The Blue wrapped around Gojo Satoru’s fist burst with blue light, but the moment that azure glow touched Gintoki, it spread out like a halo.
There was not even time for the eye to catch the path of that spread before Gojo Satoru’s fist made solid contact with Gintoki’s stopped hand.
He smiled with great interest.
Although he still could not make a final conclusion, he had definitely found something interesting.
Gojo Satoru opened his fingers and, without the protection of Limitless, tightly interlocked his fingers with Gintoki’s palm.
“…”
Did time stop?
Of course it did not.
Gojo Satoru looked like he was waiting to watch a good show, waiting for Gintoki to explode.
Gintoki only felt that something was wrong with Gojo Satoru’s brain.
It could not really be because he had eaten too little sweets, right?
Then didn’t that mean this guy could openly eat sweets without worrying about side effects like high blood sugar or diabetes?
So mad!
This guy’s character setting was way too convenient.
Gintoki was so jealous he was envious!
Gintoki glared with eyes red from envy and decisively shook off Gojo Satoru’s hand.
“You knew there was no Limitless, but you still dared to stick close to me? Did you not learn your lesson during those few extra days you stayed at the Gojo Clan?”
Gojo Satoru poked his index fingers together, seeming a little regretful that his palm had become empty.
“If you wanted to attack me, you would have attacked me back in the shop, right? Now that we’ve really met, are you happy?”
“Happy my ass! Give me back my strawberry parfait!” Gintoki grabbed Gojo Satoru’s shoulders and shook him.
“Got it, got it. Parfait, right?”
Gojo Satoru was shaken back and forth, but he still found time to smile while arranging seats.
And so, they smoothly connected straight into going to a dessert shop together.
Wasn’t that sentence a little too natural for the tense atmosphere just now?
Gintoki thought.
Ah, that deluxe large strawberry parfait over there was shining with an irresistible light.
What was wrong with that?
Anyway, after getting tired from fighting, now was the time to replenish sugar, right?
Gojo Satoru thought.
Want to try the cream daifuku over there?
I really recommend that one.
They had not even started fighting, right?
But this level was just right.
Do they have that thing?
Something called Zunda Fresh Cream Kikufuku.
It feels like a local specialty.
“They don’t.” Gojo Satoru waved his hand.
“Eh, weren’t we still having a mental conversation until just now? Suddenly switching into speaking out loud feels so abrupt.”
“Why, huh? I felt like if I didn’t open my mouth, you were about to say, ‘Don’t make it look like we’re close.'”
“You knew that was my line, right!”
Gintoki agonized over it for a long time, but in the end, he still chose the strawberry parfait and kept using the long-handled spoon to send it into his mouth.
Gojo Satoru sat across from him and, from time to time, stuffed cream daifuku into the parfait.
“This little bit of information is already enough to satisfy you guys? Your appetite is really small.”
“At that age where their hair and teeth have already left them, you can smoothly pass if you fool them just a little. Anyway, if they’re satisfied, even if I casually talk nonsense, I can pass. If they don’t like Gin-san, then no matter how much I say, it won’t fill them up. This is the adult world, Killua-kun.”
“The adult world, huh… But who’s Killua?”
Gojo Satoru also took a parfait and ate it.
A world of deception and scheming, filled with shallow flattery floating on the surface, and jealousy, fear, and calculation hidden deep in the heart.
Gojo Satoru would soon adapt to that place and understand that the so-called higher-ups were nothing but a bunch of rotten oranges, giving off a foul stink while still greedily clutching things that did not belong to them.
He lowered his eyes.
His white hair cast a small shadow beneath them, making those azure-blue eyes look even deeper.
Gintoki did not care about Gojo Satoru’s mental state at all.
While eating, he did not forget to look around at the young ladies wearing super-short maid outfits.
Stores these days really dared to use any gimmick to make money.
Ah, he saw it.
Gintoki kept eating the parfait like nothing had happened, and before the nosebleed could drip onto the ice cream, he quickly wiped it away.
“Compared to the adult world, haven’t you already stepped into another field early?” Gojo Satoru had clearly seen everything that just happened.
Desserts, dining tables, maid outfits.
If desserts still had a bit of childishness, then the latter two were completely standard gear for a decadent old man.
“Like some ‘Innate Domain’ or whatever. That term already sounds half-baked. Gin-san is different. I’m already in my complete form. If you’re still obsessed with half-baked stuff now, people will laugh at you.”
“Gin-san, your name is Zenin Gintoki, right?”
With just one short sentence, those originally listless dead-fish eyes instantly focused on Gojo Satoru.
In those red pupils, the reflected figure shimmered with a familiar yet unfamiliar faint light.
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“Don’t suddenly get so cold. This is a pretty good deal. I’m entrusting it to you because I trust you.” Gojo Satoru lightly made a heart with his fingers.
The young Gojo Satoru said he wholeheartedly trusted him.
How naive would someone have to be to believe that kind of nonsense?
Gintoki did not believe even one punctuation mark of it.
Gintoki’s background was not exactly a secret in the first place.
Even if there was little information, he had appeared at the Gojo Clan’s banquet, so his name could be filtered out by process of elimination.
So Gojo Satoru knowing the name itself was not dangerous.
But he took the initiative to show that he knew.
That was the part worth thinking about.
Gojo Satoru was paying attention to him, and he wanted Gintoki to know he was paying attention.
He was even worried Gintoki himself did not care, so he brought it up first.
“Since you know, you should understand that Gin-san’s purpose in coming out was to test your Limitless. Can this friendly game time end now?”
“Nope.” Gojo Satoru cheerfully made an X sign.
This unlucky, troublesome brat.
Gintoki ate the strawberry parfait with a cold face.
“Don’t be mad. Your family’s old geezer doesn’t actually want to gather any real intel. So look at it from another angle. No matter what intel Gintoki brings back, you still profit. Isn’t that a good thing?”
That was right.
Gathering information on Limitless had no meaning by itself.
Because getting it early brought no benefit.
On the contrary, as long as Gojo Satoru kept acting as a Jujutsu Sorcerer and his Six Eyes did not make mistakes, information on his Cursed Technique would spread throughout the jujutsu world sooner or later.
That was the true weight of being the strongest.
Gojo Satoru did not really have anything to complain about there.
“So his real target is actually me. He wants you to let me see him.”
Push Gintoki to the side of the strongest person watched by everyone in the jujutsu world.
Let him stand equal to the Gojo Clan’s Six Eyes, so the world would know that the Zenin Clan also had an unmatched talent.
At the same time, let Gojo Satoru know that even if he was the chosen child, he was not unreachable.
At this timing, at this most suitable moment.
What the Zenin Clan wanted was reputation.
They wanted to crush the Gojo Clan hard while the Gojo Clan was at its peak, and they also wanted Gojo Satoru himself to look at them differently.
Now, looking across the entire jujutsu world, the only person qualified to become his opponent, rival, or even friend was Gintoki alone.
No matter how the Gojo Clan reacted, as long as Gojo Satoru was still human, he could not resist this temptation.
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