Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys Chapter 176

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After Cang sped past.

Geto Xiayou jumped out of the window on the other side.

The slight force of stepping on the window sill caused the wooden board to bend, and the body blocked the flowing wind.

The sound was enough to make Gintoki look past Aoi and turn his head to look at him: “Hey, what’s going on? A challenge? What’s the point of choosing the strongest runner-up of Jujutsu High School after Nozomi? There are no silver medals here.”

“It still makes sense.”

Geto Suguru prepared his starting stance and attacked Gintoki together with Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru, who knew that he had to delay time, immediately chose to face the challenge and challenge the evil mechanism monster.

Xia Youjie knew that this matter could be resolved peacefully.

After all, there is no reason to beat up the person just to create a good atmosphere before revealing the answer to the mystery and saying Happy Birthday to the birthday boy.

Isn’t the original intention of holding a birthday party shaken?

This feeling lasted until the moment I actually met Gintoki.

He seemed to understand why Gojo Satoru would still fire one shot even though he knew that Cang was ineffective.

Because I want to attract attention.

I want to be as drifting as a cloud, looking up at the sky, it seems that no one can accommodate Gintoki in their heart.

At that moment, I definitely looked at him.

At the same time, he was also arrogant and wanted to overcome the difficulties that were completely insurmountable by relying on the invalidation!

It’s strange that Gojo Satoru himself uses a technique with no lower limits, which makes it difficult for others to break through the defense.

It’s natural that he wants to find another mechanism to reveal the secret of Gintoki’s strength.

Amid the swinging fists, Gintoki swayed his body and jumped back to avoid the attack from the two of them.

“Does the title of the second strongest person in Jujutsu High School sound good? After all, everyone remembers the first place. The second place has always stayed in the shadows and is hard to be seen.”

“If I defeat you, I will be promoted to the strongest in the world of spell arts.”

“That kind of title, if you like it, I’ll give it to you, you’re welcome.”

Geto Suguru relied solely on physical skills to intercept together with Gojo Satoru.

No spells used had any real effect, the only thing left was the physical skills that the sorcerers did not recognize.

“It worked, but it’s a really troublesome method.” Glass sighed.

He turned his eyes away from the three people who had already moved away from the dormitory building after many rounds of fighting.

She walked to the window. “So how’s the progress?”

The huge cream cake fell down tragically, and the children were squatting beside it, picking up the parts that had not yet touched the ground and stuffing them into their mouths.

Occasionally, it is also applied on other children’s faces.

Hearing Glass’s voice, the children whose faces were covered with cream beyond recognition spoke one sentence after another.

“Asuka-sama is out making a new cake, and Naoya-sama is supervising.”

“Mr. Nightmoth is helping too. Is that okay? Can the cake really be made?”

“Zhengdao is very gentle, and he will be gentle with cakes too.”

“The man with sunglasses said he bought the best flour, the best butter, and everything else.”

“It smells great. Gin-chan will be happy.”

“Mei, you should use respectful titles when addressing elders.”

Glass looked at the cake that had fallen to the ground. If the height of the table was included, it would probably reach the ceiling.

It’s clear who the culprit is.

She climbed in through the window and went to the small kitchen in the dormitory building to check on the status of the group that was rushing to make cakes.

“Master Naoya! We don’t have time to leisurely stir the buttercream anymore. Please use the electric whisk and finish it quickly!”

“Who are you ordering, stupid woman! This is the method Gintoki-kun used. It was the optimal solution many years ago. There is no room for optimization with an electric egg beater.”

“Gintoki-kun can also judge the situation. Even if you stir it manually, the cream will not taste good. It won’t have any extra soul. Please pursue efficiency.”

“I said no, right? I’ve already made it clear who you are. You’re just a member of the Kūjuru team. You’re already giving me a break on Gintoki’s birthday by being able to talk to me. Don’t try to push your luck.”

“I accidentally got all the manual egg beaters wet, please give it up.”

“Do you think there won’t be any problems with Gintoki-kun here? I’ll kill you, stupid woman!”

The moth wore heat-insulating gloves and took the freshly baked cake base out of the oven.

Someone passing by tapped them lightly: “Don’t quarrel. When you quarrel, your saliva will spray into the cream.”

What a reasonable reason.

Naoya and Asuka settle down.

While the moth was removing the cake from the mold, Asuka was cutting the fruit while Naoya was whipping the butter into frosting with an electric whisk.

“He seems to be much stricter than Soshiro-sensei. But he can bake cakes, so he must be a gentle teacher.”

“Huh? There’s no comparison at all. A sorcerer who comes from a grassroots background is totally unqualified to be Gintoki-kun’s teacher.”

Naoya dipped his little finger in some cream and put it in his mouth to taste it, then pushed the whole bowl to Asuka.

“As expected, the Zenin family is the most suitable for Gintoki-kun.”

“Yeah……”

“Don’t use that tone. Use a more affirmative tone.”

Asuka ignored the young master who had already finished his work, turned her head to take the cream, and happened to meet Naoko’s eyes.

“Hello, I’m Zenin Asuka. You’re a classmate of Gintoki-kun, right?”

“I’m Ieiri Nitro.”

It was the first time that Nozomi saw a member of the Zenin family other than Zenin Naoya.

She tried to match the amount of information Gojo Satoru was spouting in her mind.

However, there was no trace of a stalker on the black-haired girl’s face.

How much did Gojo Satoru exaggerate?

“We’re almost at the stage of decorating. Miss Jiarui, would you like to join us?”

“Um…Okay.”

Actually, it doesn’t make any sense.

But decorating the cake is like decorating Gintoki. Fill the pure white space with bright colors and use cute things to add a childish but lively atmosphere.

Big triangular strawberries, square chocolates, and round colorful sugar balls.

“Ah, it’s crooked.”

“It’s okay, Gintoki-kun won’t mind. And the cake has to go in the stomach.”

“What are you talking about? I said I wanted to make the best cake. How can I hand it over if it’s defective? I can’t make it for you.”

“Has he always been like this?”

“Well, please ignore it.” Asuka handed over the ingredients to be put on the cake: “This is already the best cake.”

Zenin Naoya clenched his fists.

He snorted coldly and walked outside. Everything here was almost over and he could finally go see Gintoki.

Yeah.

The fight started. The fight started.

Naoya held his face in his hands, staring at their actions without blinking.

Gintoki, who was walking between the two people with ease and just managing his balance, couldn’t help but shudder. He was almost caught by Geto Suguru: “I have a bad feeling.”

“You were distracted during the sparring. You are too lax.”

“Haven’t we satisfied you yet? Hurry up and let him see how powerful you are, Jay. Turn your bangs into a bazooka and fire.”

“There’s no such setting, Satoru.”

It’s not the feeling between offense and defense, but the extremely familiar instinct that reminds me.

What exactly was overlooked?

This feeling that I want to ignore but can’t.

Gintoki tilted his head amidst the noise from the two of them and looked in the direction of Naoya.