‘Heh heh, only immature brats like you have heads full of killing people and stealing wallets.
Unlike Gin-san here~ I earn money just by eating chocolate~’
So damn irritating!
The impulse in Toji’s head almost gained the upper hand.
He nearly grabbed Gintoki by the face and dragged him back, then threw the wallet in Yaga’s face and said, who needs you to save us!
But the wallet won.
Sorry, the wallet won.
No matter how you looked at it, that wallet was bulging, right?
Unlike half-baked brats like them, who had no license and took private jobs, Yaga looked like a proper Jujutsu Sorcerer who could receive a salary no matter how you looked at him.
So he should be rich!
So lowering your head for money was not shameful!
Toji had no mental burden.
Saying 1 sentence would not make him lose flesh.
“Live well, ossan.”
Before they could squeeze more money out of him, live well, sucker.
Clearly, this was also another kind of concern.
At least in Yaga’s eyes, this could be understood as, “You have to live until the day you fulfill your promise too.”
“Mm.”
Yaga also wanted to touch Toji’s head, but Toji dodged easily like a black panther.
That speed, that reaction ability, the lack of sensed Cursed Energy, and a body with Heavenly Restriction.
On the other side was the complete opposite of Toji, with loud, flashy Cursed Energy that kept surging out like a Curse and then being suppressed again.
That was how he could stay in a dangerous balance without erupting.
2 very talented brats.
Live on, and meet again someday, sparks of the jujutsu world.
The 3 people who had somehow gathered together confirmed that there were no other hidden missions in the building, then walked out.
“You came in without putting down a Curtain. That’s basic for Jujutsu Sorcerers. Even if ordinary people can’t see Cursed Spirits or jujutsu, they will still feel fear toward dangerous movements and sounds. That is the fear of the masses, and also the energy that makes Cursed Spirits stronger.”
“I can’t put one down,” Toji answered lazily.
“I don’t know how,” Gintoki said, meaning no one had taught him.
Even the Zenin Clan, which had exploited Gintoki for years, had never imagined that a child would run out on his own to take private jobs.
That made it look like they abused children or something.
Although they really were abusing him.
Toji’s case was indeed an objective situation.
Putting down a Curtain was not something he could do just because he remembered it.
Yaga did not have time to tutor Gintoki right now either, so he only mentioned it in passing.
“A Curtain is also a type of Barrier Technique, only its method of use is more basic. At your current age, it’s normal even if you haven’t mastered it yet. Knowing to come here at night when no one is around was smart, but you also need to pay attention to your own safety.”
“Got it, got it, ossan who’s still very childlike despite being so old.”
Yaga did not deny it.
The Cursed Corpses he carried were all like children.
He pointed at the small car parked not far away.
“I’ll have the Assistant Manager arrange for you to go back.”
This was also Yaga’s way of protecting them.
They would not be observed as Jujutsu Sorcerers, but as children who had wandered into the scene by mistake.
As for where exactly they were going, Yaga also did not plan to force them to say out of goodwill.
Anyway, it was definitely one of those few families without a Jujutsu Sorcerer’s heart, right?
There were only that many in total.
If he investigated a little, he could use the names of these 2 people to find out exactly where they came from.
Toji and Gintoki took the ride openly and returned to the Zenin Clan Estate.
Toji himself had no Cursed Energy, so he would not be detected by the Zenin Clan’s Barrier at all.
Gintoki worked hard to gather the Cursed Energy and Curse inside his body together, compressing them into the amount of a Grade 4 Cursed Spirit, then openly climbed over the wall and went in.
They came back without gods or ghosts noticing.
“This is bad, really bad. Isn’t my role as the protagonist a little too weird? Who would treat the protagonist as a Grade 4 Cursed Spirit? Is it that thing? That chubby fly? That’s way too rude, hey.”
Toji did not care about his inner struggle.
He jabbed Gintoki with his elbow, signaling him to stop messing around and hurry up to look at their spoils.
