Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys Chapter 053

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Immediately afterwards, Jiner used Gintoki’s entire body as a weapon, and wielded him freely and smoothly into the battle.

After all, it has been used once, so even the physiological reaction of the human body, the length to which Gintoki deliberately retracted his hand, and the strength to be used have been taken into consideration to the greatest extent.

This fight scene turns out to be effective, but weird.

But it seemed like no one cared about Ningyoten Sakiboko’s feelings, and no one stopped Shin from fighting.

After all, compared to the messy techniques, simple melee attacks like this one are more effective. At this time, Gintoki once again understood the elder’s feelings.

Is this retribution!?

Gintoki scolded him dizzily.

“Shin’er, you bastard–!!!”

Just pretend you didn’t hear it.

If Gintoki wants to shout, he can just shout twice, so let him shout.

Now I really want to turn my conjecture into reality.

As long as he had a weapon that could ignore spells, he could crush the strongest person like Gojo Satoru, who was born with everything.

Whether it is the technique that naturally determines the upper limit of strength, or the difference in the amount of cursed power, those are just clouds in the face of absolute strength.

There is nothing more tempting than this. As for cooperation when eating Sukiyaki, that’s nothing.

Of course, they were targeting Gojo Satoru’s life. The reward on the black market was already very expensive.

Earn.

With the keen perception of Heaven and Tyrant, all kinds of spells just passed by him.

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

Are people afraid of the wind blowing past them?

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

The sorcerers of the Zenin family were not afraid of accidentally hurting Shinji in close combat, and Shinji did not take seriously any spells that could not hurt him.

But it’s not the same for Gintoki.

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

Do you really want to help the evil?

No, no, no, no matter how you look at it, it’s better to help Gojo Satoru escape quickly and not let him die here!

Gintoki looked at Gojo Satoru.

With his physical skills that had obviously been honed recently, Gojo Satoru relied on his six eyes to judge the timing of using the technique.

He used a series of spells with no lower limits to barely but accurately block the spells that flew towards him one after another, and promptly counterattacked with spells that he had mastered almost to the point of being instantaneous.

The people standing outside fell down one after another, even though he wasn’t watching.

Yes, his sights were not on the spell.

It doesn’t even fall on Shen’er, who is the main output force.

Instead, he stared at Gintoki.

The bright eyes, as if extended from the sky, were fixed on a person, as if not stopping for a moment, leaving the figure forever imprinted in the blue.

It may make people feel happy when they see it literally.

Being seen has always been people’s first need.

It seems like a sincere promise. I look at you, see your truth, see your hypocrisy, witness your brilliance, and watch your darkness.

No matter how many masks you wear, you will see the soul hidden underneath, constantly trembling, and always accepting and loving.

But it’s not such a joyful scene now.

Gojo Satoru’s eyes were motionless, and even the physiological blinking movement after dryness did not exist.

With his genius perception, he predicted Gintoki’s reaction just like Shinji, and at the same time revealed an almost crazy and expectant smile.

He was smiling.

When the entire Zenin family was besieging them.

Arrogant, naive, mocking laughter.

Gintoki opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

“Gintoki?”

He heard Shi Er’s voice, but that didn’t stop anything.

Shen Er gave up the pursuit of the attack due to his subconscious reaction, so he luckily avoided the direct baptism of vomit.

Gintoki, who was being ravaged to the point of shaking, was like Ahhaha-kun, who was seasick but still loved boats the most, and vomited all over the place.

Shen’er felt a warmth on his feet, and his burning desire to fight was diluted by the vomit in which beef residue could still be seen.

“Didn’t I tell you not to vomit?” Shen Er raised his leg and kicked him.

“I told you not to shake it. It’s common sense that it will overflow if you shake it, idiot!”

Gintoki took out a small notebook from his pocket and thrust it in front of his face, “I just told you this not long ago, look!”

“I can’t remember.”

The tip of Shen’er’s tongue touched his upper teeth, and he made a “tsk” sound.

He left the conversation and walked away on his own.

Really gone.

No one even dared to stand in his way.

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

Everyone in the Zen temple family doesn’t care about it at all, and it seems like they look down on me and reject me.

But when they saw Shi’er coming towards them, they automatically moved around and left a path for him.

They knew how powerful Shen’er was, so they did not dare to disobey him.

What a double standard behavior.

But then came the mess.

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

“You did it on purpose.”

Whether he entered the Zenin family alone and openly, or was in a situation where he would be attacked from both sides, his unlimited magic would inevitably be broken or unable to be maintained due to lack of magic power.

He knew it, but he came anyway.

“Why? Curious about the answer?”

Despite the critical situation, Gojo Satoru smiled without caring at all.

It seemed that he already knew that this crisis was the nutrient for his growth, so he took it as a 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 words fell.

Gintoki took a sudden step forward. No, not just one step, but in the instant he reacted, he had already arrived in front of him.

The six eyes were clearly watching his every move closely; even his breathing frequency and muscle changes were captured by those all-seeing eyes.

But the eyes see it, the brain knows it, but the body is unable to react quickly.

Lake Toya suddenly pulled towards Gojo Satoru’s abdomen, forcing his entire body to bend in pain, breaking through gravity and passing through the hole in the broken roof.

The already shaky tiles hit the floor with a crackling sound, but Gintoki didn’t care at all and jumped straight onto the roof.

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

But Fei Niao didn’t care about his situation at all, and was still looking down with intoxication.

“This is terrible. I have absolutely no way to get out. Maybe he made the condition that I am the only one who cannot get out. He is really mean. I have no choice but to kill the person who made the condition.”

“A rebellious brat with Chuunibyou syndrome is more troublesome than a primary school kid. Now I finally understand this truth.”

“Eh, what’s the reason?”

“The more you raise a child, the more annoying he becomes.”