Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

Actually, it is not that difficult to guess.

The setting sun near the horizon gathers the afterglow on the earth, and the hazy orange-red pulls the shadows away. The speeding electric scooter and their figures are all integrated, as if the distance between their hearts is also close.

Gintoki raised his head and looked at the sky covered by golden leaves.

A long, long time ago.

As early as the childhood of the previous life, Gintoki once studied in Yoshida Shoyo's private school.

It doesn't matter if there is no tuition, Shoyo will not refuse any student who wants to study. It doesn't matter if they can't find the direction to move forward, Shoyo will guide them to embark on their own path.

In a world where men keep going to the battlefield and losing their lives, women keep losing their sons and husbands, and children keep losing their loved ones.

It seems that only this corner carries the hope like a firefly, allowing students to read books and have expectations for the future.

No matter what kind of Bushido, what kind of road, Shoyo will not deny them. Just like watching, providing knowledge and swordsmanship that can help them grow.

But the life of a samurai who was alone with a white-haired child was not really rich.

"Ah, Gintoki, Gintoki!" He found that his child popped out from the wall like a scout, shouting Gintoki's name and running away quickly.

"Although I don't understand why your brain is broken, it's so annoying." Gintoki looked over suspiciously with his sword in his arms. I can beat him, I can definitely beat him!

Before the brothers started the friendly competition, Songyang, who had appeared at some point, put his hand on his head.

Gintoki looked up and saw the man's gentle smile with his eyes narrowed: "I'm unexpectedly busy today. Gintoki, can you come and help me tidy up my house?"

Gintoki nodded at the man.

The autumn sun warmed the bedding, and Gintoki folded them one by one and stuffed them into the cupboard.

"I'm surprised you also say you're busy."

"Really? But it's tiring to do everything by yourself," Songyang sat next to him and wrote on the textbook: "People can't live alone. When they feel tired, when they want to stop, when they get lost on the road, they become extremely fragile."

"But as long as we gather together and rely on each other, we can be strong together."

"You are already as strong as a monster by yourself." Gintoki finished packing and sat next to Songyang decisively.

"The monster's sword is only swinging for you. What you need to do is not to own the monster's sword. Instead of living on the battlefield of killing, you should find your sword, a sword that belongs to humans and can fight to protect souls."

"Then one day, you will surpass me."

How can you become so powerful?

Since Gintoki can remember, the sword moves he got from fighting with adults on the battlefield are completely useless.

Songyang's strength is overwhelming. With his smooth movements and calm attitude, he gently but mercilessly knocked Gintoki away again and again, waiting for Gintoki to rush over again.

The gap in strength is so huge that it is terrifying.

But Songyang said it confidently as if he knew the future.

Is the answer at the end of this road?

"It's almost time, let's go together." Songyang looked at the direction of the sun to determine the time, put the textbook in his hand into his arms and stood up.

"What time?" Gintoki looked at him in confusion.

"That's right," Songyang walked outside, and Gintoki immediately stood up from the tatami and followed his pace in three or two steps. In the confused sight, Songyang's smile deepened: "It's a secret."

"Isn't it time to reveal the secret? Why are you still keeping it a secret?"

"Because you think, like a classic quiz show, you always have to whet the audience's appetite before telling the result. If you tell it immediately, the channel will be changed immediately."

"Just whetting my appetite will only make people feel uncomfortable!"

Songyang pushed open the door with Gintoki, and Katsura Kotaro's voice came from inside immediately: "Are you here, teacher? 3, 2——"

"Happy birthday."

When resources are severely scarce, even a piece of paper is rare.

They took the paper that had been used so many times that it could no longer be written on, dried it, and folded it into paper cannons that would make a sound as long as they were thrown hard.

Two popping sounds rang out, and Gintoki glanced at his classmates with excitement on their faces, raised his head and looked at Songyang.

"Haha, it's not my birthday, did you forget? Today is the birthday I chose for you."

"Happy birthday, Gintoki." Songyang looked at him gently.

In the end, it was only the red bean rice ball that was said to be a birthday.Does the rice ball taste better when you don't have to make it yourself?

"I'm already eating it." Songyang held up the rice ball he had already taken a bite of.

"You accepted it so quickly! Forget it, you can't underestimate how poor our family is. We've been extravagant and added non-daily dishes to the birthday party. This month will be hard."

"Don't be sad, I'll give you this," Katsura Kotaro put the hollowed-out pumpkin on Gintoki's head without waiting for Gintoki to express his opinion: "I was planning to fold something with paper."

But there was not enough material for the firecrackers.

After weighing the pros and cons, they found the pumpkin head. Unlike paper that can only be discarded after playing with it, the pumpkin can be picked and eaten again after wearing it.

"You're totally confused! This is a different festival! Did you just accept the new setting naturally after hearing it on the street?"

"Don't complain, this is the current situation." Takasugi bit his rice ball and poked his pumpkin head: "It's troublesome to carve expressions on pumpkins."

"It turned out that you did it!"

He was already playing with a nonchalant look on his face. His usual expression of asking for a beating is actually a manifestation of his sultry nature!

The empty expression of the pumpkin head revealed the dissatisfaction of the person in the middle.

"What a silly face."

"What's the position of the person who carves the expression?"

Although he was still very poor, this happy birthday surprise that was proposed by someone unknown and successfully implemented was still popularized.

The children were familiar with this routine and would cooperate with the instructions, and only showed a surprised expression when they pushed open the door.

Gintoki felt that it was almost the same traditional plot now.

He rushed into the Jujutsu High School with Glass as if nothing had happened, and then walked towards the dormitory with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened.

However.

If you think about it carefully, the situation here is different from before.

Not to mention red bean rice balls, you can even eat all-you-can-eat Manhan banquets.

It's different when you are in a wealthy place.

Just as Gintoki was about to put his hand on the door, a figure jumped out of the window next to him.

"Hi, welcome back." Gojo Satoru appeared like a flash, raised his hand to make a seal, and the next moment a hair brushed past Gintoki's ear, "There's a mosquito."

"Damn mosquito! You must be aiming at me!"

Ganoko distanced herself expressionlessly.

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, a cute action like a wink, which clearly expressed a message in Ganoko's eyes.

No matter which link went wrong, they must have failed.

They were ruthless to the birthday boy, trying to delay the time to face reality.