Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

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Immediately afterwards, Shir used Gintoki's entire body as a weapon and freely carried it into the battle smoothly.

After all, it has been used once, so even the physiological reaction of the human body, the length of Gintoki's deliberate closing of his hand, and the intensity with which he used it can all be taken into consideration to the maximum extent.

This fight scene becomes effective, yet eerie.

But it seems that no one cares about Ningyo Tennibobo's mood, and no one stops Shiji from fighting like this.

After all, compared to the messy spells, Shi'er's simple melee attacks are more effective. At this time, Gintoki once again understood the elder's feelings.

Is this retribution! ?

Gintoki scolded him dizzy.

"You bastard——!!!"

Pretend you didn't hear it.

If Gintoki wants to shout, it means just shouting twice, so let him shout.

Shi'er now really wants to turn his conjecture into reality.

As long as he has a weapon that ignores spells, he can trample under his feet the strongest person like Gojo Satoru who is born with everything.

Whether it's the spell that inherently determines the upper limit of one's strength, or the difference in spell power, these are just clouds under absolute strength.

There is nothing more tempting than this, and as for cooperation when eating sukiyaki, that's nothing.

Of course it was aimed at Gojo Satoru's life. The reward on the black market was already very expensive.

Earn.

Under the keen perception of Tian He Tyrant, various spells passed by him.

He was not afraid of them, nor did he care about them. No matter what spell he saw, it had no specific color or shape, it was just a feeling.

Are people afraid of the wind passing by them?

This is the feeling of being attacked by a spell. No matter what kind of spell it is, it is just a wind that can be easily avoided.

The warlocks of the Chanyuan family are not afraid of accidentally injuring Shi'er in close combat, and Shi'er does not pay attention to spells that cannot hurt him.

But this is not the case for Gintoki.

They only need to think about output, but Gintoki has much more to think about.

Do you really want to help the evildoer?

No, no, no, no matter how you look at it, it’s better to help Gojo Satoru escape quickly, don’t die here!

Gintoki looked at Gojo Satoru.

With his taijutsu skills clearly honed recently, Gojo Satoru relied on his six eyes to judge the timing of using the technique.

The unlimited spells he fired intermittently barely but accurately blocked the spells flying towards him one after another, and he counterattacked in time with spells that were almost proficient enough to be cast instantly.

The people outside fell down one after another, even if he didn't look.

Yes, his eyes were not on Curse.

It doesn't even fall on Shi'er, who is the main output force.

Instead, he stared at Gintoki.

The bright eyes that seemed to be an extension of the sky stared at a person tightly, as if they would not stop for a moment, leaving the figure forever imprinted in the blue.

Literally it might be a joy to watch.

Being seen has always been people's first need.

It seems like a sincere promise. When I look at you, I see your truth and your hypocrisy. Witness your brilliance and gaze upon your darkness.

No matter how many masks you put on, you will see the soul hidden underneath, constantly trembling, and always tolerant and loving.

But now it's not such a happy scene.

Gojo Satoru's eyes were motionless, even the physiological blinking movement after dryness was absent.

He relied on his genius-like perception to predict Gintoki's reaction just like Shir, and at the same time showed an almost crazy smile full of expectation.

He is smiling.

When being surrounded and suppressed by the entire Zen Yuan family.

Arrogant, innocent, mocking laughter.

Gintoki opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Gintoki?"

He heard Shir's voice, but that didn't stop anything.

Shi'er relied on his subconscious reaction to give up the offensive and pursue the victory, so he was lucky enough to escape the direct baptism of vomit.

Gintoki, who was shaken by being ravaged, was vomiting like Ahaha-kun who was obviously seasick but still loved boats the most.

Shi'er's feet felt warm, and his ignited desire to fight was diluted by the vomit where beef residue could still be seen.

"Didn't I tell you not to vomit?" Shi'er raised his leg and kicked him.

"I told you not to shake it, right? Shaking it will cause it to overflow. It's common sense, idiot!"

Gintoki took out a small book from his arms and thrust it in front of his face, "Not long ago

I just said it, look!"

"I can't remember."

The tip of Jin'er's tongue touched his upper teeth, and he made a "tsk."

He left the words and walked away.

He really walked away.

No one even dared to block his way.

Gintoki looked at the handsome back and felt that he was a little angry.

The people of the Zenin family didn't care about Jin'er at all, and they looked down on him and rejected him.

But when they faced Jin'er who was walking towards them, they automatically avoided him and left a passage.

They knew how powerful Jin'er was, so they didn't dare to disobey him.

What a double standard.

But the mess that followed.

Gintoki wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at Gojo Satoru.

"You did it on purpose."

Whether it was entering the Zenin family alone, or the situation of being attacked from both sides, or his unlimited technique would inevitably face the situation of being broken or lacking the power of the curse.

He knew it, but he still came.

"Why~? Curious about the answer? "

Even in such a critical situation, Gojo Satoru smiled without caring.

It seemed that he knew that this crisis was the nutrient for his growth, so he naturally stepped on the stepping stone. He didn't even have the intention of running away.

"If you care so much, come and kill me."

The next second after the voice fell.

Gintoki took a step forward, no, not a step, but arrived in front of him in the moment of reaction.

Six eyes were clearly watching his every move, even the frequency of breathing and muscle changes were all in those eyes that saw through everything.

But the eyes saw it, the brain knew it, but the body couldn't react quickly.

Toya Lake suddenly pulled towards Gojo Satoru's abdomen, and Gojo Satoru was forced to bend up in pain. Come, break through gravity, and pass through the broken hole in the roof.

The already shaky tiles clattered to the floor, but Gintoki didn't care at all and jumped onto the roof.

Gojo Satoru stood in the air, isolated in the Zen temple by the huge tent, like a bird imprisoned in a cage.

But Asuka didn't care about his situation at all, and still looked down intoxicatedly.

"It's bad, I can't get out at all. Maybe the tent was set so that only I can't get out. It's really mean. Now I have to kill the person who set the tent."

"The rebellious brats with middle school syndrome are more troublesome than elementary school chickens. Now I finally understand this truth."

"Eh, what truth?"

"The truth that children become more annoying as they are raised."