Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

"This is the battlefield...?"

"Yes."

The four of them stood in a row on the street.

Pedestrians walked by them, and a few of them even showed reproachful expressions when they noticed the place they were observing.

Just two glances, in the eyes of Geto Suguru, seemed to be the beginning of depravity.

Already depravity!

He grabbed Gintoki, and prevented Gintoki, who was already exuding a decadent atmosphere, from falling into the abyss again: "But this is obviously a pachinko shop, and it's newly opened."

The place they were facing was a pachinko shop.

It was opened in a remote street corner in the downtown area of ​​Tokyo, connected to various izakayas, convenience stores, and CD rental stores, and all kinds of cheap light signs were hung on the store.

You can imagine how colorful the light would be when night falls.

It must be a store that Geto Suguru and his friends would pass by without even a glance.

And Gintoki, who brought them here, happened to be very familiar with the place.

But.

What about the influence of the Zenin family? What about the fighting habits formed in childhood?

This brand new pachinko parlor is not only newly opened, but also looks like an ordinary-sized store.

It is impossible for them to walk in and pass through the secret passage to enter another venue.

"Do we have to go inside to find a specific guide to give a secret signal to get the qualification to go there?"

"Ah? How can a guide stay in a pachinko parlor? You have watched too many All-O Hunters. It is not a good habit to think about everything from the perspective of comics."

Suguru Gor clenched his fists.

That's not the case.

Suguru Gor is not a junp party at all.

He has used the intelligence from the spy movies he saw on TV to make up for Gintoki.

However, the fallen man did not care about Suguru Gor's efforts at all, just as he did not notice the strange expressions of passers-by.

"Suguru, you have tried your best. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to connect this place with the battlefield."

Gano pointed out calmly.

As expected, if it is something that he does not want to talk about, he will definitely keep it a secret.

Don’t let yourself be tortured to despair by Pachinko and think that this place is also a battlefield that is equally desperate.

The battlefield suddenly looks cheap!

“Yeah, it can’t be a dark battlefield no matter how you look at it! It is neither dark nor a battlefield, but everything is engraved into the soul. Will the soul really have no objection?” Gojo Satoru echoed and pointed.

He knew that Gintoki liked the game that used small steel balls to bounce out and then fall.

But it was disappointing.

I thought I had finally uncovered the secret of growth that Gintoki had concealed.

What kind of Pachinko did I play in the end?

"You are just being long-winded. You just haven't seen the cruel side yet. The neon lights have lowered your vigilance. The battlefield of pachinko is very cruel. It is a bloody history of washing small steel balls with small steel balls."

"I felt like I was redeemed at the moment of collision, but it was actually a misunderstanding. In the end, all that was left was gray regret. But to be honest, Gin-san felt that the feeling was particularly good today, and he will definitely make money."

He has completely fallen.

Gintoki was completely immune to the eyes of his peers and walked towards the new pachinko shop and the new pachinko machine.

The three people who were a few steps behind looked at each other.

Since we are here, let's follow and take a look.

In the pachinko shop where night has not yet fallen and it is full of people just after school, the figures of the four of them are also particularly conspicuous.

Geto Suguru followed behind and watched their battle.

In this battlefield where only the joystick in hand can be relied on, and they have to fight alone.

Gintoki's gestures were extremely skillful, and it was obvious that he had experienced countless battles.

Gojo Satoru knew how to win just by looking at the pachinko machine, and he moved the joystick casually.

Naoko didn't care about the result, she just watched the small steel balls collide and fall, and moved in one direction every time.

In this process, she also understood the reason for the so-called salvation of the soul.

Because you only need to repeat fixed operations, you don't have to think about anything.

The only tension comes from staring at the trajectory of the small steel ball and expecting it to hit the place where it falls.

If you can ignore the final result, listening to the sound of the small steel balls colliding is also quite relaxing.

Finally, at the door of the pachinko shop, under the flashing neon lights.

Gojo Satoru, who made a lot of money, Naoko, who basically didn't lose money, and Geto Suguru, who didn't join the gambling at all.

The three of them looked at Gintoki, who was sitting next to him with his head in his hands, with a decadent face.

"This is unreasonable! Why can a novice make a lot of money, or even get back his investment?. All the efforts I made in pachinko, in the end, were all in vain! "

"What a pity, I should have stopped there, a small profit is better than losing all the money in my pocket."

"Everything a person who made a lot of money says is ironic! Why would such a winner in life really appear next to Gin-san? Shouldn't the people who gamble with him be madao, madao in every sense."

"What is madao?"

"A useless uncle wearing sunglasses or something like that."

"What is your prejudice against sunglasses?"

Gojo Satoru pouted and took off his unpopular sunglasses, with a slight smile in his pale blue eyes: "Because you want to cry? I can lend it to you."

"Who will cry! Why is Gin-san mourning the complete deflation of his already not rich wallet, while you can make your wallet, which is already full to the point of overflowing, even fatter! If you spread rumors again, I will use all your money to help me! "

Gintoki had no shame in asking for money from his peers.

How could this be considered asking for money? This was a lesson for the teenagers to learn about the cruelty of pachinko.

Because Gojo Satoru and Nazori didn't learn the lesson of gambling at all, Gintoki sacrificed himself to make a friendly appearance.

It can be considered an investment!

You don't even have to pay it back.

"What I earned from pachinko can only be called pocket money. I'll give it to you as pocket money."

Gintoki looked at the 50,000 yen note in his hand. He was still full of anger even though he got the money: "Damn rich people!"

After regaining his strength, Gintoki rushed into the pachinko shop again.

This time, the three of them stayed outside.

Nazori raised two fingers: "Gojo, you spoil him too much. If you give him too much, it will take him more than two hours to lose everything."

Kao Yui calculated the time and retorted: "That's equivalent to never winning. According to the probability, it can't be so miserable. "

Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually: "It's okay, Gintoki won't spend all of it. So he will be out in about two hours, let's go to dinner first."

A new bet appeared, and they reached a consensus in an instant.

It's still time to go shopping first and then come to inspect.