Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

Time goes back a little.

——2013.7.6

The lights in the cinema dimmed, and the audience around him were all in darkness and silence.

Only the warm popcorn bucket on his lap was filled with the gentle aroma of buttered popcorn to comfort him.

Gintoki stuffed the popcorn into his mouth and swallowed it with the juice at hand.

He and the audience around him laughed a few times as the plot developed.

Until the laughter around him disappeared.

It turned into a mourning silence.

Gintoki raised his head and saw the scene on the screen as expected.

The tip of Lake Toya had pierced his chest, causing Gintoki to subconsciously use his body senses to capture the pain of Lake Toya passing through his body, mixed with the long despair, with a bit of relief.

No matter how long it has been, it is hard to forget the feeling of drinking water in the desert.

He recalled it belatedly, but for him now, it was already a thing of the past.

On the screen, he traveled thousands of miles from five years ago to the future through a time machine, and stood in front of Gintoki, looking at their end in shock.

After all, no one knew that the protagonist would become a world-destroying boss.

How much do they want to recycle waste?

Picking out a character who was solved during the anti-foreign war and then forgotten for eight lifetimes in the main film, there is actually such a side effect.

There are all kinds of curses before death on the anti-foreign war battlefield, and it is common to curse with fierce words.

I have long been used to it.

However, the curse that I have heard but not taken seriously is true.

Our world has collapsed.

Among the ■■.■■ billion people on the earth, 30% died directly from the white curse, and 40% escaped from the earth.

The remaining 30% did not die directly, but they could not escape either.

Being close to death, they seem to be squandering their lives as if they are greedy for an extra day of life, and they seem to be collapsing secretly as if bad news will come soon.

The order barely maintains the bottom line and does not collapse, but the spirit has succumbed to the white curse.

Everyone is no different from the walking dead, at most the difference is facing life with a smile and waiting for death with tears.

But five years have passed, and even that difference has become numb.

Just live like that, at least you are still alive.

The hand of Bai Yasha, which only invites disaster, has torn everyone's heart apart and taken away everything that can be plundered.

The more you want to protect, the harder you hold the fine sand in your hand, the more you watch them die because of yourself.

But until the end, before this world really collapses.

It can still be saved.

The reason is simple, just find a time machine.

What you can't correct now, let your past self change it.

In this way, the Nightmare waited for the arrival of the silver warrior from the past in the increasingly collapsing world.

Gintoki closed his eyes, as if he and himself on the screen had returned to the moment of accepting the end.

The red light of the sunset penetrated the windshield of the building and splashed around like blood.

Gintoki's body was completely sunken in the dark place where the sun could not reach. His body seemed to be frozen cold, but his heart was warm.

It seemed that the blood flowing out of his body warmed himself, and unexpectedly it was a little warm, spreading from his chest.

Maybe it will cool down in a while.

Gintoki secretly opened his eyes, and his past self was still standing opposite him, looking at him quietly with a resolute and nostalgic look.

...There is no need to be so sincere.

Didn't he finish the last line? Knowing what the white curse is, and looking at the tragic situation in the future, you can understand what to do.

Then leave quickly!

Ah, I always feel a little embarrassed. So this is what it feels like to be bid farewell to someone while lying in a coffin.

But it’s okay, don’t show that expression.

Anyway, whether it’s you or me, we will be neatly packed into hell together.

Although we have crossed a timeline, we can almost meet again by turning our heads.

Gintoki will slow down and wait for you to tell me the sequel.

Gintoki closed his eyes again.

Anyway, as long as I don’t look at him, he may disappear at any time.

If you can’t see him, he doesn’t exist.

This is probably the end. There is nothing else to do, and there is nothing to ask for.

As long as he waits for the last warmth in his chest and the heart that no longer beats to disappear, what he has to do and what he can do will end together.

That empty grave can also welcome its owner.

But.

I heard footsteps.

The recognition is too high, or it is too familiarI know them.

The sound of light but fast footsteps, already very samurai-like, was a steady running footstep, quickly from the bottom of the building along the stairs, gradually approaching his floor.

The footsteps stepped on the beat of the heartbeat, and the heart that should have stopped beating seemed to have regained its rhythmic frequency due to the resonance of their footsteps.

Eh, are you going to say goodbye?

Will you say goodbye? Obviously there is no way to return to their side, can you say goodbye like this?

It would be a bit embarrassing to be seen like this!

Gintoki listened to their footsteps approaching as if they were approaching without delay, as if he would miss an important existence in a second.

Then at the moment when they were finally parallel.

They walked away without stopping.

"..."

That's right... The protagonist's current miserable state is still a bit too miserable. He is about to be expelled from the ranks of protagonists. It's better not to meet.

And now it's hard to say last words.

The heart is not beating, it's too difficult to speak.

And why can he live so long? Is his ability to survive so strong?

But I still have the strength to open my eyes slightly and look at their backs.

If I had known that I would have to work hard to open my eyes, I would have just kept them open.

"..."

Okay.

I want to see them! I really want to see them! I have missed them for the past five years!

I have looked at the lights in the distance countless times, stretched out my hand to feel the wind from the Yorozuya, and waited for the flowers we had seen together to bloom again.

I endured it, endured it.

But my desire to see them only became stronger.

I seemed to surrender in the next second and run to a closer place to see them, but I endured every next second again and again.

It's already now, it's over!

Whether it's just one side, a back view, or even just a passing corner of clothes, I want to see them.

No matter what, let him open his eyes!

Let their backs be imprinted on the retina. Even if they die before that, they can still recall them in hell!

I want to open my eyes!

Gintoki opened his eyes.

He regretted it at that moment.

The place where he was was not the original destroyed world. There was no one left here.

The withered wasteland and silent smoke were everywhere, and the faces of old friends were vaguely emerging on the human figures of the skeletons.

Countless souls replaced them.

Those who died because of the white curse, ■■.■■ billion compatriots were wailing and floating in the air.

Fear, hatred, confusion, pain, the tide-like negative emotions seemed to have turned into entities. The black night rain soaked Gintoki's body and extinguished the flames of obsession.

How could he still wait?

Maybe even his existence had been forgotten. It was too difficult to force them to wait for someone who would not come back.

Gintoki took the Zen stick that could support his body and stepped into this world step by step.

Maybe there are still people.

"And..."

Who else is alive? Who else can he save?

Gintoki stretched out his hand.

He couldn't find anyone to take away from here.

This blood-stained hand was destined to be unable to save anyone.

Only the white hair beside the ear was blown by the cursed wind and scattered in the desolate.

The nightmare continued.