Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

After the meal, the chef said that he was really fine.

Hey, is it really okay? Or can you come up with a standard script?

As long as it's food made by Naoya, mom will like it no matter what the taste is. That kind of motherly script?

No matter how you look at it, it's the same. Ah, Naoya-sama! Thank you for your reward.

No, it's not possible at all. The Zenin family has become a mass training base for bad-tempered brats.

Gintoki skillfully whipped the whipped cream while supervising Zenin Naoya's every move.

"Don't try to be lazy!"

"Yeah!"

Anyway, no matter how he did it, Zenin Naoya seemed to be genuinely happy.

It seemed like Gintoki was a villain who exploited his labor.

How could things turn out like this...

Gintoki was thinking as he spread butter on the baked cake base.

In the past, when Gintoki was still the protagonist in the original crew. Most of the tasks he helped were commissioned tasks, and some were sudden situations that were so tragic that they made people feel a pang of conscience.

Various people gathered in Edo, and Gintoki was just one of them. He lived on the upper floor of the Tose Tavern in Kabukicho and ran an inconspicuous Yorozuya.

He couldn't save everyone.

The tighter you hold it, the easier it will dissipate. What you love and hate are all scattered sand, becoming his irreparable pain.

So the same is true for the Zenin family, which has been rotten from the root. Just leave it alone. If you leave it alone, there will be victims who are hurt by it and hate everything about it, and they will offer the most passionate curse at the cost of the life of their half-sister.

But.

Gintoki went against the destined path of the comics, starting from the moment he was hugged by his mother.

After all, comics are comics, and the lives of comics are still in the hands of cartoonists.

But their lives are alive.

Whether NPC or extra, everyone lives a real life. Struggling with all their strength, adapting to survive.

Gintoki couldn't say that the future would be like that anyway, so he just ate the cake and covered his ears. He now wanted to take the hands of others covering their ears.

Gintoki embellished the cake with the last strawberry. In the surprised eyes of Zenin Naoya, he cut a small piece and stuffed it into his hand, "Go give it to your mother."

"Why? Such a small piece, I can't eat it all by myself." Zenin Naoya was a little dissatisfied. I thought it was a reward for him, but he had to give it to others.

And even if he completed the task and returned, Gintoki would not share his cake with himself.

He must have eaten it all by himself!

"What are you talking about? That's enough. Mom did go through the huge pain of squeezing out an earth from her body to give birth to you. You can't give an earth to mom in return. So it doesn't matter how much, just give it to mom."

"Even if you have an earth, you won't give it to mom."

"You talk as if you can have an earth. You are very ambitious. Now you have something as advanced as a lofty ambition."

"Hmph, leave me a copy."

"I know, I know." Gintoki waved his hand.

Zenin Naoya held the cake. The cake he and Gintoki made together was a joint project in a sense.

Then he gave it to his mother.

This verb and that noun, just put together, made Zenin Naoya feel a sense of strangeness.

Mother...

Zenin Naoya didn't remember his mother's hug. Even if she was always there, always busying meaninglessly for something he didn't know, Zenin Naoya's impression of her was more of a habit than intimacy.

And the name that never changed.

Naohito-sama, Naoya-sama.

Such a mother is no different from a servant, but she is his mother.

Zenin Naoya once stretched out his arms to her, waiting for a hug. The woman did lean over and hugged her, gently, but not warmly.

Because Zenin Naoya knew that she was just responding to his request.

Just like now, she would have the same reaction.

"Eat it." Zenin Naoya opened the sliding door and handed the strawberry cake to the woman.

The mother took it obediently without asking any questions, ate it obediently, and then asked Zenin Naoya with a smile: "Is there anything else you want me to do? Naoya-sama."

Naoya-sama. Naoya-sama.

Zenin Naoya had no expectations, and he didn't know what he needed to do.

What is the expectation? Looking at the empty cake plate, he shook his head and turned away.

This is good. It has always been like this. He couldn't understand why Gintoki insisted on him delivering the cake. To prove that the genius Naoya of the Zenin family has mastered new skills?

Mother has always been like that.

As long as Zenin Naoya asked, she would do the corresponding thing. Hug him, treat his wounds, or praise him. It's like a beautiful doll, an accessory to him and his father. This is the most normal thing, a normalized daily life.

Gintoki waited, waiting with a small piece of strawberry cake. Except for that small piece, the other cakes were quickly finished, leaving only a little cream on the corner of Gintoki's mouth to prove the existence of the past.

That small piece of cake was waiting for him alone, as if waiting to fulfill a promise.

Seeing Zenin Naoya's expression, Gintoki knew that nothing had happened. The mother's frozen heart melted under her son's kindness, and the two of them hugged each other with tears of joy. It was a very eight o'clock drama.

He silently pushed the small cake to Zenin Naoya.

Zenin Naoya sat down next to him and ate the cake elegantly and reservedly.

"It's so unpalatable."

"Hmm."

"It's not sweet at all."

"Hmm."

"..."

"You are the only special person, Gintoki-kun."

"..."

Gintoki silently looked up at the ceiling.

Ah, the unfamiliar ceiling. To be honest, it's your twisted family relationship that is special!

Why did he have to come to Zenin's house! Why! Since he came in, there are eight o'clock drama crews everywhere! Do you have to pack up a lot of tangled interpersonal relationships and throw them in front of him! He is not an emotional expert!

Gintoki patted Naoya on the shoulder, "Hurry up and give Gin-san the money. We've made another cake, so it should be at least 100,000."

Naoya immediately hugged his arm, "Are you leaving now? No."

"How can I stay here forever? Pay me the money, kid! If you want to extend the time, renew it!"

"300 million on credit!"

"How is that possible!"

Finally, Gintoki wandered back to his residence as if he had been drained. Today was really tiring, both mental and physical labor were tiring, and he was really not good at emotional conversations!

But fundamentally, there was no hope! Zenin family!

Gintoki fell asleep, and then was picked up again in the middle of the night. It seems that the people of the Zenin family take care of children in that way. They just pick them up and leave when they don't agree with each other. From the small details, it can be seen that they don't care about the children's thoughts at all.

Gintoki wanted to protest, but he didn't move, as if he was just a corpse.

Because even though he was exhausted physically and mentally, he remembered what he had forgotten. He screwed up, screwed up, after running out of the small dark room, he forgot and ran back as if nothing had happened.

This is a complete success in escaping the prison!