Gintoki sat cross-legged on the sofa and slowly opened the wallet.
He had checked it carefully.
If every bill was 10,000 yen, then with this thickness, there should be at least 100,000 yen.
Under everyone’s eager expectation, Gintoki pulled out the bills inside.
Ah…
they were 1,000 yen bills.
Toji’s eyes immediately dimmed.
He sneered and had no intention of fighting a brat for pocket money.
It was only 10,000 yen.
Even if he sold 10 Gintokis, he still could not afford a Cursed Tool.
“What’s with that look! Isn’t this 10,000 yen exactly what you wanted to risk your life to steal?! Don’t look down on 10,000 yen! 10,000 yen is already enough to eat strawberry parfait every day!”
“Using 10,000 yen to buy your diabetes is a good deal.” Now it was Toji’s turn to sit cross-legged on the sofa.
He slowly went to turn in the bounty.
The other side did not waste words either, and the money was transferred very quickly.
For some reason, this Cursed Spirit that had been swiftly wiped out had a high price of 5,000,000 yen.
Without a doubt, according to the principle of distribution according to work, Gintoki could take the big share.
But.
Toji’s eyes sharpened.
Who wanted to distribute it according to work with him?
At most, when eating meat, he would bring Gintoki along for a sip of soup.
“500,000 yen.”
“Who are you trying to fool? The bounty is definitely more than 500,000 yen, right? Let me see!” Gintoki pounced over to Toji’s side, his target accurately aiming straight at the phone.
Toji did not have the lucky idea that this brat would know how to be modest.
Expecting Gintoki to learn modesty was worse than teaching Toji to care for his little brother.
He tossed the phone upward.
Without holding back at all, he took his usual training stance, and Gintoki accepted the fight without hesitation.
In just 1 breath, fists and feet were mercilessly thrown at each other’s faces and stomachs.
Toji endured it without making a sound.
Gintoki opened his mouth and coughed up liquid, then gritted his teeth and stretched out his arm to grab the phone.
How could Toji lose sight of the main goal?
He kicked Gintoki’s arm away at top speed, then used the momentum to lift his leg and catch the phone.
Gintoki flipped up and stepped on Toji’s stomach as a foothold, forcibly kicking Toji away.
Toji immediately adjusted his posture.
Instead of making Gintoki retreat from pain, he grabbed Gintoki’s calf and dragged him down.
The phone.
The phone that was so close at hand bounced gorgeously away from Gintoki’s hand.
The joy on Gintoki’s face instantly turned into panic.
Toji hurried to grab it, but it was already useless.
Because at the same time Gintoki’s fingers brushed across the outline of the phone, he failed to pull it farther in, and instead pushed it outward.
Just that tiny movement instantly sent the phone flying out of Toji’s maximum rescue range.
His arms and legs were long, but they had not grown to adult length yet.
So in the end, he still failed to catch it!
With a clang, the phone smashed onto the ground in front of the 2 people tangled together.
Silence.
The fight stopped with tacit understanding.
“The phone—!!!” Gintoki cried out in deep grief.
“Shut up. Apologize to the phone.” Toji reached out and punched Gintoki’s skull.
“This is all your fault, right! Do dogeza to the phone!!” In a state of extreme rage, Gintoki extremely furiously grabbed Toji’s hair by force, and extremely furiously pressed his head to the ground.
“You brat…”
“Forgive him, phone!”
Under their gazes, the screen slowly turned black.
“Don’t die!” Gintoki smashed it 2 more times with loud bangs.
The phone did not move.
It was only a corpse.
Toji did not move either.
It seemed like he had been stunned for a short moment.
But this stillness did not last long!
The extremely furious Tyrant of Heavenly Restriction climbed up from the ground, swiftly grabbed Gintoki’s head, and slammed him into the wall.
The world became quiet.
Now it was an atmosphere suited for smoking, though Toji still had no cigarettes in his pocket.
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