Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The old man was so angry that he had to face the enemy.

Gintoki recalled the question he asked after he knocked Zenin Shan down: "Do you remember my mother's name?"

The man's eyes were full of humiliation and resentment, as well as a vague desire and fear for his power, but he answered in a very cold voice: "I never remembered it from the beginning."

The answer to this question was heard from Zenin Shan's wife.

The dignified woman stopped him. Even though she knew her husband's tragic defeat and knew how much this battle would reduce his status in the clan, she still answered his question.

"Her name is Haruko."

Haruko.

She felt like a weather elder sister. Today's weather was sunny enough to make people happy, and tomorrow's sun would rise as usual. A bright sunny day that is equal to everyone.

It would be nice to be able to bloom so beautifully, under the ginkgo leaves outside.

"What a good name."

Haruko, not Zenin Osamu's concubine, not Zenin Gintoki's mother, just Haruko. Just live brilliantly like that.

But Gintoki's life is still bleak.

Since he learned the technique and trained for a long time for it, and was even able to defeat the first-level sorcerer Zenin Osamu, conventional physical training is no longer suitable for him.

But Gintoki's technique does not support him to enter the elite force [Bing] of the Zenin family, so he can only be stuck there.

Become a jack of all trades who can come and assign tasks to anyone.

Isn't this just going back to the old business! !

"Ah, I can't stand it anymore. If I have to take on a mission, I'd rather take on some ordinary missions like finding cats and dogs. Do you know what I've taken on? It's one main plot after another. If it's expanded, it can occupy most of the length of this novel. Why are they all battle stories!"

"The animation has already tried its best to make just one second! It's all battles. No matter which company does it, it will definitely go bankrupt, except MAPPA."

"Wait, Gin-san seems to have been sold from Sunrise to MAPPA. Is this the source of his suffering!"

Gintoki muttered, but he didn't dare to stop his hands for a moment.

As long as he dared to relax his vigilance at a certain moment, the sharp blade held in the hands of the young Sky and Tyrant would pierce his body without hesitation and hang him up like a skewer of lamb.

This bastard will definitely do that! Does he want Gin-san to die? Where did he offend him? !

"You've said too much. Save it for hell."

"You're really after my life, aren't you?"

However, even such dangerous training is considered a daily leisure activity for Gintoki. This shows how much he has been exploited. It is a battlefield with cursed spirits, a battlefield with curse masters, and an endless battlefield.

So frequent that Gintoki is still deeply afraid of ghosts, but he has become accustomed to cursed spirits.

But it is human nature to be frightened when you can't tell the difference.

Compared with this, training with Shinji is nothing more than daily.

The strength of the sky and the tyrant lies in talent, that is, instinct.

That is God-given talent and God-given fighting consciousness. So even if Shinji has not experienced the teachings of a famous teacher, he can rely on instinct to perceive the most suitable fighting method for him when he is crossing the river by feeling the stones.

The frequency of breathing, the size of the force, the reaction speed of fighting, the most convenient and effective form. And how to catch his prey.

It was just that this last point was repeatedly blocked by Gintoki.

Although he was a sorcerer, Gintoki had mastered the fighting skills that suited him best. While they forgot that they were sparring, they bit each other's flesh and blood like wild animals.

Fighting, tearing, biting his body completely, using the flesh and blood to moisten his throat that was dry from fighting.

When Shier reached the peak of physical skills that ordinary people and sorcerers could not even dream of, he looked down at Gintoki and tried to see unwillingness on his face. But all he saw was a burning will to fight.

It was as if he had put all his daily energy and spirit into the present, condensing it into a desire to fight that burned them all.

Adapting. At an incredible speed, he adapted to the power and speed of the sky and the curse, even if he would be dragged down by his weak body, he would stand up again and again after being knocked down again and again.

Zenin family... No, why would there be such a person in the world.

Shen'er didn't know if he was laughing, but he wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, your setting is that cold and handsome look! For a moment, you thought someone was possessing you. Are you really okay? Are you about to be possessed or being possessed? It's so scary."

"No." Forget it, I don't want to laugh.

Probably because Shir was much taller than Gintoki, he could intermittently feel the sense of responsibility brought about by the age difference. Shir would also take Gintoki outside his Zenyuan home after beating him half to death.

After all, this is the real daily leisure bar.

Although he was actually targeting Gintoki's wallet.

Shi'er began to take on tasks in the early years. Even if the magic world did not pay attention to Tianhe Fu, who specializes in physical arts, he could still receive a lot of orders on the black market and get them with money. Be soft-handed.

but.

Yes, there is a sad but here.

The money in Dao Shen'er's hand was like running water. Just passing through his hand for a moment, it immediately betrayed the hope he had put into every lottery ticket and abandoned him and went into other people's pockets.

When money is spent it goes into other people's pockets.

This is the truth.

Gambling money will not bring new money, it will only be as much or not as much, and the process is just a formality.

So in this case.

Let alone a six-year-old child, even if it is money from a two-month-old baby, he will get it without any pressure. gamble? How could it be possible for children to play? Of course it was Shi'er who took command of the expedition with two people's money.

"Huh? Stop talking nonsense, saying that it will definitely help you make a lot of money. This kind of thing is definitely a big pie. As long as you hand over the money, your own destiny will be handed over. In the final analysis - money It’s life! Yin Sang will not place his life on others, get out of the way, where is the little steel ball!”

Really, after all, Ji'er is only a thirteen-year-old kid at the moment. In the past few times, he still took Gintoki to buy jumps and eat strawberry parfait.

But this time, the original purpose was finally exposed.

It turned out that this kid was more familiar with the road than he was.

It's a hammer bet!

Jin Er pinched Gintoki's face, which was still full of baby fat.

His eyes suddenly became sharp: "Where did you learn such messy things?"

Gintoki looked at him without any stage fright: "Don't try to break up the bond between Gin-san and Pachinko. It has been deeply ingrained into the samurai's soul. Even if he forgets everything, he will never forget Pachinko." ”