So why the hell was he running outside!
He was in baby mode right now.
Was this really okay?!
Whether he got killed by a Cursed Spirit or just collapsed and died outside, either way, that death would be super tragic, right!
Ah, his mom was sleeping inside.
Then there was really no choice!
Come on, come on!
Gin-san was still the protagonist of another work, after all.
Since he came next door for a cameo, there had to be some kind of bonus, right?
Like Kamehameha, Bankai, Pegasus Meteor Fist!
Anything is fine, I want a special move too!
At worst, give me Lake Toya back!
Gintoki crawled and crashed into the Barrier.
At the same time, a huge alarm rang through the entire Zenin Clan.
In just a moment, a large number of the Zenin Clan’s armed forces, the Kukuru Unit, had already taken position.
They looked down from above at the dirty baby on the ground, their faces blank, showing no emotion at all.
Hey, what the hell, is this all my fault?!
Did Gin-san wake you guys up?!
Look over there!
There’s a bigger enemy over there!
Over there!
Gintoki shakily stretched out a finger, wanting to dump the blame on the Cursed Spirit that had chased him all the way here.
But before he even raised his hand, he realized there was nothing behind him.
The moment he crashed into the Barrier, the Cursed Spirit had already run away.
Hey—don’t be so good at reading the room, you small-fry bastard!
Now this really all became Gin-san’s fault!
What else could he do?
He was a baby.
He did not understand anything.
Gintoki opened his lifeless dead-fish eyes and silently looked to the side.
“Captain, he’s the only one here. There are also traces of a Grade 4 Cursed Spirit.”
“Mm.” The captain, Zenin Nobuaki, clearly did not care much about some Grade 4 Cursed Spirit either.
He looked at the little baby on the ground, whose eyes were full of tears and who looked deeply moved.
Gintoki’s eyes widened in rare emotion.
Didn’t this prove his innocence!
This huge blame that he would definitely have had to carry back in Edo actually had a day when it could be taken off.
Long live modern jujutsu!
I’m so touched.
I can leave now, right?
Gintoki wriggled out of the Barrier.
Halfway through, Zenin Nobuaki picked him up.
His tiny body swayed in the diaper, then quietly gave up struggling.
Since you already picked me up, just take Gin-san home while you’re at it, ossan.
In the end, he could not go home.
Gintoki was directly dragged to the Clan Head.
Wait!
Was this a heavyweight problem that needed the old man to handle?!
Gintoki stayed on full alert as he observed the old man in front of him.
As he kept looking, he found another heavyweight problem.
Although the Clan Head was already so old that his head was full of white hair, overall, it was clearly still smooth and straight.
What did that mean!
With his grandpa’s support, Gintoki felt that his natural curl genes were finally saved!
As for the bad texture he had touched, that was an illusion, right?
Babies were just easy to sweat, and when you sweated, it made your hair curly.
It definitely wasn’t Gin-san himself being curly!
After Gintoki happily reached the conclusion that the future was full of hope, the Clan Head also reached a conclusion that made Gintoki’s whole childhood go dark.
“Heh. Let him join the Kukuru Unit. You’ll be in charge of training him, Nobuaki.”
“Yes.”
In the Zenin Clan, the Clan Head’s order was everything.
Even if he wanted a subordinate to give up their life, it was only a matter of one sentence, let alone a mere baby.
A child who had not awakened his Cursed Technique yet could count as a potential stock, but as long as Schrodinger’s cat box had not been opened and it had not been proven that he had truly inherited the Zenin Clan’s Cursed Technique, he still could not be called a Zenin Clan Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Compared with a guy with zero Cursed Energy, he barely counted as human, but as long as he was not a Zenin Clan Jujutsu Sorcerer, he had no meaning at all.
The Zenin Clan was like a conservative and old-fashioned giant dragon, guarding its only shining treasure.
The endless bloodline was for it.
The status they had built up was for it.
Everything existed to let the precious Cursed Technique keep being passed down through its vessels.
Other than that, no matter how strong something was, it had no value.
Zenin Nobuaki found it hard to tell whether the Clan Head’s decision was goodwill or malice.
Gintoki looked obedient.
Even when Nobuaki held him in a totally uncomfortable way, he only swung in his diaper like he was on a swing.
You really could not tell that this was an existence that meant bad luck from the moment he was born.
Yes, bad luck.
It was not because of Gintoki’s silver hair, which should not have come from the Zenin Clan, or even because of those listless scarlet eyes.
It was judged from the Cursed Energy people were born with.
For Jujutsu Sorcerers, Cursed Energy could be treated as a mark of identity.
And if you looked closely at Gintoki’s Cursed Energy, you would find that it was not the state a baby should have.
It was not even the state a human should have.
It was a Curse.
It even far surpassed Special Grade Cursed Spirit level.
It was like the incarnation of the very essence of a Curse.
This bad luck became even more obvious after the birth of Gojo Satoru from the Gojo Clan next door, one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families.
The stronger the light was, the deeper the shadow beneath it became.
Openly exposing this shadow to the light—bad luck.
Gintoki knew nothing about this.
He also did not have any childish heart to swing around in a diaper.
Right now, his mind was blank.
There were only bright red words in it.
I’m done for!!!
If Gintoki had been given a little time to calm down, he would have had the mood to curse out the old man: Your family makes babies join an armed organization?
Your family starts exploiting people from 60 days old?
Are you the kind of parent who wants your child to get into Tokyo University no matter what?
Because the kid might not get into private school, you start strictly controlling their study time from prenatal education?
Adults like that are completely twisted control freaks!
Give Gin-san back his innocent and lively childhood!
I’m filing a complaint with the PTAaaa!!!
But a baby could not speak, so what the Clan Head heard was only a child’s babbling.
A gloomy life had begun!
But after Gintoki started training, his body was always slacking off, while mentally, he did not feel that unwilling.
As for why.
He and his mom moved into a better estate.
After hearing the news, Zenin Ogi even lowered himself and came to their courtyard to visit mother and son.
Gintoki lay in the crib, completely uninterested in his dad’s big face.
He slowly looked toward his mom beside him.
The woman’s smile was still gentle.
But there was something more in it, something that did not exist when only Gintoki was there.
It was like she took her husband’s joy as her joy, her husband’s achievements as her achievements, and the family’s wholeness as her own wholeness.
Even though Zenin Ogi did not take another look at the woman who had given birth to his son from start to finish, she still smiled happily.
Just looking at that expression of hers made Gintoki feel that everything was worth it.
If they wanted to pull up seedlings to force them to grow, then fine.
When Gintoki was little, he had survived on the battlefield.
He used everything he could get from corpses to make sure he survived.
Wasn’t that even more like forcing growth than training?
After all, every mother hoped her son could stand out.
But having to start working hard at 2 months old was still way too harsh.
By the time his bones had developed enough to support his body, Gintoki could already walk and talk at the same time.
“Gintoki is amazing. You’re basically a genius! How could an ordinary child talk when he’s only a few months old?”
“An ordinary child also isn’t the male lead from another production team, and they definitely don’t start training from 2 months old, right? Ah—why can other kids lie comfortably in their cribs while Gin-san has to fight hard to win favor? Is this what they mean by poor children taking charge early?”
He stared with dead-fish eyes and retorted.
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