Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys Chapter 021

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Hello, is this really okay? Or can you come up with the standard script?

As long as it’s cooked by Naoya, my mother will like it no matter what the taste is. That kind of loving mother script?

No matter how you look at it, it’s the same. Ah, Master Naoya! Thank you for the reward.

No, absolutely not. The Zenin family has become a mass training base for bad-tempered brats.

Gintoki whipped the cream skillfully while supervising Zenin Naoya’s every move.

“Don’t try to be lazy!”

“Um!”

Anyway, no matter what he did, Zenin Naoya seemed to be genuinely happy.

It makes Gintoki look like a villain who exploits his labor.

How did things turn out like this…

Gintoki was thinking while spreading cream on the baked cake base.

In the past, as early as when Gintoki was still the protagonist in the original crew, most of the tasks he helped were tasks that appeared in front of him in the form of commissions, and some were sudden situations that were so tragic that they made people feel a pang of conscience.

Various people gathered in Edo, and Gintoki was just one of them. He lived on the first floor of the Tose Tavern in Kabukicho and ran an inconspicuous Yorozuya.

He can’t save everyone.

The tighter he held on to something, the easier it would be for it to dissipate. Everything he loved and hated became scattered sand, an irreparable pain for him.

The same is true for the Zenin family, which is rotten from the root. Just leave it alone. If you leave it alone, there will be victims who will be hurt by it, and hate everything about it, and offer the most ardent curse at the cost of the life of their half-sister.

But.

Gintoki went against the destined path of the comics, starting from the moment he was hugged by his mother.

After all, comics are comics, and the life of comics is still in the hands of cartoonists.

But their lives are alive.

No matter if they are NPCs or extras, everyone lives a real life, struggling with all their might and adapting to survive.

Gintoki couldn’t say that the future would be like that anyway, so he just ate the cake and covered his ears. He now wanted to take the hands of others covering their ears away.

Gintoki adorned the cake with the last strawberry. In the surprised eyes of Zenin Naoya, he cut a small piece and stuffed it into his pocket, “Give it to your mother.”

“Why? It’s such a small piece, I can’t even eat it myself.” Zenin Naoya was a little dissatisfied. He thought it was a reward for him, but he had to give it to others.

And even if he returns after completing his mission, Gintoki will not give him a share of his cake.

I’m sure one person can finish it!

“What are you talking about? That’s enough. Mom really went through a huge pain that was like squeezing out a planet from her body to give birth to you. You can’t give a planet to mom in return. So it doesn’t matter how much it is, just give it to her.”

“Even if there is an Earth, you won’t give it to Mom.”

“You talk as if you can own the Earth. You are very ambitious. Now you have such high-level ambitions.”

“Hmph, leave one for me.”

“I know, I know.” Gintoki waved his hand.

Zenin Naoya held the cake. He and Gintoki made the cake together, which was a joint project in a sense.

Then he gave it to his mother.

Just putting this verb and that noun together made Zenin Naoya feel a sense of unfamiliarity.

Mother…

Zenin Naoya did not remember his mother’s embrace. Even though she was always there, always busying herself meaninglessly for something she did not know, Zenin Naoya’s impression of her was more of a habit than intimacy.

And that name that never changes.

Naohito-sama, Naoya-sama.

Such a mother was no different from a servant, but she was still his mother.

Zenin Naoya had stretched out his arms toward her, expecting a hug. The woman did lean over and hugged her, gently but not warmly.

Because Zenin Naoya knew that she was just responding to his request.

Just like now, she would have the same reaction.

“Eat it.” Zenin Naoya opened the sliding door and handed the strawberry cake to the woman.

The mother took it obediently without asking any questions, ate it obediently, and then asked Zenin Naoya with a smile: “Is there anything else you want me to do, Master Naoya?”

Naoya-sama. Naoya-sama.

Zenin Naoya had no expectations, and he didn’t know what to expect. Looking at the empty cake plate, he shook his head and turned away.

That’s good. It’s always been like this, he doesn’t understand why Gintoki insisted on him delivering the cake. Is it to prove that the genius Naoya of the Zenin family has mastered a new skill?

My mother has always been like that.

As long as Zenin Naoya asked her to, she would do the corresponding things. Hugging him, treating his wounds, praising him. She was like a beautiful doll, an accessory to him and his father. This was the most normal thing, a normal daily routine.

Gintoki waited, waiting with a small piece of strawberry cake. Except for that small piece, the other cakes were quickly eaten, leaving only a little cream on the corner of Gintoki’s mouth to prove the existence of the past.

The small piece of cake was waiting for him alone, as if waiting to fulfill a promise.

Seeing Zenin Naoya’s expression, Gintoki knew that nothing had happened. The mother’s frozen heart was melted by her son’s kindness, and the two of them hugged each other and cried with joy. It was a plot that felt like something out of a TV drama.

He silently pushed the small cake to Zenin Naoya.

Zenin Naoya sat down next to him and ate the cake elegantly and reservedly.

“It tastes terrible.”

“Um.”

“It’s not sweet at all.”

“Um.”

“…”

“You are the only special person, Gintoki-kun.”

“…”

Gintoki silently looked up at the ceiling.

Ah, the unfamiliar ceiling. To be honest, what is special is your twisted family relationship!

Why did he have to come to Zenyuan’s house! Why? Ever since he came in, there have been eight o’clock drama crews everywhere! Do they have to pack up a bunch of tangled interpersonal relationships and throw them in front of him? He is not an emotional expert!

Gintoki patted Naoya’s shoulder and said, “Hurry up and give Gin-san the money. We’ve made another cake. It should be at least 100,000 yuan.”

Naoya immediately hugged his arm: “Are you leaving now? No.”

“How can you stay here forever? Pay me now, kid! If you want to extend your stay, renew the subscription!”

“Three hundred million on credit!”

“How is that possible!”

Finally, Gintoki wandered back to his residence as if he had been drained of energy. He was really exhausted today, both mental and physical labor were exhausting, and he was really not good at emotional conversations!

But fundamentally speaking, there is no hope! Zenin family!

Gintoki fell asleep and was picked up again in the middle of the night. It seems that the Zenin family raises children in that way. If there is a disagreement, they will just pick them up and leave. From the small details, it can be seen that they don’t care about the child’s thoughts at all.

Gintoki wanted to protest, but he didn’t move at all, as if he was just a corpse.

Because even though he was exhausted physically and mentally, he remembered what he had forgotten. It was a mess, it was a mess, after running out of the small dark room, he forgot and ran back as if nothing had happened.

This is a successful jailbreak!