Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys Chapter 008

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Gintoki recalled the question he asked after knocking Zenin down: “Do you still remember my mother’s name?”

The man’s eyes were filled with humiliation and resentment, as well as a vague desire for and fear of his power, but he replied in an extremely cold voice: “I never remembered it from the beginning.”

The answer to this question was heard from Zenyuan Shan’s wife.

The dignified woman called him, and even though she knew her husband’s miserable defeat and how much this showdown between the weak and the strong would lower his status in the clan, the woman still answered his question.

“Her name is Haruko.”

Haruko.

It feels like the weather is a big sister. Today’s weather is sunny enough to make people happy, and tomorrow’s sun will rise as usual. It is a bright sunny day that is equal to everyone.

It would be great if it could bloom so beautifully, outside under the ginkgo leaves.

“It’s a good name.”

Haruko, not Zenin Ogi’s concubine, not Zenin Gintoki’s mother, just Haruko. Just live brilliantly like that.

But Gintoki’s life is still dull and bleak.

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

However, Gintoki’s technique did not allow him to enter the Zenin family’s elite force [Bing], so he was stuck there.

It has become a jack of all trades where anyone can come and assign tasks.

Isn’t this just going back to the old ways? !

“Oh, I can’t stand it anymore. If I have to take on missions, I’d rather take on ordinary missions like looking for cats and dogs. Do you know what I’ve taken on? It’s one main line after another. If they were expanded, they would take up most of the novel. Why are they all battle stories?”

“It takes a lot of effort to make an animation just for one second! It’s all a battle. No matter which company makes it, it will definitely go bankrupt, except for MAPPA.”

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

Gintoki kept muttering to himself, but he didn’t dare to stop his hands for a moment.

As long as he dared to relax his guard for a 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 Yin-san to die? How did he offend him? !

“There’s too much to say. Save it for hell.”

“You really are here for my life!”

However, even such dangerous training was considered as daily leisure for Gintoki. This shows how much he was exploited, that was a battlefield with cursed spirits, a battlefield with curse masters, and an endless battlefield.

Gintoki still has a deep-rooted fear of ghosts after so many encounters, but he has become accustomed to cursed spirits.

However, it is normal to be frightened when you don’t know the difference.

Compared with this, He Shen’er’s exercise is nothing more than daily routine.

The power of Heaven and Tyrant lies in their talent, that is, instinct.

That was a God-given talent and God-given fighting awareness. So even though he had not been taught by a famous teacher, he could still rely on his instinct to perceive the fighting method that suited him best when he was feeling his way through.

The frequency of breathing, the strength of the force, the speed of reaction in combat, the most convenient and effective form, and how to catch your prey.

But Gintoki repeatedly encounters this last point.

Although he was a sorcerer, Gintoki had mastered the fighting techniques that suited him best. They forgot that they were sparring and bit each other’s flesh like wild beasts.

Fight, tear, and bite off his entire body, using the flesh and blood to moisten the throat that was dry from the fight.

When Shiro reached the pinnacle of physical skills that ordinary people and sorcerers could never reach, he looked down upon Gintoki, trying to see resentment on his face. But all he saw was a burning desire to fight.

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

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

Zenin family… No, why are there such people in the world?

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

“Hey, hey, you’re supposed to be cool and handsome, right? For a second I thought someone was possessed. Are you really okay? Are you going to be possessed or be possessed? That’s scary.”

“No.” Forget it, I don’t want to laugh anymore.

Perhaps it was because Jinri was much taller than Gintoki that he could occasionally feel the sense of responsibility brought by the age difference. Jinri would also take Gintoki outside the Zenin family after beating him half to death.

After all, this is real daily leisure.

Although he was actually aiming at Gintoki’s wallet.

Jin’er had started taking on missions in the early years. Even though the world of sorcery did not take Tenyo Jutsu, who specialized in physical techniques, seriously, he could still receive plenty of orders on the black market and make a lot of money.

but.

Yes, there is a sad but.

The money in Shen’er’s hands was like flowing water. It only passed through his hands for a few seconds, and then immediately betrayed the hope he had placed on every lottery ticket, and left him and went into someone else’s pocket.

When money is spent it goes into someone else’s pocket.

This is the truth.

The money from gambling will not bring in new money, it will only increase or decrease. The process is just a formality.

So in this case.

Not to mention a six-year-old child, even if it was a two-month-old baby, he would take the money without any pressure. Gambling? How could he let a child play? Of course, he would go out with two people’s money.

“Huh? Stop talking big. Saying that you will definitely make a lot of money is absolutely a lie. As long as you hand over the money, you will also hand over your own destiny. In the final analysis, money is life! Gin-san will not entrust his life to others. Get out of the way. Where is the little steel ball!”

Really, after all, Jin’er is only a thirteen-year-old kid now. He had used force and courtesy to take Gintoki to buy Jump and eat strawberry parfait a few times before.

But this time the real purpose was finally revealed.

It turned out that this kid was so familiar with it that he handled it more easily than he did.

What the hell is this betting?

Shinji grabbed Gintoki’s still chubby face.

His eyes suddenly became sharp: “Where on earth did you learn this kind of nonsense from?”

Gintoki looked him in the eye without any fear: “Don’t try to break up the bond between Gin-san and Pachinko. It’s already so deeply rooted in the soul of a samurai that even if he forgets everything, he won’t forget Pachinko.”