Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The sharp and piercing bullets and gunshots roared together, and the sound of rocket launchers was heard intermittently.

The figure and everything around it were covered under the suppression of firepower.

Before he could confirm Gintoki's figure in the smoke, the dense gunshots were fierce again.

No human could escape from such a dense attack of hot weapons, unless they were no longer human.

Gintoki rushed out of the thick smoke with his eyes closed, and the gray-white smoke swirled around him, but could not restrain him at all.

Obviously dealing with so many guns and cannons.

But there were no new scars on his body, and even his face with water stains was calm.

There was no desire for life, and no fear of death.

As if he was accustomed to it like a ghost.

"Monster..."

From the beginning, this was not a simple task of using heavy weapons provided by the employer to attack weak humans.

It was a hunt of humans against beasts.

They were fully armed but had no idea of ​​the opponent's strength, and went into battle with contempt.

Failure was inevitable when they accepted the mission.

That man must have known this.

Gintoki didn't ask them who was behind the scenes, and the Toyako in his hand quickly passed by, and in just a moment, he had knocked everyone down.

They had already made such a series of plans against him personally.

Gintoki was not so confused as to guess who was behind it.

But why?

Why was it necessary to attack him? Why didn't they do it earlier? Why did they choose this time? What does it mean?

Gintoki wiped his eyes casually, squatted down and chose the shortest person to strip his clothes.

He wrapped the wound with a cloth strip, replaced the high school uniform stained with poison gas, put on a helmet to cover his eyes, and then moved towards the direction of the auxiliary supervisor standby.

"How lucky." Gintoki touched his pocket and took out a potion.

No problem, this is probably the antidote. He inserted it into his upper arm with his backhand, and threw it away after injection.

The assistant supervisor on standby saw his figure from afar and waved: "Zenin-kun!"

"Hey, the car is not full, give me a ride. I can't give up this opportunity to hitchhike, saving a lot of money." Gintoki greeted and turned to face the car.

He came back too late, and Haibara and Nanami were already sleeping together in the back seat.

"Is the injury okay?"

"Yeah! Haibara's injury is a bit serious, and Nanami's body is all scratched."

"Really." Then I can finally sleep.

"Um, Zenin-kun..." The assistant supervisor started the car and was about to ask Gintoki what happened to his clothes, but saw that he had fallen asleep leaning on the back seat.

The assistant supervisor smiled and kept quiet, moving towards the direction of Jujutsu High School.

In any case, it's great that all the second-year students of Jujutsu High School can come back safely.

It was a great fortune to meet a reliable senior.

In addition to the reward they took the initiative to transfer, he applied for a bonus for Gintoki as an individual.

It was already late at night when they arrived at Jujutsu High School.

Haibara, who was very tired from sleeping in the car, couldn't wait to get out and stretch: "Good! Full blood revived!"

Nanami pressed down the energetic Haibara: "Don't disturb Senior Zenin. You were affected by the curse, be careful not to let the wound that was treated with great difficulty break open, I can smell the blood."

"No problem! I don't think I need to ask the senior sister of the family to help me," Haibara made a small bodybuilding pose.

Then he looked at Gintoki who was still sleeping: "Speaking of which, was Senior dressed like this before?"

Probably not?

Gintoki appeared too suddenly, and they separated too quickly.

So could it be that they all remembered the wrong clothes Gintoki was wearing?

But no matter what, it shouldn't be this outfit.

A helmet covering the face, a black work suit that tightly wraps the body, a tactical vest with unknown contents, and if a gun is added, he can go to the battlefield in a minute.

It doesn't match this person's style at all.

The assistant supervisor whispered to them for help: "Zenin-kun seems very tired, and he hasn't been awake in the middle of the journey. Can you help take him back to the dormitory?"

"No problem!" Huihara excitedly lifted up his sleeves and quietly reached out to hug Gintoki out.

As a result, as soon as he reached out, he touched a sticky liquid.

A familiar feeling, an increasingly strong smell.

The bloody smell on Huihara and the others was not because their wounds had burst open and needed urgent treatment from Nozomi.

It was because the smell in the carriage was slowly becoming too strong.

It was so strong that everyone could not feel it.The room gradually became stained with this smell.

It is impossible to recognize it wrong, but it is because it is too familiar and I am too sure that Gintoki will not be the source, so I wonder what it is.

Huihara pulled her hands back, and the blood on her hands was shocking under the moonlight.

Nanami held her breath at the same time.

They rushed into the auxiliary supervisor's car.

"Drive in!"

"I'm contacting the senior sister at home. Please drive on the main road first. You may have to go to the teaching building or dormitory."

"Ah! How could this happen! Senior Zenin--!! Wake up!!!"

"It's okay, I said you need treatment, let's go to the infirmary!"

Noseko has become accustomed to receiving communications from the juniors' auxiliary supervisors this year.

Every time, she would make an appointment in advance, hoping that Noseko could be on standby in the infirmary.

Unlike her peers who only occasionally needed her treatment when they first entered school, the juniors are more in line with the positioning of ordinary sorcerers.

Going on a mission is accompanied by injuries of varying degrees, and painful wounds can also occur when one is reckless.

Naoko always takes care of them with all her heart and responsibility, thus laying the foundation for a good relationship.

So it was almost the same tonight.

As a result, Naoko faced the patient she least wanted to face.

Blood dripped down her trouser legs, staining the pure white infirmary red. An idiot who cannot be cured by the reversal technique, but who cares least about himself and is better at endurance than anyone else.

"Zenyuan?"

Don't be ridiculous! What on earth did this idiot go to do!

Naoko swallowed all the words forcefully.

As a doctor, she dealt with the emergency in an orderly manner.

Severe anemia requires blood transfusion, and the effect of the cursed power strengthening the body even keeps the coma, so even the needle can't get in.

Naoko temporarily gave up on breaking through Gintoki's defense mode and put the liquid that needed to be replenished aside.

"Oral administration, all of this needs to be poured into him."

Habara, who was ordered to take the task at the critical moment, struggled: "All of this?"

Nanaha had already supported the back of Gintoki's head and picked up the medicine bag to pour it in: "No, even if it is poured in, he will spit it out by himself."

"Put on the oxygen mask to replenish oxygen for him, and then pour it again." Natsuko treated the bleeding wound and gave the order.

Time dragged on too long, and the slim-fitting clothes had been stuck to the penetrating wound.

There were no dirty traces of cursed power, and judging from the size, it was obviously a trace left by Lake Toya. Does this bastard have a grudge against me? !

Natsuko patiently soaked it in sterile saline.

After pressing to stop the bleeding, the medicine was applied.

The equipment was still not enough.

She had to at least prepare a full set of medical equipment.

Who knows when it will come in handy, just like tonight.

Nishiko bandaged the wound that had been treated to stop bleeding, and held Gintoki's face before he could spit out the isotonic balanced solution that had been poured into him again.

"Gintoki, wake up. Drink it! Don't spit it out again!"