Although Gintoki's Jujutsu High School uniform perfectly covered the bandages wrapped around him.

But it was Naoko herself who treated his injuries, how could she not know those tiny wounds.

This was the umpteenth time Naoko had tried to use the reversal technique on Gintoki.

But the result was the same every time, Gintoki didn't even feel anything, let alone the effect of the reversal technique.

Naoko finally couldn't help complaining.

"It's hard to comment on things involving fighting style, but this attitude of not caring about adding workload to doctors is really annoying."

Knowing that he was injured and there was no way to heal.

Shouldn't he avoid getting injured as much as possible?

Why did he look like he was not going to die anyway, so he rushed to his death?

"Hey, Gin-san's injury is not as important as work. He lacks the love of his comrades!"

"It's inevitable if you look at a face that doesn't inspire love from your comrades."

"You're just throwing the blame on me? What exactly do you dislike about this face? Do you hate it? Physiologically?"

"Maybe there's a crosshair on the face that people will aim at."

Sugasawa Geto tried to understand the logic of the reversal technique taught by Naoko, but found that he failed to understand it, so he quickly joined the discussion: "It's a matter of fighting style. He could have retreated to a place where he could avoid it, but he rushed forward without thinking."

"Since we are sure to win, it is necessary to pay more attention to the issue of defense during the battle. Gintoki, you are different from us. You have a physique that cannot be cured by Naoko's reversal technique. Think more about your body."

Sugasawa Geto found it difficult to describe what that feeling was like.

Desire to protect?

Indeed, rather than leaving the enemy to them, Gintoki prefers to follow his own battle trajectory, as if he could easily solve the enemy, quietly reducing the pressure faced by his companions.

But what exactly is that kind of tension that cannot retreat?

"Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict," Gojo Satoru tried to use the reversal technique several times while they were chatting, but there was no response.

The action of lighting up new skills failed!

Sure enough, the level of explanation of Glass is too poor.

How can the only person who can use the reversal technique still use the onomatopoeia teaching method? How can a ghost understand it?

He put his arm on Gintoki's shoulder, and his tone was full of understanding: "It must be a habit cultivated by the Zenin family. Where is your battlefield? Japan? Abroad? It's impossible that you can practice it by fighting curse spirits and curse masters."

Compared to Geto Suguru who left halfway, Gojo Satoru observed for a longer time and from a more comprehensive angle.

The self-sacrificing desire to protect that he had since childhood is of course always there.

In addition, what is more obvious is the sense of responsibility that seems like a symbol.

Just like a general who must unite other soldiers on the battlefield.

Let them not fear the cruelty of the battlefield.

Not terrified by the sacrifice of their companions, not confused by the victory or failure of the war. Instead, they are united and firmly believe in victory and rush forward.

For this reason, Gintoki's back will become a banner to stabilize the morale of the army.

As long as he is here, he will not lose.

As long as he does not retreat, the whole army cannot retreat.

"I'm so used to people looking up at my back. Who do you think we are? We're not the stalkers of the Zenin family. If we put us together, we'd be the strongest in the world of spell arts, not to mention the Jujutsu High School."

"So stop hiding it, and tell us quickly. As long as we say we don't know, even the old man of the Zenin family won't know that we know."

"I have the right to remain silent!"

"Then count it. Jie, one vote, Naoko, one vote, and I vote," Gojo Satoru counted the number of people, and then announced as a matter of course: "Total victory."

It makes perfect sense.

Where is this battlefield, how can I say it!

There's no such thing abroad, and it's impossible for Jiujiu Yuki to build a large battlefield for him.

If I have to say it, it's actually in another crew, and you can't get through it if you don't catch up with the popular time travel trend now! And Silver O is almost forgotten by the times, so even if you catch up, you can't go there.

What battlefield is that!

Seeing Gintoki's weak expression and no response, Gojo Satoru began to be dissatisfied with being ignored while holding his shoulder.

"Don't think you can't hear me." Gojo Satoru's men began to shake him vigorously.

"I know, I know, wait a moment, Gin-san is thinking about how to catch up with the trend, which truck, vending machine, or abandoned building may have a passage."

"Since it is the battlefield of the Zenin family, the Gojo family, which is also one of the three great families, has no internal intelligence"Getoro held the other side, controlled the amplitude to prevent Gojo Satoru from re-opening the wound, and shook it together.

"If there is a large-scale operation, we should be able to find traces, but unfortunately, we didn't get such information."

Gojo Satoru spread out his remaining arm helplessly, and imitated Glass, shaking his fingers as if explaining.

"Getoro, although I have the best relationship with Gintoki, but the relationship between the Gojo family and the Zenin family--"

He stretched out his voice to keep it a secret, and concluded with a smile: "It can't be worse."

Getoro joined the shaking Gintoki team on the surface, secretly listening to gossip: "The usual power struggle?"

Not satisfied with the triangle of the three great families, are they determined to determine which one is the pinnacle of the world of curse?

"If that's the case, it might be easier?"

"Can the suspenseful part be skipped directly? "

Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks, and he listened to the audience's opinions without laying too much groundwork: "It's a feud."

Where is this fast forward to?!

Suguru Geto and Naoko stopped shaking their hands.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be talking about someone else's family, and supplemented the previous cause with a relaxed tone that had not changed.

"Think about it. Both the Gojo family and the Zenin family became famous families because of the existence of ancestral rituals."

"And five hundred years ago, a six-eyed man in the Gojo family was killed by the head of the Zenin family at that time."

Gojo Satoru made a gesture of closing his fingers: "Use the method of mutual destruction."

"Wait..."

"Since then, the relationship between the Gojo family and the Zenin family has completely deteriorated. I don't have a good face when I go to their house. I can only play in the remote yard that seems to be reserved for cursed spirits. Fortunately, it got better later. "

Suguru Geto raised his hand and held Gojo Satoru down.

"Geto?"

"This topic is totally inappropriate for this kind of occasion. Let's just wait and see."

Family feud.

People from two families are right in front of them!

How can they listen to this gossip? They can't even laugh!

"Really, the kids nowadays always talk about battlefields. I'm afraid they'll be infected by the atmosphere of middle school when I walk on the street."

Gintoki agreed in a compromise while shaking slightly.

"If you take that path, you can't turn back. You'll have to carry the darkness of the battlefield for the rest of your life and it will be deeply engraved in your soul. Do you still want to know that?"

What family feud.

It was forgotten in an instant.

The three people nodded happily, simply because Gintoki opened his heart to them.

"Of course!"

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