Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The content of cursed power in Japan is particularly rich.

The probability of giving birth to powerful cursed spirits and cursers is also much higher than that in foreign countries.

However, despite this, there are still very few people who have the talent and decide to become cursers and enter the curse high school.

It is normal that there are only a few people in the whole grade, or even no students at all.

So when Angeji learned that there would be four new students in the new school year, she was also looking forward to it.

What kind of skills do they have, and what kind of people will they be.

No one in the second grade was enrolled at all. This is the first batch of cursers that Angeji has come into contact with.

She has to be a senior and guide them with the spirit of role model.

From physical training guidance to the method of fine control of cursed power, to all aspects of the curse world.

It is hard to say that she has not imagined related scenes and the respectful calls of the juniors.

This expectation was ruthlessly shattered on the playground where the seniors and juniors met for the first time.

"Oh, really, it feels like they should have stayed here for a long time. Where did that group of scum run off with Nozomi now?" If it was them, they should have noticed something was wrong.

An Utahime, who was originally listening to music in the CD rental store, was running forward along the traces of the cursed power.

Under normal circumstances, the behavior pattern of the cursed spirits is relatively fixed.

Except for special cases such as locking onto a certain person and chasing, most cursed spirits will stay in a fixed place, waiting for humans to come to them.

But the breath that An Utahime felt when listening to the song moved very quickly.

So fast that the palpitations caused by danger seemed to be just an illusion.

It was as if the cursed spirits had their own thoughts and were actively searching for the enemy based on the target.

In the downtown area.

This was also the reason why An Utahime was very panicked.

Whenever the cursed spirits killed humans before the sorcerer arrived, the impact would spread at a very fast speed.

At that time, it would not only block the news, but there would definitely be a large number of casualties.

"The breath of the cursed spirit only appeared for a moment, and there was no trace of the cursed power being contaminated."

"I hope I am just mistaken."

While she sacrificed her rest time to work overtime, what on earth were those guys doing?

An Utahime frowned, thinking of the scene where Gintoki was surrounded by ghosts and sleeping with a pillow.

She shook the picture out of her mind.

No, ghosts are fine, but it is impossible for him to sleep soundly in the encirclement of cursed spirits again.

An Utahime, wearing a short skirt uniform from the Jujutsu High School, moved swiftly among the crowds that were as dense as the tide at night.

Passersby would even stop to watch her from behind from time to time, which added unnecessary trouble to the work of finding people by following the cursed power.

She had already sent messages to the assistant supervisor and her partner, Mingming, and the phone in her hand was now on the interface of Naoko in the address book.

She instinctively wanted to avoid Naoko joining the front-line operations.

Apart from Iwa Utahime's personal feelings, she still believes that a combat-capable sorcerer should protect a pure reversal spell user.

Besides, the current level of the cursed spirit is unknown.

Rather than letting Naoko join the battle, it is better to let her wait nearby after giving a warning.

While quickly editing a text message with her fingers.

Iwa Utahime finally arrived at the place where the traces of cursed power were the strongest.

She subconsciously raised her head to confirm the name of the store, and when her finger pressed the send button, her eyes were almost dazzled by the rapidly flashing neon lights.

"Pachinko... eh? Is it wrong, but there is indeed one in there."

Iwa Utahime was stunned for three seconds before she realized that the first-year students came out of the high school to play pachinko: "Isn't this pachinko! Sure enough, those scumbags are not good, they will definitely lead Naoko astray!"

It would be great if the application for changing classrooms could be approved, but it was rejected by Mr. Yemo.

It is said that Naoko adapted well in the first grade, but what's good about this! It's a devil's cave!

Iori Uta was just raging at the air in front of the pachinko shop.

She stepped on the marks left by someone and stamped her feet fiercely, as if she was stepping on them in this angry action.

Whether it was Gojo who was disrespectful to his seniors and had a bad personality, Geto who smiled with narrowed eyes but called weaklings, or Zenin who acted lazily and sang out of tune.

If any of them affected Naoko, Iori Uta would have to cry by herself.

She already drank and smoked, and had many bad habits that were difficult to quit. Wouldn't she be even more degenerate if she got involved in pachinko? Such a cute Naoko, she was about to become a bad girl!

Although it was her first time to enter such a shop.

But for Naoko, rush!

"Gojo, Geto, Zenin——" An Utahime looked like a parent who came to catch a child.

She angrily passed by a bunch of uncles fighting in front of the pachinko machines, and accurately found the conspicuous white-haired man in the crowd. An Utahime felt the tension in her heart loosen.

She walked straight over and slapped her hand hard next to Gintoki's seat.

"Hurry up and explain! Why did you bring Naturo here? No... why are you so excited? You're just a high school student. Don't you know what the current customs business law is?"

Even if the age limit for gambling games like pachinko is more relaxed than that of regular items, it's not something that a mere high school student can cheat.

How can you look like you're 18 years old? Your face!

"Singer," Gintoki turned his head to look at her, and then continued to play pachinko as if nothing had happened: "Just bring a basket."

"Call me senior! What basket? Do you hear me? You continue to break the law calmly, idiot!"

"Really, the tension is gone, and you just deprive Gin-san of his fun. Are you a mother who is obsessed with preaching because you want to take the child home? You are too fast to take this script. Be careful not to accelerate aging."

Iori Singer was silent for a while.

She grabbed the armrest beside Gintoki and flipped the seat fiercely.

"Don't talk about aging to girls!"

"Got it! Don't touch public facilities. What if you break it! It's rare for Gin-san to make a little money, and it's not convenient to redeem the prize and run away. Let me change it for you. Chocolate!"

After a while, Gintoki collected the basket of small steel balls he won.

"You are too nervous, are you so worried that your daughter will become independent? No matter what changes happen, isn't Nazo still Nazo? Nothing will remain unchanged in the process of growing up."

"And don't underestimate the character setting. Let alone the small steel balls, even if there are five Gojo-kun, it is impossible to transform Nazo (Gojo version)."

"This is something engraved into the soul."

Iwa Uta followed him, chewing the chocolate bar like a squirrel.

Although she doesn't like sweets, dark chocolate is just right.

"If you are close to vermilion, you will be red. If you are close to ink, you will be black. This is how people interact with each other. When the person doesn't pay attention, the influence has already occurred."

People themselves are like a work of art.

Interacting with others is also a process of polishing oneself.

Small aspects include the tone of speech and small movements of doing things, and big aspects even the views on some things can be subtly affected.

Gintoki fell silent holding his small basket.

Oh no, if there is any change in their character setting, it seems that he will have to bear the blame.

Gintoki immediately changed the subject: "It's okay, it's okay. Puberty boys and girls are like rags that have been wiped with milk. They absorb everything. No matter how much they absorb, what's left in the end is actually the smell of rotten milk."

An Utahime chewed chocolate and shouted angrily: "Who are you calling the rotten rag?"