Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

"Don't blame me. This is the latest fashion trend. Whenever we squeeze into the same shot, there will be a strange CD and radio drama mass production, but in a while, you can see the latest pairing script on the pink software. Gin-san is from the next crew, so it's safer. Don't take me with you." It's too scary to take him with you. What kind of posture and what kind of emotional line is mixed into a ball of wool? It's like sandwiching cookies on the top and bottom. If we put them together, we will definitely squeeze into a strange Shura field. Zenin Naoya is positioned in this way! Prejudice! Discrimination! But this is the atmosphere! It's all the Zenin family's problem, right? ! It's really incredible that it can last for so many years. Gin-san admires it. How to continue from now on? It's better to say that the surname has been changed.

Thinking of this, Gintoki felt relieved again.

"Since it's the last one, it doesn't matter if I do it casually. I'm sorry, I just used a strange filter. Now I feel that reality is strange, but I don't really need to add a filter."

He ate while talking, as if he wanted to treat the Gojo family's dinner as his own table. He ate and took food while eating, and spoke incoherently.

Shier didn't hear what he said clearly, but his intuition was that he was scolding the Zenin family.

In Shier's heart, he and Gintoki could cut ties with the Zenin family.

So it's okay, just scold.

Shier nodded and picked the food that Gintoki didn't endanger.

As expected of the Gojo family that held a big banquet, even in this occasion, everyone was socializing like a noble family, and no one would come to eat, but the taste and quality were not taken lightly at all.

Gintoki felt that Zenin family should learn from him while eating!

Learn from him!

So in this situation, when Gojo Satoru entered the door, he first saw not the distinguished guests who came in line, but the trio who were eating and looking, but not looking at him.

He felt a little angry.

The silver-white hair without any color, which was extremely dazzling in the indoor lights, the moon-white kimono without any decoration, and even the pure white eyelashes of the same color as the hair, were all decorations to set off the blue eyes.

The expression of the Son of God was indifferent, and his eyes did not tremble at all, as if he was not happy with things or sad with himself, and the praise of the world had nothing to do with him. Gojo Satoru was born to be the darling of heaven.

The more people praised, the more they stared at those eyes.

Even from beginning to end, Gojo Satoru did not cast a single glance at them, as if they did not exist.

But no matter how indifferent he looked, it was something his mother had said several times in advance.

What as the Son of God, he had to show a sacred feeling in front of people. He is very handsome. The praises from the side are like a flood, trying to swallow him up in the waves of praise.

Gojo Satoru was angry in a childish way.

It was the people who looked about the same age who didn't see him. Is the food so delicious! Those are all his! Because Gojo Satoru was born to inherit the Gojo family, everything in the Gojo family belongs to him.

It doesn't matter if he gives it to others, but ignoring him just because he eats is too outrageous!

Gojo Satoru is Gojo Satoru!

I am the six-eyed one of the Gojo family!

Between being really angry, or suppressing his temper to maintain a noble and cold state.

Gojo Satoru is still a child after all.

Another premise is that he has been given high hopes and endless self-confidence since he was a child, and his self-esteem is ridiculously high.

So he was frankly angry.

Surrounded by the aristocratic families, he ignored the star-studded gaze. Gojo Satoru slowly walked towards the two people who were eating heartily, without paying any attention to the hand his mother stretched out behind him.

Even though that was his biological mother, there was a gap between the mother of a mortal and the holy Son of God. His mother failed to stop him, and after subconsciously raising her hand, she no longer had the courage to stop him.

Gojo Satoru lived in such a world. A father who was proud of him, a mother who respected him, and servants as numerous as stars. Food, clothing and daily expenses were all top priorities.

He was praised to the sky and did things completely according to his own wishes.

As for the eyes of others, the judgments and evaluations made on him without authorization. Gojo Satoru didn't care about those, at least now he could ignore them openly.

"Hey, I'm Gojo Satoru."

The pale and jade-like little boy walked straight to the dining table. He introduced himself in a reserved and arrogant tone.

If it were left to those big men who were ignored by Gojo Satoru to judge, they would easily distinguish what was hidden and expressed in the boy's words.

Gojo Satoru.

First, Gojo, then Rokugan, and finally Satoru. Because it was Gojo, the land they stood on belonged to Gojo Satoru, and the food they put into their mouths belonged to Gojo Satoru. At the moment when he was Rokugan, this was a certain fact.

Gojo Satoru had everything.

This was also the origin of his self-confidence and pride.

Shier could understand more or less. It was not that he deliberately thought about the psychological state of the children of the noble families, but he had seen too much and practice made perfect.

Born with talents and abilities far beyond ordinary people, what was wrong with stepping on these ordinary children under his feet? Just like people can crush insects under their feet, he can naturally look down on all living beings.

Shier put down the plate in his hand and stared at this new monster in silence. Gojo Satoru seemed to sense something, and his pale eyes looked at him.

Gojo Satoru certainly didn't take him seriously.

He just sensed his presence. Shier was as small as a stone in the world of sorcerers, but Gojo Satoru could sense him.

Shier raised the corners of his lips slightly.

He was a little curious about what kind of chemical reaction this monster would have with his idiot.

After a moment, Gojo Satoru turned his attention back to the object of his attention.

Gintoki had no interest in the circles in their stomachs. Even if he knew that this was the first appearance of an important character and readers could transfer money to him, he still succumbed to the temptation of the buffet.

Stealing food? It's not like he's going to steal food, right? There were only him and Shier at this table. He had never met Gojo Satoru before, and it wasn't love at first sight: You look so pleasing to the eye when you eat, it makes my heart flutter.

So he didn't come for people.

Then he must have come for food. Gintoki increased the speed of stuffing food into his mouth. That's why he hates children from noble families who are born with everything and want to snatch food from others because they think it tastes good.

He didn't know whether Gojo Satoru would do such a thing!

But his trust that Gojo Satoru was a good child when he was young was unfortunately trampled under the importance of the dining table.

So before Gojo Satoru reached out to grab it, Gintoki took decisive action in advance. With a speed that ordinary people could not match, and without caring about the fact that the other party was the host, he kicked Gojo Satoru away: "This is my dining table! No one is allowed to get close!!"