“Don’t blame me. This is the latest fashion trend. As long as people squeeze into the same frame, weird CDs and drama CDs will get mass-produced, and before long, the newest crack ship doujinshi will show up on that pink app. Gin-san came from the production team next door, so I’m still a little safer. Don’t drag me along with you.”
“Being dragged along is way too scary. What kind of position is that, and what kind of tangled-yarn-ball relationship line is that? Top, bottom, sandwich cookie. If we get shoved together, we’ll definitely get squeezed into some weird shura field.”
“Zenin Naoya is exactly that kind of role!”
Prejudice!
Discrimination!
But it was exactly that kind of vibe!
It was all the Zenin Clan’s fault, right?!
Seriously unbelievable.
They had actually managed to keep going for that many years.
Even Gin-san felt impressed.
How were they supposed to keep continuing from here?
Rather, wasn’t the surname already about to change?
Thinking this, Gintoki felt a little relieved again.
“Since it’s already the end, it doesn’t matter if things get messed around with a bit. Sorry, I used a weird filter just now. Now it feels like reality itself is weird, so there’s not much need to add a filter.”
As he spoke, he kept eating, with an attitude like he was treating the Gojo Clan’s evening banquet as his own dining table.
He ate enough to make it worth it, and even planned to eat and take some away, speaking unclearly with his mouth full.
Toji did not hear clearly what he was saying, but his instinct told him Gintoki was insulting the Zenin Clan.
In Toji’s heart, both he and Gintoki could cut ties with the Zenin Clan.
So no problem.
Curse them out as much as he wanted.
Toji nodded while picking through the food Gintoki had not yet endangered and eating it.
As expected of the Gojo Clan, who had laid out a huge banquet.
Even in this kind of setting, where everyone was doing big-family socializing and basically no one had come aiming to eat the feast, the taste and quality were not careless at all.
While eating, Gintoki felt, ‘Zenin Clan, learn from this!’
‘Learn!’
So under these circumstances, when Gojo Satoru entered, the first thing he saw was not the honored guests lining the path, but the 3-person group that was eating a lot, looking a lot, and just not looking at him.
He felt a little angry.
Silver-white hair without even the slightest mixed color, shining brilliantly under the indoor lights.
A moon-white kimono without even the smallest decoration.
Even those pure white lashes, the same color as his hair, were ornaments made to set off his blue eyes.
The divine child’s expression was calm and cold.
His eyes did not tremble at all, as if he was not pleased by things or saddened by himself, as if the praise of the world had nothing to do with him.
Gojo Satoru had been born as heaven’s favored child.
Even though from beginning to end, Gojo Satoru did not give them even the slightest charity of a glance, as if they did not exist.
But no matter how cold his appearance looked, it was all something his mother had reminded him about several times in advance.
Something about, as the divine child, he had to show a sacred feeling in front of people.
It was pretty cool, sure.
The praise around him was basically like a flood, trying to swallow him into a wave of admiration.
But Gojo Satoru was childishly angry.
Of all people, the ones who looked around his age did not see him.
Was the food really that good!
All of that was his!
Because Gojo Satoru was born certain to inherit the Gojo Clan, everything in the Gojo Clan was his.
Letting others eat it did not matter, but ignoring him because they were eating was way too ridiculous!
Gojo Satoru was Gojo Satoru!
‘I’m the Six Eyes of the Gojo Clan!’
Either he truly got angry, or he suppressed his anger and kept up his aloof pose.
In the end, Gojo Satoru was only a child.
More accurately, he was a child who had been burdened with great expectations since young, filled with endless confidence, and had a self-esteem so strong it was ridiculous.
So he honestly got angry.
Surrounded by the major families, he ignored those moon-around-the-stars gazes and slowly walked toward the 2 people eating with great joy, paying no attention at all to the hand his mother reached out behind him.
Even if she was his birth mother, an uncrossable gap had always existed between a mortal body and a divine child.
His mother failed to stop him.
After subconsciously raising her hand, she no longer had the courage or strength to stop him.
Gojo Satoru lived in exactly this kind of world.
A father proud of him, a mother who respected him, and servants as many as the stars.
His food, clothing, housing, and travel, every single thing was treated as the highest priority.
He was lifted onto the clouds and acted however he wanted.
As for the gazes others cast at him on their own, and the judgments they made on their own, Gojo Satoru did not care about any of them—at least right now, he could openly ignore them.
“Hey, I’m Gojo Satoru.”
The pretty little boy walked straight to the dining table and introduced himself in a reserved and arrogant tone.
If those important figures who had been ignored by Gojo Satoru judged it, they could easily tell what was hidden and revealed in the boy’s words.
Gojo Satoru.
First was “Gojo,” second was “Six Eyes,” and last was “Satoru.” Because he was “Gojo,” this land under their feet belonged to Gojo Satoru, and the food they were chewing also belonged to Gojo Satoru.
Now that he was the “Six Eyes,” this was an unquestionable fact.
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This was also the source of his confidence and pride.
Toji could more or less understand it.
It was not because he deliberately tried to figure out the minds of children from major families.
He had simply seen too much, so practice made perfect.
Born with talent and ability far beyond ordinary people, what was wrong with stepping on common mortals like them?
Just like humans crushing insects beneath their feet, he could naturally look down on all living beings.
Toji set down the plate in his hand and silently watched this newly born monster.
Gojo Satoru seemed to sense something, and his blue eyes met Toji’s.
Of course, Gojo Satoru did not put him in his eyes.
He only sensed his existence.
In the world of Jujutsu Sorcerers, Toji was as tiny as a pebble, but Gojo Satoru could sense him.
The corner of Toji’s mouth lifted slightly.
He was a little curious now.
What kind of sparks would this monster and his family’s idiot create?
A moment later, Gojo Satoru placed his gaze back on the person he was focused on.
Gintoki had no interest at all in the twists and turns inside their stomachs.
Even if he knew this was an important character’s first appearance and the readers could start sending money, he still ultimately lost to the temptation of the buffet.
‘Is he here to steal food?
He can’t be here to steal food, right?
There are only me and Toji at this table.
I’ve never met Gojo Satoru before, so it’s not like it’s love at first sight and he’s saying, “You look so pretty when you eat, my heart is racing.”‘
‘So he isn’t here for people.’
‘Then he must be here for the food.’ Gintoki sped up the pace of shoveling food into his mouth.
He hated these noble-born brats who had anything they wanted, yet still looked at someone else’s bowl and thought it smelled better.
Would Gojo Satoru do something like this?
He did not know!
But unfortunately, his willingness to believe that Gojo Satoru as a child was a good kid had already been completely shattered by his obsession with “stealing the dining table.”
So before Gojo Satoru even had time to reach out and grab anything, Gintoki struck first.
At a speed ordinary people could not reach, completely ignoring that the other party was the host, he shamelessly kicked Gojo Satoru away.
“This is my family’s dining table! No one is allowed to come near it!!”
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