Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

When Gojo Satoru asks whether he wants to do something.

It basically means he wants to do it.

Even if the other party doesn't want to go, he will do it as Gojo Satoru wishes.

Besides, Geto Xiayou can hear his intention, and there is no point in deliberately going against him.

But there is one more thing -

"Satoru, do you want to come with me?"

"..." Gojo Satoru was strangely silent.

Soon he raised the corners of his lips again, smiled and approached Geto Xiayou: "Will you feel lonely if you go alone? In this case, it's okay for the handsome guy to accompany you. I also want to try what the wine in the tavern tastes like."

"Be careful of alcohol allergies."

"I won't be stupid enough to challenge the limit. Maybe they will sell non-alcoholic wine."

"It should be sweet and suitable for you."

Geto Xiayou packed up the computer that Gojo Satoru had left alone, cleared the data on it, and put the confidential USB drive back into his pocket.

"A person will still feel lonely, but who is lonely?"

"Who is it?"

Anyway, Gojo Satoru thinks it's not him.

Jujutsu High School has always been very lively, with faculty and students coming and going everywhere. It's hard to feel empty around in such a place.

What's more, Gojo Satoru has been watching.

Fragments of memories fell in front of his eyes covered by the bandages, and there was still some youthful charm.

Only when he looked back at the journey he had taken did he suddenly realize that it had been ten years.

The time of separation was almost catching up with the time they had spent together.

It was at this time that he found a little sense of reality.

"I just went to see what the future holds for that guy."

"I haven't forgiven him yet."

The air was filled with the lights of the night and the colorful lights of neon lights.

The bustling city could not see the starlight in the sky, and the hesitant wind blew slowly, and even the steps approaching the tavern were stained with a little hesitation by the wind.

If we see him, we can ask him why he is so decisive, and what kind of future he can't move towards without abandoning them.

If we see him, we will know what his plan requires sacrifice.

The premise is that Gintoki not only does not run away, but also answers all questions frankly.

Well, the premise is impossible.

Xia Yujie put his hands in his pockets: "You can directly lock this store without the information."

Gojo Satoru's eye mask only covered one eye, and the exposed half swept the scene on the street coldly, taking in everything:

"I always have to see what is written in the confidential book, but it feels like I saw the record of a stalker."

"It's a pity that there is no reason to explain the behavior, which means I can only ask the person himself."

The moment the two walked into the tavern together.

The originally lively atmosphere was instantly frozen like the surface of a lake in winter.

They were recognized in an instant.

Whether it was the exposed blue six eyes or the iconic strange bangs.

All of them sent a dangerous signal to the people in the tavern.

Gojo Satoru didn't even give them half a glance, but Geto Suguru was counting them leisurely.

One curse master, two curse masters... the whole room was full of them, except for the poster girl who looked at them with disgust at the end of the line of sight.

"Hey. Can you name them? There are two of us here."

"No, get out of here." Gintoki, who was wearing a kimono, refused neatly.

"Little Scroll——!" The cross-dressing uncle hiding behind the counter of the tavern made a sharp whine.

"What are you doing! You just said that you can get free accommodation and alcohol by dressing like this! I didn't know there were extra services!"

"After all, this is a tavern, not a nightclub!?"

Gintoki wore two ponytails on his head that were the same color as his hair, and his lips were painted with pink lipstick.

The pink kimono covered her strong muscles, making her figure look slender and well-proportioned, but this was already the limit. She couldn't be turned into a transvestite.

From any angle, she looked like a transvestite.

Gintoki turned his back to protest to the uncle.

What refreshing white hair, what strange bangs, if you didn't see it, just pretend you hadn't been there.

The uncle put his arm around his shoulders, forced Gintoki down across the counter and discussed loudly:

"Think about the kindness I showed you on such a cold day. This is not just your problem. Our entire store is facing destruction."

"If one of them moves, we will be uprooted!"

Now what is the kindness of a meal and a place to stay? If you want to uproot it, Gintoki can do it too.

The veins on Gintoki's forehead popped.

"In the end, I still have to be aloneCan you sacrifice your moral integrity and ask the difficult guest to go back!"

Although I didn't have much moral integrity, I always felt that there was something left in the crew here.

I had to break the remaining ones to be satisfied.

"Please, Xiao Juanzi, I will give you a raise. You can drink as much as you want in the future, and I will never say that you drink too much again."

"Deal." Gintoki gave a thumbs up.

It's great that moral integrity can be sold at this price.

After whispering openly and reaching a consensus.

Gintoki turned around and talked and laughed with the two people who had not moved just now, and even his voice was deliberately raised in the spirit of the service industry:

"Welcome~ Two guests, are you here to see Xiao Juanzi? This place is full of gangsters, and you will be fainted by the uncle's stench if you stay here. There are special seats over there. "

Gintoki waved his hand.

Pointed to the most remote corner.

It was indeed a special seat, but not for entertaining guests.

It was obviously just a table and bench used by the boss himself, which would be easily overlooked in the messy store.

"Miss Juanzi..., right?" Xia Yujie was a little dazed when he said the name.

It was so dazed that he remembered his question after a few seconds.

Gintoki had already pushed both of them to sit down: "Yes, yes~ Because of the curly hair, I call you Juanzi."

"It's a stage name at work. It's impolite to call your real name. "

Gojo Satoru sat on a small stool that was too short for his height.

The deliberately exposed eyes trembled slightly, and then just stared calmly at the empty void.

There was no need to think about what he would ask. It was obvious that he was going to remain silent even if they met, just like when they passed by each other.

Suguru Geto took the lead in asking questions: "Ms. Juanzi, I believe you."

"As long as you can explain, I won't be confused anymore. What is the price of the plan? To what extent are you going to sacrifice for this world."

Gintoki scratched his ears with his little finger: "Compared to that, why don't you order first."

Gojo Satoru glanced at him and pointed to a few names at random: "These."

Gintoki didn't even look at the ones he pointed at, and shouted over Gojo Satoru's voice: "A bottle of Dongpeli--!"

"I didn't ask you to sell alcohol over there! "The uncle who had been watching them quietly made a sharp explosion.

"Why not? The most expensive ones have been sold. Come on, the bill will be put on the head of the white hedgehog head guy."

"You just want to drink it yourself, please, treat them well."

"Really..."

Gintoki put the winter pear brought by the uncle on the small table with an unpleasant mood, opened it with a bottle opener, and blew into the bottle himself: "What's the problem? It's NG (forbidden) if it involves Miss Juanzi's private questions."

"Your future is full of these guys?" Gojo Satoru looked at him.

The curse masters who were suddenly mentioned felt their souls frozen.

Wanted to run, but didn't dare to be the first to run.

"How is it possible? I just met a shemale who insisted on letting me stay."

Just picked up in the cold wind of November.