies such as telegraphs, landlines or telephones.

However, for the high-level officials in the magic world with traditional and orderly thinking, let alone accepting scientific and technological methods, the possibility of allowing modern technology to transform historic buildings is very small.

It is a common problem of feudal old men to ignore technology after mastering magic.

In the past, their communication method was simple and lacked efficiency even if it relied on manpower.

But now, this point is convenient for Gintoki and his team.

As long as they act quickly, the news will be over in the upper echelons before it is spread out.

Isn't that equivalent to nothing happening?

"I'll go with Naoko." Kaguru Geto saw Naoko's direction.

Seeing that the battle with Gintoki as the absolute center was already one-sided and rushing towards victory, Kaguru Geto decisively withdrew and followed Naoko's pace.

"It's okay, it's more than enough to leave it to Gintoki and me. The upper echelons are like paper, and they are directly under the control of rotten oranges, so they are prone to slackness."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand at them.

As for what they were going to do.

Who knows.

If they were not going to pull out the rotten oranges who were hiding, they might just go to the toilet together.

Gintoki waved the knife.

No matter who was present, the wooden sword would only feel ordinary.

But when Gintoki was so skilled that he used Toyako as if he was using a part of his body.

Whether it was the huge impact of the opening and closing, relying on the powerful force to blow away the sorcerers.

Or the strong oppression of skillfully seizing the advantage in the originally outnumbered battle at the cost of injury, and pursuing the victory.

All of them forced the armed forces to succumb to Gintoki's control and lose the initiative.

For them, there was no chance of winning if they advanced, and there was no place to retreat.

The blood splashed by Toyako was endless, and when they subconsciously fled and rushed towards the direction of Geto Suguru, what awaited them was just a kick.

Just one blow, it was enough to make people unable to move again.

Gintoki was too skilled, so skilled that he seemed to have integrated into the battle.Each movement was extremely concise, and each action meant that someone fell.

Like Shura dancing on a knife.

At this moment, the people who witnessed everything understood what the name of White Yasha actually carried.

It was the admiration and respect for the strong.

At the same time, it was also the endless fear of monsters.

Whether it was Yasha or Shura.

Even if someone gave him the name of a ghost, I am afraid no one would have the slightest doubt.

There was only one thing.

Such a powerful person could never be a human.

Obviously, the swordsmanship was superb and excellent to the peak.

The armed forces who also fought with knives could not help but be moved by it. This was the human knife that was honed to the extreme.

But as enemies, no matter how much they admired, they could not appreciate it. They could only fear the monster as the one who was crushed.

"White Yasha."

"Monster..."

In the endless fear, only Gojo Satoru could appreciate it with a normal heart.

Battlefield. White Yasha galloping on the battlefield.

Perhaps it is not difficult for the Zenin family to provide a battlefield for Gintoki to grow up.

If we look at the fact that Gintoki had training experience when he was six years old, or even earlier, it is easy to understand that he has accumulated a lot of experience over a long period of time.

But there are hundreds of large-scale battlefields.

Where in this world are there such frequent wars, abroad?

"Gintoki, is it interesting abroad?"

"Huh?" Gintoki didn't expect Gojo Satoru's topic to suddenly jump out of an unknown channel.

How to say this, Gojo Satoru won't pester him for local specialties, right?

Gintoki ate all the Hawaiian chocolates he brought back without any hesitation.

Gintoki looked at Gojo Satoru with a strange expression: "It's normal. They say that the moon is rounder abroad than at home, but it's the same everywhere."

"It's really abroad! You went there secretly for a long time without telling me. No wonder you were not there when I went to look for you. You sneaked away. You're so cunning. Take me with you next time."

"You're not going there for fun! Don't make it seem like Gin-san is living a good life of relaxation all day long. I've said that watching Jump is just a break from work!"

"I'm not going there for fun either. I'll reimburse your travel expenses. It's no problem to buy all the strawberry milk at the convenience store."

What a tempting proposal.

Gintoki was a little moved for a moment. Why not introduce Jiujiu Yuki to Gojo Satoru.

On the other side, Naoko, who arrived at the communication room, just opened the door.

Geto Suguru immediately stretched out his arms to block her.

In the darkness, a man's chuckle that sounded like admiration came.