Humans are social animals, and they have a need to connect with others.
Different people might need different amounts of it because of personality differences.
But as long as someone was human, they would want to feel what it was like to walk with another person.
That was even more true for a lonely genius.
So at the banquet, the moment Gojo Satoru was pushed down in front of everyone, he was clearly shocked and confused, but the slightly childish anger in his head instantly vanished.
Gojo Satoru stared at those silver curls that were not like his at all, and those scarlet eyes that were the complete opposite of his.
Everything was reflected in the Six Eyes, but in his heart, he had already reached a conclusion.
That was someone like him.
Someone who could walk with him.
“Got it. This feels like the kind of thing from old-school manga,” Gintoki said with some difficulty.
“What kind of thing?” Gojo Satoru did not understand.
He had never read old-school manga.
“Rumors say Gojo Satoru is extremely brutal and kills people like cutting grass. Everyone in the jujutsu world lives in fear. To stop the brutal great demon king from harming the world, they specially sent him…”
“Hahahahaha.” Gojo Satoru laughed so hard he leaned back.
“So you’re the sacrifice sent to me?”
“Gin-san specially skipped over that scalp-tingling keyword! Appreciate my thoughtful effort, hey!” Gintoki decisively smacked him on the head.
“Ah, ow. I really can’t get used to someone who can break through Limitless.” Gojo Satoru held his head and nimbly dodged away from his previous spot.
The next second, a Cursed Technique suddenly erupted from the spot where he had just been, accurately splitting the whole chair apart.
Gintoki reluctantly bit his spoon.
“Are all Jujutsu Sorcerers this reckless?”
“Because they’re all crazy, right?” Gojo Satoru smiled at Gintoki, and the Cursed Energy in his hand quickly reversed.
Brilliant light spilled from that small palm, making him seem not like an ordinary child, but like a divine child indifferent to human life.
Calm, cold, knowing exactly what his attack would cause, yet attacking as naturally as tossing trash into a trash can.
The overflowing Cursed Energy did not flip the dessert shop over.
Aside from that miserable chair, the surroundings still carried a bit of peaceful everyday calm.
But both of them knew that the Jujutsu Sorcerer who had tried to get rid of Gojo Satoru had already evaporated from this world in that single breath just now.
Gojo Satoru abandoned the chair across from Gintoki and sat beside him intimately.
“Let’s keep talking about what we were saying. Since you’re the sacrifice offered to me, you have to listen to everything I say, right?”
“Don’t shine just because someone gave you a little sunlight!”
Gojo Satoru cupped his face and pretended he was a flower.
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Gintoki only felt a gust of wind pass by.
He thought deeply.
He hesitated.
Then he reached the answer he did not want to face without much difficulty.
“Is this your family’s business?!”
Gojo Satoru drew a circle with his arms.
“Big correct~ As expected of Gintoki. Your brain works fast. Right now, you’re also eating my food in my shop.”
The feeling of hating the rich defeated everything.
Gintoki sped up, ate the strawberry parfait and cream daifuku completely clean, then slipped away from Gojo Satoru’s side without stopping.
“Why are you angry again?”
“When there’s someone beside me who gives off the stink of money just by breathing, how do I put it? It feels too sad. Also, you…” Gintoki stopped halfway through.
You will meet your true best friend in the future.
Right now, you are just too lonely, so you’re trying hard to get close to me.
As long as you endure the winter that belongs to you, you will meet destiny in the height of summer.
The pride called the strongest, the summer of walking together, and three years by his side.
At least, that bond that should have belonged only to the two of them was something Gintoki did not want to steal.
Special people meeting at a special time would also have special meaning.
Gintoki thought back to the moment he sat in a tree and watched Takasugi and Katsura.
This was also something he should not cut in and take away.
So he sighed and scratched his curls.
“Unlike an elite genius like you, who stirs the entire jujutsu world into chaos, Gin-san is just an ordinary person who lives honestly and survives on a salary. Just staying alive already takes everything I’ve got. Where would I find the time to play house with you?”
“Is that so?”
“That’s right, that’s right. Today, I already planned to go home with this happy smell of sugar. Anyway, even if we get together, there’s nothing proper to do, and your side is a total mess. Just worrying about getting dragged into it is tiring enough.”
“Hm~” Gojo Satoru answered lightly.
Was that agreement?
Was he giving up?
Gintoki looked at him.
Instead, Gojo Satoru laughed out loud.
The enemy’s Cursed Technique attack came in an instant.
Gojo Satoru willingly gave up using Limitless to defend.
Gintoki widened his eyes in confusion and shock.
Before the small knife covered in Cursed Energy could pierce Gojo Satoru’s body, that lazy, carefree feeling vanished without a trace.
Gintoki stared tightly at the flying knife and knocked the blade away with one hand without hesitation.
Cursed Energy attached to his palm with precision.
Relying on sharp instinct, he avoided the sharp blade and lightly touched only the side of the knife, as if it was nothing.
With the smallest movement, he achieved the clearest effect.
So in the next second, there was only a crisp sound.
And because Gintoki had taken the initiative to knock the knife away, Gojo Satoru used the chance to climb onto his back in one go, successfully requisitioning a vehicle.
His excited voice rang out.
“Let’s go, Gintoki-go. Our journey is to the stars and the sea.”
“Who’s Gintoki-go! Get off me already, you damn brat!” Gintoki shook his arms, trying to throw him off, but Gojo Satoru, sitting on his shoulders, was steady as a mountain.
His two legs even swung back and forth leisurely.
“You didn’t resist, did you? Stop complaining and hurry up. There are still lots and lots of pursuers.”
“I only barely blocked you behind me! Because if an important character gets hurt, 80 percent of the blame will land on me! If someone doesn’t refuse, that means they agree? Has your Japanese gotten so bad that even normal communication is a problem now? Is this how the Gojo Clan teaches you?”
“Yeah, it is.” Gojo Satoru agreed decisively.
After all, no one would refuse him anyway, except the one below him.
As expected, Gintoki immediately protested loudly.
“The Gojo Clan is done for! Who told you people to get carried away just because you have the Six Eyes? Retribution is here, right? You brought this on yourselves!”
“Saying that right in front of the person involved? My heart is going to shatter all over the floor.”
“Who cares about you!”
Actually, he could directly pull this guy down.
But Gojo Satoru seemed to realize that too, so he did not use force.
He only lightly held Gintoki’s head in his arms, buried his face in those curls that smelled like strawberry cake, and rubbed against them like a household Sadaharu.
“It smells all sweet and sticky.”
“If you think it’s gross, then hurry up and get down.”
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