Toji folded his arms and waited for him to recover.
No good.
Using a Jujutsu Sorcerer as a weapon really did not work well.
No wonder Cursed Tools could sell for so much.
Toji instantly accepted this reality.
Just how important was 1 handy weapon that would not talk, and would not suddenly throw up in the middle of a fight?
“Who are you?” A steady and wary voice came from behind them.
Clearly, it was a Jujutsu Sorcerer who had arrived 1 step late.
Whether he was here to steal the job or had stumbled in by mistake was still up for discussion, though Toji really wanted to say that.
“He put down a Curtain. He’s a pro.” Toji’s eyes turned dangerous.
“Children?” Steady footsteps sounded in the dark corridor, and that adult man’s voice continued, “You don’t even know what you’re really facing, and you ran here just because you were fired up? Give up. Go back right now.”
“Go back to your peaceful daily lives.”
“You’re so annoying, rambling on and on. Are you the kind of ossan who thinks that just because he’s lived a few more years, he gets to tell other people what to do? Sorry, but whether it’s the Cursed Spirits here, the sugar in Gin-san’s stomach, or the bounty I still haven’t gotten, I’m not giving up any of it!” Gintoki wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth and said it with a serious expression.
A Curse?
The extremely dangerous aura made the man reflexively summon his Cursed Corpses, but before that group of fluffy things truly charged forward, he reached out and stopped them.
“You—”
“The Cursed Spirit scramble starts now! Whoever exorcises it first gets it, so don’t complain later, ossan!” Gintoki suddenly dashed forward, pulling Toji with him as he charged ahead.
“Wait!” The ossan was caught off guard and was half a beat too slow.
He hurried after them, only to find that his speed actually could not catch up to those 2 clearly young children.
They were obviously children, right?
Were those really children!
“What exactly are you doing? Whoever exorcises it first gets it, so we should turn around right now and kill that man.” From Toji’s point of view, it was not like a bounty mission on the black market could no longer be taken once someone else accepted it.
Arriving at this place at exactly this time.
How could he be some ordinary kindhearted Jujutsu Sorcerer who happened to pass by?
He was definitely a fellow professional here to steal the job.
Since he was here to steal the job.
Then of course they should casually kill the guy stealing the job too.
Anyway, Jujutsu Sorcerers were all about the same to him.
“Hey, hey, jumping straight to killing just because we disagree? Are you an idiot? He’s not the mission target. Even if you cut off his head, your pocket won’t gain 1 copper coin. The most time-saving and effort-saving method is obviously to finish off the Cursed Spirits and retreat, right? Who wants to work overtime?”
“After killing him, his wallet also belongs to me… us.”
“That ‘us’ was definitely added after you realized it at the last second, right? So stiff! But that’s completely not proportional. I don’t care how you live, but a person’s life is much heavier than you think. The moment you take someone else’s life, you also need the resolve to have your own life taken. Are you really going to fall there?” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Impossible.
A Jujutsu Sorcerer of that level could not possibly kill him.
Toji instinctively thought that.
He should have said it calmly.
Gintoki was telling him that he did not need to hold that kind of resolve.
Because the winner would only be him, and even dying did not matter.
Whether it was taking someone else’s life or having his own life taken by someone else, none of it had anything to do with the weight of his wallet.
It was not within his consideration at all.
Like duckweed that did not fit in with the world, it did not matter where he died.
If he did not rob others, others would rob him.
If he did not fight back when he was bullied, he would be swallowed whole, and even his final struggle would turn into a laughingstock for others to enjoy.
This world was never beautiful in the first place.
Ugliness and filth were the normal state.
The warmth Gintoki had once embraced was as rare as a miracle.
“Naive fool.”
But searching for Cursed Spirits took a lot of time, and Toji had no time to argue with him.
He only said 1 sentence to show his stance, then charged deeper inside without stopping.
Turning back now to kill that Jujutsu Sorcerer would be too much trouble.
Toji and Gintoki rushed nonstop toward the place where the filth of Cursed Energy was thickest.
After Gintoki gained a sense of competition, he ran extremely fast, shouting, “My money—!” as he sprinted the whole way.
Toji felt that the weird feeling of being moved just now must have been an illusion.
“Even if you don’t run straight, it doesn’t matter, right? Anyway, everyone is dirty. Humans automatically produce mud, you know. But as you keep running, you’ll find the right path, and the mud on your body will mix into 1 lump and fall off. When that time comes, things will feel easier.”
“What are you talking about?” Toji suddenly jumped to the side.
Gintoki also retreated to the side, dodging the Cursed Spirit charging at him.
A Cursed Spirit?
It was a Cursed Spirit, right…
Looking at that light, floating, white, half-transparent body, that long black hair, and those red sharp claws stabbing toward him, no matter how he looked at it, it felt like something else.
“It’s a Cursed Spirit, idiot.”
A Cursed Spirit.
This world had that kind of local specialty.
Gintoki suppressed the emotions surging up inside him.
After smoothly getting started, he did not hesitate to punch the Cursed Spirit in the face.
Its light, floating appearance seemed like just an illusion.
In that instant, it bloomed like a soft white flower, and the stench and liquid of the Curse sprayed out together.
“If you’re not a ghost, then don’t pretend to be all floaty and trick people! You bastard—!!! I’ll kill you!”
Gintoki shouted his finishing line with righteous fury and overflowing passion.
The Cursed Spirit was pierced through by this blow, its body flipping 13 times in the air before finally landing miserably.
Under its drifting long hair was a face covered in eyes, too horrible to look at.
“If I see this today, I’m going to have nightmares tonight, right? How are you going to pay me compensation for emotional damage?” Gintoki refused to let up.
His hands kept smashing Cursed Energy into the Cursed Spirit’s face.
Like he was venting, he made every eye blur before finally exorcising it.
“Great. Tonight, I should be able to have a dream with only desserts.” Gintoki refreshedly wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead.
“How exactly do you usually do missions?” Toji felt curious.
“They give me normal Cursed Tools to use!”
Toji looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart.
In the end, it was all because the Zenin Clan was too stingy.
Even when they gave him something, they did it in a miserly way, always thinking about how once someone died, the Cursed Tool had to be recovered.
Was this what human rights were?
Was this what having no human rights felt like!
“You two!”
“I already said you’re so damn naggy! Are you my Otou-san or something!”
Gintoki turned his head and shouted at the ossan who had just greeted them and only now arrived late.
Seeing that Toji was about to enter battle mode again, Gintoki calmed down and spoke first.
“Got it, got it. You’re Michiko’s dad, right?”
A question mark popped up above the man’s head.
“When girls grow up, they all go through this kind of phase, right? They hate their dad’s lectures, underwear can’t be washed together, the pillow is full of ossan stink, stuff like that. Although these things are unavoidable, compared with looking for your daughter in a dangerous place like this, I suggest you look somewhere else.”
“For example, a female ghost factory or something.”
“Who would raise their daughter in a place like that!”
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