Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The last word is the bottom line.

Unlimited technique! No.

There was no sign of activation, and Gojo Satoru was kicked away with a confused look on his face without even using it.

Now even the other members of the Gojo family became nervous. This shouldn't happen!

Although they didn't focus on physical skills when training Gojo Satoru, considering his age, they trained him in practical aspects such as knowledge and techniques.

But since Gojo Satoru himself has been put on the table.

That means he has the strength to fight against the sorcerer alone, at least to the extent that other members of the Gojo family come to support him.

That should be the case!

Gojo Satoru himself thought so too. After today, he would be allowed to go out.

But he was kicked away by his peers before he even hit the enemy. What kind of operation is this!

Where is the genius? Where is the unlimited technique!

But the guests from other families didn't think as much as they did. After all, they had never seen what the unlimited technique was.

Now the more important issues are other issues. The future head of the Gojo family was kicked by a poor kid who seemed to have not eaten enough for 800 years. How will this end?

Gintoki, who had already gotten into trouble, looked at Gojo Satoru who was slumped on the ground, without any ripples in his heart.

Would you feel guilty for snatching food from the kid? No, not at all. Gintoki felt good when he saw the delicious food in front of him.

It would be painful if it was snatched away!

He waved his hands, as if to drive away a small animal, "Go away, aren't you the eldest son? The kingdom built by your father is enough for you to squander. Isn't there a pile of food next to it? Anyway, no one will eat it. It's enough for you to eat one table and then dump another. Before you become a villain who thinks that food eaten by others is delicious, so you have to take it away, you should correct your mistakes quickly."

Suddenly convicted.

Gojo Satoru got up from the ground, nimbly slipped into the gap between Gintoki and Shinji, and actually went up to grab it: "This is originally mine. If you want me to agree to let it be your family's dining table, you have to give at least something. It's not something that can be solved by turning around three times and barking."

"Young Master is Young Master, I'll eat your food and thank you for your hospitality. Should I write you a 500-word essay to thank you? I've eaten something delicious that I've never eaten before, and it's really eye-opening for Gin-san. Hum, the food is just ordinary sushi and ordinary crabs, there's no sushi on top of sushi."

"Sushi on top of sushi? Stack them together and eat them? You actually have a longing for rice on top of rice, it's hard to understand."

"What are you talking about? Apologize to sushi, you straight-haired bastard!"

"You're born with refreshing straight hair, you're jealous."

"Gin-san can beat you up now, right? I can beat you up now!"

The children were fighting for food together in a state that was incomprehensible in the adult world.

Knowing how difficult their little ancestor was to deal with, the Gojo family members stopped in their tracks. Eating more is a good thing. At least in this atmosphere, they can't drag Gojo Satoru back to the atmosphere just now.

The adults who attended the banquet in the Zenin family selectively ignored that most of the children gathered over there were from their family.

Just pretend that they didn't see it, didn't see it.

After all, Zenin Naoya, can be regarded as contact with Gojo Satoru, so it's very smooth.

They don't care about the extra ones.

Amid the noise of the children, the banquet returned to the atmosphere just now in the adults' fake smiles.

Even if Gojo Satoru pulled away, the topic revolved around him. It has nothing to do with Satoru's own wishes. This is the symbol of the world of spells, the fate that the six eyes have to bear.

After a short night of glory.

Gintoki was put in confinement the next day.

Back to the previous article, the Zenin family is a simple and traditional family.

Whether it is Zenin Naoya who was educated by the elite, or Zenin Shiji who was raised in the wild. Every move he made was filled with an elegant and classical temperament. It was not something that could be completely abandoned by cutting ties in one's heart, but something that had been ingrained in Zenin over a long period of time.

Just like eating sweet rice dumplings, drinking salty tofu pudding, and adding sugar to tomato scrambled eggs, it was a habit imprinted in one's DNA.

Gintoki seemed out of place.

His painting style was so unique that he looked like a wild child who had been lost by the Zenin family eight hundred years ago and had been found only recently, wandering outside for many years. Not to mention temperament, Zenin

Nothing in the Zenin family is engraved in his DNA.

If he goes out and says he is from the Zenin family, others will be surprised.

Gintoki squatted in the small dark room and ate cold rice peacefully.

Noburo spoke to him outside: "Gintoki..."

His tone was heavy.

After slowly uttering a name, the surroundings fell into a strange silence.

Only the sound of Gintoki grumbling and scraping rice was heard.

"Stop eating!"

"Have you thought about it for so long just to torture Gin-san's stomach? I have despaired of the Zenin family's food. If you want your children to go out without shame, you should reflect on what kind of life you have given them! Have you worked hard for so many years? Have you followed up on the food? If you can't eat, you can't eat!"

Zenin Noburo was shamefully persuaded. Yes, the Zenin family doesn't really regard relatives who have not inherited the technique as relatives. Since Zenin Noburo himself only possessed the power of spells but no spells, and worked for the Zenin family, he actually knew it very well.

But.

For thousands of years, the Zenin family has continued in this way.

Even if it is magnified to the entire world of spells, it is all the same. The upper echelons of the family monopolized by the family inheritance have always been like this.

His expression relaxed, as if he was talking to Gintoki, but it seemed that he was just talking in his sleep.

"The lower-class people oppressed by the Zenin family are oppressed because of their incompetence. Gintoki, you are a good child, leave this land." This land is full of curses and has been oppressing people for thousands of years.

Exploit, oppress, twist, twist. A family that prayed to the sky in extreme madness in exchange for a miracle.

Leave here.

There is no hope from the very beginning, so...

"I won't leave." Gintoki finished the packed meal, threw the lunch box aside, and lay on the ground leisurely talking to Noburo, "It doesn't matter what the world is, society, or anything like that. I only care about one thing, and that has never changed from the beginning to the end."

"Gintoki..." Noburo wiped his nose with emotion.

So embarrassed, he was so old, but he almost cried when he heard the little ghost's words. Is this the childishness that hits the heart directly? Then I really hope that Gintoki will never change.

But wait, he is not really that old!

It's all because Gintoki always calls him uncle, which makes his mentality old.

Zenin Noburo was very moved, and then he didn't give the key in his arms to Gintoki.

"Then you stay here first."

"Hey--!! Under normal circumstances, wouldn't you be very moved and unlock Yin Sang's cell door, you bastard uncle!"

"You have nothing to do here for a day, and if I open it for you, both of us will be in big trouble. Sacrifice you for the happiness of you, me and him."

"Where did he come from!"