Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

In the private room reserved by the assistant supervisor, Mingming sat with legs crossed, with an intriguing smile on the corner of her lips.

"It is said to be a very high-level cursed spirit, but it was able to be exorcised by two people in a short period of time without any support. It is rare that the singer would misjudge the information of the cursed spirit."

Mingming's eyes swept over them, but did not find Gintoki's figure. She raised her eyebrows to signal them to explain: "I wanted to say this, and of course it will be presented in the report. What is the current situation?"

"Don't use the excuse that the cursed spirit that will actively search for the enemy is so weak that it is outrageous."

"As expected of Miss Ming, you are really sharp. I can't hide it from you at all." Gojo Satoru pulled out a chair and leaned back on it.

Of course he knew it.

Even if it was just a face-to-face encounter, how heavy the cursed spirit was could be hidden from his eyes.

Of course it is a special grade.

"Are you asking questions based on the assumption that there will definitely be problems? You're raising the tension from the beginning. But Gintoki and Naoko went with the assistant supervisor to order food, so there's no need to use these tricks on us."

Sugiyama turned on the tap on the table and placed a glass of water on everyone's seat.

His movements were smooth and his hands didn't tremble at all.

The tension strategy was completely in vain.

At least Gojo Satoru and Sugiyama Satoru didn't waver at all.

Gojo Satoru kicked the ball back easily.

"Why not ask the singer about the current situation? Although she's just singing and dancing, she's been there from beginning to end."

Iori Satoru tightly grasped the teacup that had just been filled with water, trying her best to avoid throwing it directly at his face.

"I admit that I can't directly join their battle, whether it's the cursed spirit or the Zen temple."

"But you're going too far! What's wrong with using honorifics? Modern Japanese, please learn some social etiquette!"

"Eh——" Gojo Satoru said listlessly.

He clearly conveyed a message: there's no need, he won't do it.

"Eh what!"

I want to beat him up even more!

An Utahime suppressed her anger

"Satoru, it's not good to always bully the weak."

Two scumbags!

An Utahime took a few deep breaths.

Indeed, now she is the one with the most say.

Whether it's discovering traces of the cursed spirit or tracking it down, and then the whole process of exorcism, she is on the front line.

Say it or not.

Gintoki is not here, and the assistant supervisor is not here either. Even if An Utahime said it, it would not have much impact on Gintoki.

She has no reason to hide it.

An Uta grew up in a traditional shrine family.

The importance of etiquette and the observance of rules were engraved into her instincts at an early age, along with spells, palm seals, Kagura and dance.

Unlike a sorcerer.

She has a strong sense of responsibility.

An Uta's lips stammered, and she wanted to say something, but finally recalled all the details of the battle.

"Very strong."

"So strong that when I think about it now, I still feel the scorching air burning my skin. If it weren't for that Zenin guy."

I would definitely die.

At that moment, being able to take a step by instinct was the only resistance, and this was the absolute gap in strength between the strong.

For An Uta, just one step was the result of her best efforts.

But for the clepsydra, it was just the crawling of the insects before they were burned out.

It was like the attack range of a cannon.

Would he care if the insects deviated from their original positions a little bit?

No.

"Because he stopped the attack in an instant, I was able to survive. Even though I am still young, my strength is definitely not something that can be summarized as one level."

"It's special grade."

"Special grade." It's not an unexpected conclusion.

Mingming's eyes passed the people on the table and looked at the door on the side.

Gintoki, who had just ordered and came back with a bowl of rice, happened to meet her eyes.

Chills.

It didn't look like she was looking at a junior, nor was it looking at a sorcerer. That was no longer an expression of looking at a human being. The truth hidden behind the intriguing smile was just like that.

Nakedly judging Gintoki's value.

"No sale! No matter what you want, I won't sell it!"

"My charm didn't conquer you, that's a pity. If you use it well, you can make your wallet rich just by raising your hand."

So charming.

Gintoki immediately took the food and sat down next to Mingming: "It seems that Gin-san has misunderstood. My wallet has been completely conquered by your charm. What is the content of the commission? Let me first tell you that Gin-san's price is very expensive, at leastThis number. "

Gintoki held up a few fingers, waiting for Mingming to raise the price.

This is how sorcerers who deal with money all year round are.

Even if Mingming won't transfer a penny of the money in her bank card to Gintoki, the price she offers is definitely more exaggerated than the price Gintoki himself quoted.

With a reasonable offer and a willing investor, Mingming can sit and wait for the money to run to her bank card.

The more she looked at Gintoki, the more satisfied she was. The smile on Mingming's lips became more sincere. She leaned close to Gintoki's ear and whispered softly.

"You are so impatient. The night is still long. We can talk in detail."

The two reached a consensus for the wallet in an instant.

Gojo Satoru smiled, but veins popped out on his forehead. He strangled Gintoki's neck with his arm and dragged him to them: "What are you talking about in detail? If there is anything you can't say, tell me."

"Dirty strawberry milk curly hair will definitely not sell for much money. You can buy your life with a bank card. ”

“Gin-san’s life can’t be bought with a bank card. Don’t measure my soul with your prejudice.” Gintoki was strangled by the neck and patted the seat next to him to signal a stop.

“Unlimited General.”

“Okay, let’s talk about it in detail. Are you really going to give it to me? You really are not kidding, Wu-kun. "Gintoki decisively took his bowl and moved to the seats next to Gojo Satoru.

Mei Mei, who was opposite, supported her cheeks. Even though she was interrupted in the middle of the conversation, she did not show much dissatisfaction on her face.

She licked her lips gently: The possessiveness of a young man.

Kaguya Suguru narrowed his eyes and smiled helplessly: It's just childish.

[However, let's stop the investigation here.]

Kaguya Suguru opened his eyes, and his smile was mixed with a bit of cold distance. He was completely different from the way he was pouring water for everyone just now.

[It's not Miss Mei's style to get to the bottom of things. As long as we keep a distance, it's good for both of us.]

[No matter what that guy is hiding, he is also our peer.]

Huh~

Possessiveness is not just about one person.

Nowadays, all the younger generation of sorcerers are like this.

Mei Mei glanced at An Uta who was drinking water next to her.

Fortunately, there are still such people.