“No, no, absolutely not. I’m full right now. My stomach is packed with sugar, and the rest of today’s work is to take the sweet taste in my mouth back home and turn sugar into the energy of happiness! I don’t have any spare time to fight some Cursed Spirit! And—”
Gintoki briefly charged up, then protested in an even louder voice, “You definitely took a super troublesome mission, right!”
Grade 1?
Special Grade?
‘It’s definitely troublesome work that’ll take a lot of time to finish.’ “The bounty is all Gin-san’s, you bastard!”
“No way. The middleman fee takes a cut, brat.” ‘He wouldn’t know even if I took an 80 percent cut.’
Toji thought about the bounty amount listed on the black market.
“I can give you 500,000.”
500,000.
Gintoki’s gaze sharpened.
He could not earn that kind of money in the Zenin Clan.
No matter how many Cursed Spirits or Curse Users he defeated, the big share all became the Zenin Clan’s money.
What Gintoki could receive was only a fixed salary.
Even so, he was still spinning around every day, so busy he could not keep up.
Even when he was running the Yorozuya, 1 large main-plot mission could not earn 500,000.
‘No, wait.’
Gintoki suddenly quieted down.
‘Don’t be blinded by the profit in front of you.
Who is Zenin Toji?
If there’s room to exploit someone, he’ll definitely exploit it clean without hesitation.
Rather than praying that his conscience wakes up and he gives up most of the profit, it’s better to pray that he stops messing with Gintoki.’
“No. It has to be at least 1,000,000.” Gintoki held up 2 zeroes.
“This is the bottom line a man can’t give up. There are 2 important golden balls.”
Toji glanced at him.
“There’s a limit to how wide you can open your lion mouth. You’re worth 600,000 at most, from your dirty head to your dirty golden balls.”
“Damn it, you actually insulted my soul like that. If it’s not 900,000, I’ll smash your face with 1 punch! Let’s completely destroy that thing you’ll use to make a living in the future right now! Evil luck with women!”
“Who makes a living with that? I’ll give you 100,000 more. Take it and cleanse that rotten heart of yours.”
This was 700,000.
‘But in other words, 700,000 isn’t the upper limit of this price either!
This guy is just hiding within his comfort zone, making a small concession to make Gin-san lower his guard!’
‘This is bad!
Starting the price at 1,000,000 was a mistake!
A poor person can’t imagine how much a single Cursed Spirit in Jujutsu Kaisen is worth.
But thinking carefully, even though it’s something from 10 years later, 1 Special Grade Cursed Tool costs hundreds of millions, right!?’
‘Overpriced—!!!’
Instead, he paused strangely.
“Hey, Toji, how much does 1 Special Grade Cursed Tool cost right now?”
This time, it was Toji’s turn to pause.
‘Should I say it?
Do I really have to honestly tell this brat, who doesn’t understand market prices?
Special Grade Cursed Tools really sell for hundreds of millions right now.
After all, that stuff is in short supply, and the price rises casually.’
“Heh. Even if I sold you, you still couldn’t afford a Special Grade Cursed Tool.”
Naturally!
He chose to change the subject!
‘Does he have to answer just because he was asked?
No.
I don’t want him to notice the real market price.’
If it were an ordinary person, this kind of vague answer would be enough to fool them.
However, Gintoki was someone who had survived all the way until now through the Yorozuya, a place full of battles of wits!
What a joke!
The instant Toji wavered even slightly, Gintoki keenly sensed that something was off.
“A Special Grade Cursed Tool is so expensive~” Gintoki put on a frightened look, speaking with a cute little wave at the end while turning his face to the side.
At an angle Toji could not see, he showed a sinister expression.
Bypass him!
Just like how the Yorozuya directly talked to clients, all he had to do was bypass the annoying Toji and negotiate directly with the employer on the black market!
As for the favor of Toji bringing him along to make money?
What a joke.
How could something like that exist in Toji’s head!
‘Didn’t fool him, huh.’ Toji listened to Gintoki’s deliberately cute voice and casually threw him in front of the old building.
“Go, Gintoki.”
“Are you calling a dog?”
Gintoki took 2 steps forward.
The building was remote, gloomy, strange, and silent.
“Mm…” If nothing unexpected happened, there were Cursed Spirits inside.
Gintoki often went on missions, so he often dealt with Cursed Spirits.
Cursed Spirit No. 1, Cursed Spirit No. 2, whether he kneaded them into Justaway or into a Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon, there were so many that sculpting had been added to the list of skills he was good at.
But Gintoki swallowed.
Those were all times he went during group activities.
Right now, it was like a horror movie where the cannon-fodder team clearly knew there was a ghost in front of them, but still had to court death and go in to explore.
Make Gin-san go in alone?
He shakily looked toward Toji, and Toji met his eyes without understanding why.
‘What is this brat doing?’
“Uh, how about we brothers go to the bathroom together for the first time in a while? It’s been a long time since we competed over joystick shooting distance, right? Like marking our territory by that corner and then happily going back.”
“Hah?” Toji pulled at the corner of his mouth, unable to smile.
“Hah, what! What the hell! You don’t understand Gin-san’s feelings at all, right? I have psychological trauma with buildings like this. I always feel like something will pop out in the next second. It definitely will pop out. Cursed Spirits or whatever are fine, but a Stand will pop out! What am I supposed to do if I run into a floaty one! If I run into a doppelganger, I’ll die!”
“Who cares.” Toji was absolutely going to earn that 5,000,000.
He held Gintoki with 1 hand and walked inside.
As for what to do if a real fight started, worst case, he could use this brat who came with Cursed Energy as a weapon.
Could this be the correct standard for choosing weapons?
Wasn’t this even easier to use than a Cursed Tool?
Gintoki was so scared his body went stiff, and he hugged Toji’s hand.
The impatience in Toji’s heart slightly faded.
The more he looked, the more useful Gintoki seemed.
“Hey! I feel like the usage has already shifted from the original purpose!”
His thoughts seemed to have found a perfect opening.
Toji was serious.
He seriously carried it out.
So Gintoki crackled with sparks and lightning all the way, hugging Toji’s arm while desperately kicking the messy-looking Cursed Spirits around them.
“Toji, you bastard—!!” He was about to get thrown out.
As soon as he let go, he would turn into a star in the distance!
What kind of sonic-boom speed was this?
Being serious had gone too far!
No good.
He got motion sick.
After dealing with that group of Cursed Spirits, Gintoki shakily let go of Toji’s hand, directly knelt on the ground, and threw up.
“So dirty.”
“Don’t say it! Gin-san’s stomach was clearly full of desserts. If you shake me around more, the sweet stuff is all going to spill out.”
He never thought the sugar he ate would actually surge back up in reverse.
This was seriously awful, so awful that Gintoki’s energy was completely drained, and his whole body wilted as he flopped down.
Toji backed away a few steps in disgust and nudged him with the tip of his foot.
“Stop dawdling. Hurry up.”
“Making that kind of demand to someone who’s busy right now is way too lacking in common sense!”
‘Aren’t you still pretty full of life?’ Toji thoughtfully did not say it out loud.
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