Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys Chapter 081

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“I’m very busy at work.” After Jiner treated Hinata’s illness, the financial situation is now almost bankrupt.

He folded his arms righteously and looked at Gintoki.

How can you raise a child without money? He has to make money, so he has no time to breastfeed the child. This is reasonable.

“Don’t even think about it. Gin-san is busy too! He just seems to be free, but even when he’s reading Shonen Jump, he’s taking a break from his busy schedule to soothe his body and soul with passionate stories. He’s usually running around everywhere, and from time to time he has to go abroad for dungeons. Don’t think that just because it’s not written down, it doesn’t exist!”

But of course this reason couldn’t make Shen Er give up completely.

Gintoki added, “And do you really want Kei to live in Zenin’s house?”

Not at all.

Shinji immediately gave up the idea of ​​throwing Xiaohui to Gintoki.

Seeing him give up, Gintoki breathed a sigh of relief.

Don’t be ridiculous. Occasionally taking care of a child can be considered a special version of a short story, but taking care of a child for a long time will change even the person’s personality. Baidu Encyclopedia says that this person carries a baby with him/her.

That’s no longer Jujutsu Kaisen, but Devil O Dad.

So who should take care of the children?

Before Shen Er went out to find a rich woman to start his life of living off her, the cursed spirit left at home by Shen Er swam over lightly. It was probably an instinctive movement to find its master, and it successfully attracted the attention of the three people.

Look at those facial features that are swollen and squeezed into a ball, and the body always feels a little soft and elastic.

Isn’t this the ugly treasure in Shen’er’s arsenal?

Xiaohui stretched out her hands curiously, not knowing how he could smile at that.

Watching them playing together inexplicably, Shinji and Gintoki remained strangely silent.

It took a moment before the words came out.

“This is my arsenal.”

“Don’t struggle. Do you think the Armory can learn to take care of a child?”

I don’t know, but you can try.

Chou Bao listens to Shier very much.

In the past, its obedience was limited to cooperating with Shier in battle and spitting out or swallowing cursed tools according to his wishes. From this perspective, Choubao can be trained to develop skills.

Today its skills extend to taking care of children.

Watching that soft long tail being able to mix perfect milk powder with water of appropriate temperature, and then feeding the baby while ringing the bell to attract Xiaohui’s attention.

The adults present were all shocked.

They tacitly avoided discussing this topic. Shinji tried to find another way to carry the weapon out, while Gintoki continued to recuperate. After he finally recovered, he left Shinji’s house one day.

With the help of her brother Choubao, Xiaohui was finally able to grow up without being raised to death.

This is cause for celebration.

Time flows silently, and two years have passed in just a sentence.

On the other hand, the twins of the Zenin family are also growing up.

The two identical little girls in kimonos would go on little adventures from time to time, holding hands to avoid the weak cursed spirits in the corners of Zenin’s house, and looking at the tiny flowers on the lawn together.

Then we went to the Zen temple’s mansion, which looked like a castle the most.

Blood is amazing.

It was so strange that Maki and Mayi subconsciously moved closer to him.

Even if there is no decisive reason at all.

They simply liked the way Gintoki looked at them.

In the Zen temple home where they live, people more or less label everyone, from the identity of their parents, to the amount of magic power, to the strength of their talents.

It seems that they are not themselves, but carriers of talents.

For some people, this is also true.

But the way Gintoki looked at them lacked that kind of inquiry. He was calm, unlike anyone else, yet he looked at them more seriously than anyone else.

It’s just Maki and Mayi, maybe not even Zenin, but them.

Gintoki has incredible magic, and it seems that he can always detect their presence at a glance. He naturally slows down his pace and waits for them to fly over.

Maki and Mayi also have a little magic, and it seems that whenever Gintoki appears, they will run towards him.

Then he held his hands on the left and right.

Gintoki always says something disdainful.

But he never once shook off their hands.

Today, Maki and Mayi are also looking for their brother.

The pond is full of lotuses and there are crayfish crawling around. Will my brother fall into it and drown? The three Greek-style pillars in the courtyard. Is my brother hiding there? The remote mansion is incredibly exquisite. Is my brother eating strawberry parfait inside?

Maki and Mayi opened the door.

What you see is not curly white hair, but refreshing straight white hair.

“Maki… there are strange people here.”

“Don’t worry, Mayi! I will protect you!”

Gojo Satoru, who was already wearing sunglasses, opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Come on, he looks friendlier than Gintoki no matter how you look at him, is it possible that the Zenin family’s aesthetic concept is distorted? He deviated from the refreshing and righteous path and fell into the big pit of curly hair!

What’s going on with your Zen family?

This is a conspiracy!

Gojo Satoru knew about Gintoki’s two younger sisters.

Occasionally, he would crawl in from the wall to play with Gintoki, and would see the twins making noises in Gintoki’s house. They seemed to know no fatigue, and seemed to feel happy when they were together, so they stayed there without knowing the time.

Gintoki was sleeping on his side in the corridor, as if he was completely immune to the noise. Gojo Satoru also joined the children in making trouble, openly joining in the activity of painting on Gintoki’s face, and then clapping in celebration.

The result was forgotten.

Completely forgotten.

Although it happened only once or twice, did their revolutionary friendship disappear just like that?

Gojo Satoru stood up indignantly. His height, which was too tall for a child, made his tall and thin body look like a giant.

Gojo Satoru shook his body irregularly, twisting like a seaweed, and said in a sinister voice: “Your brother has been cursed.”

“How could it be…”

“My brother is very strong—”

They subconsciously snuggled together. Under Maki’s insistence, Mayi finally mustered up the courage to defend Gintoki, who was not present.

“Don’t say bad things about him.”

Oh no, there are still some little ghosts who haven’t been scared.

“That curly guy ate too many strawberry parfaits and was cursed with a terminal illness by the curly gene. Since everything from his soul to his exterior is curly, he has turned into a crayfish in the yard!”

Gojo Satoru’s words were decisive, as if no one except the crayfish in the yard knew Gintoki’s whereabouts. Perhaps there would be a mutated version of the whisker curl among the crayfish.

“What should we do, Maki? My brother has turned into a crayfish.” Mayi believed it instantly.

The courage gauge emptied immediately, and Mayu trembled as she held Maki’s hand.

“It’s okay, Mayi, I’m not afraid of crayfish. I will find my brother.”

Maki held her hand back to give her courage.