Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The wailing that will never stop, the night rain that will never end.

The false lights are still ahead, emitting warm light that attracts moths in the endless night.

The Zen stick makes a crisp sound beside my ears, and I have to drag my scrapped body forward step by step.

Don't be so pessimistic, although the earth seems to be hopeless, what if there is still someone ahead?

It's good to have one.

It can prove that the extremely lame plan of letting the past self kill the present self and kill the more distant White Yasha is not useless.

It has come to this point, at least something can be saved.

But no matter how I go.

I can't reach it.

One step, two steps,... thousands, tens of thousands,... Nayuta.

I can see it clearly, but it's too far away. It's just like a donkey being led by the nose by a carrot, too cunning!

When I lowered my head in exhaustion, the corpses that wanted to escape were right at my feet.

The dark rain had soaked the skeletons, and even if I tried to distinguish them, I couldn't recognize who they were.

But I always felt that a familiar figure was emerging on that face.

In the end, I couldn't escape at all.

That was the light that I couldn't reach when I was alive.

I didn't even have the courage to walk over there when I was alive, and it would be useless to walk over there desperately after I died.

What's more, I didn't even know what I would see after I arrived there.

It couldn't be that Kagura was sitting on his chair and biting vinegar kelp.

Seeing Gintoki finally come back, she rushed over in surprise and grabbed him to ask if he brought vinegar kelp, because if he waited too long, the stock would be gone.

Even if he left for a little longer, Shinpachi would clean the Yorozuya very cleanly, just like five years ago.

If Sadaharu bit his head.

It's a bit hard now. I'm already this old. It's not the time to restore the original state with the next shot.

But I can get the smell of the Yorozuya again, so let it go.

"Ah... I'm quite thoughtful. If I really were there, it would be terrible. Wouldn't it be in vain?"

"It's better now. I'm alone. It's much better than going to hell hand in hand."

Look carefully, it's quite dark here.

Dark, cold, there is no hope and future.

The body is collapsing, the soul is shattered, but it's worth celebrating.

Because the night is dark, I miss the light bathing with them more.

Because it's cold all around, I miss the warmth of walking with them more.

Because we who have been abandoned are like this, you must have a brighter and more brilliant future.

So I won't feel desperate.

Maybe there will be some regrets.

It's just that it's not a bad thing to accompany these souls who are still in pain in the future.

This must be something he must bear, even if it is a little too noisy.

Wait a little longer, maybe the extremely sad wailing will turn into a small moan.

Maybe because of this thought.

Even the lights can't be seen.

No more residual warmth can be squeezed out of the chest.

Gintoki sat down on the spot, accompanied by the corpses, drenched in the night rain, listening to the sound of the souls crying.

The dark world seems to be a small trash can.

Calm down and reflect.

Suddenly I feel that the plan is still too naive.

The white curse is a parasitic virus.

It takes ten years to analyze human genes in the host's body, and then evolves to produce viruses that the human body can never resist.

It is meaningless to rely on human evolution to produce antibodies.

This is a virus that specifically destroys human genes themselves.

Ignore age, regardless of physique.

If you are infected with the virus, there is only a death outcome.

The moment the White Curse erupted, the world had already entered an unbreakable deadlock.

It didn't matter whether the mother of the virus died or not, the planet had lost its future.

That's why I had to give up the search for a way to end my life and seek another possibility.

What if there was still a way to save the timeline?

As long as there was no White Curse, as long as White Curse didn't get that ten years of analysis time.

There was only one answer.

Not only my present self, but my past self must be killed.

By strangling my existence from the timeline, I could fundamentally prevent the White Curse from parasitizing on my body.

Thus, the virus that destroyed the world would be eliminated at the root.

Logically speaking, the world where "White Yasha died" should replace the end they had destroyed and become the only world.

The timeline is a line, and the line is one.

This is really a very natural idea. The new world did replace the old world.But the old world that was covered up...

It didn't disappear.

It's like a wrong answer covered with correction tape. Even if a new answer is written on the surface, the wrong answer still doesn't disappear.

If you just stand the paper upright, you might be able to peek at it from the reflection.

The wrong world is the same. Even if it is covered up, it still doesn't disappear. It's just crying in a place where no one can see.

The soul is crying, the corpse is crying.

Gintoki looked up at the dark sky and felt that he should cry too.

If they want to take it away, I really hope that everything can be taken away.

Life, body, consciousness, soul, I wish I could hand over everything.

This half-baked thing still retains some things, and I don't know what kind of strange thing it has become when it is neither dead nor alive. It's more difficult now.

I don't know how long it has been.

Life in the trash can has changed.

The cause and effect silently wrapped around Gintoki, but he was unaware of it. He was just so shocked by the changes in the world that he couldn't even say a word of self-mockery.

It's not that our world is dead.

There is a new world in the trash can.

Gintoki peeked over like a child spying on other people's happiness.

He could even see their peaceful life in the past.

But he didn't have time to be moved by what he saw.

Why is this happening? !

The new world is also covered? Why did the new world die?

Even the entire universe didn't react that they were no longer needed, so they were all thrown away.

No matter how peaceful and harmonious the daily life is, it can no longer reach the future.

The people on the earth, the gods in the universe, everything is trapped in the present circle forever.

Everyone fell asleep as if they didn't feel anything, immersed in the same dream as before, and didn't realize that they had fallen into an endless abyss.

There is no future to speak of, not even tomorrow.

After understanding this.

The soul that was warmed by the long-lost peace for a moment turned cold again.

…This is all his fault.

He didn’t even think of such a simple thing, so he couldn’t save anything.

In the end, even the things he wanted to protect the most, the fate of those guys, were thrown away as garbage.

The world died.

People died.

Gintoki’s heart died with it.