Like every behind-the-scenes final boss who can’t bear to turn on the lights, there were only a few candles lit in the room.
The flickering candlelight made the Clan Head’s figure sway with it.
Annoyed, gloomy, and forced awake to work overtime.
His feelings were really complicated.
Gintoki knelt on the cold floor.
In front of him was the Zenin Clan Head, looking down at him.
It was clearly a complete top-down composition, but because Gintoki’s gaze did not dodge at all, it instead gave off a bit of a “lower ranks overthrowing the higher ranks” feeling.
His scarlet eyes looked sharp like a beast’s in the night.
“Hey, hey, can you stop staring at me with those eyes like, ‘How much can this kid sell for?’ You’re exploiting Gin-san’s surplus value that openly? Even evil capitalists aren’t as cruel as you, you damn old geezer!”
“Not bad. I originally only thought your Cursed Energy aura was special. I didn’t expect the Cursed Technique on you to be quite rare too.”
“Isn’t that normal? Gin-san still counts as a protagonist, more or less. If I’m dropping by next door, bringing a little cheat ability isn’t too much, right? This is called a Golden Finger. Learned something new, huh?”
“With your current strength, you’re already qualified to enter the Hei Unit.”
“But you won’t let me go anyway, right?”
Gintoki did not really want to go either.
“It’s still work either way. Even if my position changes, there won’t be any better treatment. They’re all troublesome guys. Seriously, instead of worrying about battle strength, worry about mental state first. Mental state can kill people, for real!”
The Clan Head acted like he had not heard him at all.
From beginning to end, he perfectly ignored his nonsense.
“You successfully tested out the ability of Limitless. Your punishment for leaving the confinement room without permission will be written off. In addition, you are allowed to choose 1 Cursed Tool from the Zenin Clan’s warehouse.”
“I want the most expensive one.”
“You know the price of failure.”
“Tch. Drawing a big cake first, then only giving benefits after success. Stingy old man.”
What a pain.
He might as well think about what was written in the manga, then casually cut out a little and tell him.
The problem was that too much time had passed, so he already could not remember it that clearly.
The move names were so hard to shout.
How were those kanji even pronounced?
On the day he got the news, Gintoki swaggered out to get some fresh air.
This was his first time going out without any Zenin Clan members or Toji accompanying him.
He did not even need to think.
Gintoki headed straight for a dessert shop.
During these few days of being locked up in the Zenin Clan, the body and mind he had finally recovered at the Gojo Clan’s banquet had grown dim again.
Traditional sweets were tasty too, sure.
But sometimes, he still missed cake.
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Thinking that, Gintoki ordered 1 strawberry parfait and happily started waiting for the rabbit by the tree stump.
If he caught the rabbit, he would just hit it 2 times for show.
If he did not, then he would say Gojo Satoru told him himself through carrier pigeon or telepathy.
Gintoki waited, and after all that, the strawberry parfait finally arrived.
Bright red strawberry slices lined the glass in a full ring.
Big strawberries decorated the milk ice cream.
Strawberry jam was poured all over it in a bold curve, and 2 strawberry Pocky sticks were stuck on top.
Holding the long-handled spoon, Gintoki showed a bright smile.
At the same time he scooped up the ice cream, that white-haired boy appeared on the street outside with his hands in his pockets.
Just as Gintoki was about to enjoy the strawberry parfait in front of him, the parfait was suddenly blown away.
The shop staff around him screamed.
Gintoki froze in his chair.
Gintoki: ?
In the end, he only got one bite!
He stood up with a gloomy face.
“Who the hell attacked my strawberry parfait! Are you kidding me! This was rare dessert time! Use sugar to atone for your sins, divine punishment!”
He quickly jumped out through the hole, ready to settle the score.
During that time, Gojo Satoru expressionlessly turned his gaze toward the Curse Users.
“Small-fry trash, what are you looking at?”
Gojo Satoru clearly sensed their presence.
It was only a show of force.
The cowardly Curse Users immediately fled, but whether they were brave or scared stupid, some Curse Users actually attacked openly in a busy downtown area and even dragged Gintoki’s dessert into it.
“Hmph, not like there’s any difference anyway.”
The reason Gojo Satoru could stand alone on the street was because the Gojo Clan had absolute trust in his ability.
Even when he went out, he had the strength to deal with Curse Users by himself.
Though the timing of him going out alone had been delayed by a few days because of a certain someone’s existence.
Gojo Satoru silently remembered it.
This was the first point.
He had failed to maintain the noble, cold image of a divine child at the banquet.
While Gojo Satoru used Limitless to counterattack, he thought, this was the second point.
“Next time I catch him, I’ll definitely make him pay me back.” He was Gojo Satoru.
Silently taking a loss with his mouth shut was not his style.
Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.
As for what to do if ordinary people saw him openly using a technique.
What did that have to do with him?
Gojo Satoru put his hands back into his pockets and continued walking down the road.
The next second, a head of silver curls suddenly rushed out of the dessert shop next door.
A sweet strawberry smell drifted with the wind, and sunlight lit up those dull, dirty curls, making him look faintly bright.
But in Gojo Satoru’s senses, the situation was very complicated.
It was like a condensed Curse, and also like endless restraints.
Many heavy things had been compressed and gathered into a child’s body, making even Gojo Satoru unable to stop himself from looking a few more times.
“It’s you, Curly.”
Gintoki was still angry, and hearing that only made him even angrier.
“Well, well, isn’t this Killua-kun? Before I knew it, you got this big. When you were just born, I even held you.”
Gojo Satoru found it funny.
Like a brat just let out from kindergarten, he swung his arms and ran over beside Gintoki.
“Don’t be so mad. You like dessert shops that much? Perfect. I like this kind of thing too.”
“Hmph.” Gintoki still crossed his arms in a tsundere way and lifted his chin high.
“Unlike your acquired hobby, where you have to eat sweets to replenish the brainpower you burn, Gin-san’s pursuit of sugar is something I was born with. Hand over your share too, then talk!”
It was definitely because of him!
Even if the attack had not been aimed at him, Gojo Satoru was definitely a factor!
Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
His Super Invincible Giant Strawberry Meow Meow Parfait had such a happy name.
It sounded happy just hearing it.
No wonder new drinks at milk tea shops had names that were getting longer and longer.
But!
It was gone!
The strawberry parfait had run away together with the shop staff!
“Hm, how should I put it? My Limitless needs a lot of calculations, so my brain consumes way more energy than ordinary people.” Gojo Satoru lightly tapped his temple with his finger, then pointed at Gintoki’s curls.
“There are a lot of weird things about you. They say Jujutsu Sorcerers and ordinary people have different brain structures, and that it’s decided from the moment of birth. It’s a difference in physical structure.”
“So, since you’re weird, your brain structure should be different too, right?”
“You keep saying ‘weird’ over and over. Has your brain been pickled in ‘weird’ until it soaked in the flavor?”
The wind surged up in an instant.
The two of them raised their hands at the same time, then stopped in tacit understanding right before they were about to touch.
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