He failed to force him down.
Because the current Gojo Satoru had no chance to play this kind of game with anyone, and the future Gojo Satoru would look down on having this kind of contact with anyone.
So Gintoki felt the strange movement on his head, and after struggling symbolically, he let it go.
Why…
Why did Gin-san have to make this kind of compromise just to make up for a brat’s childhood?
Could someone be merciful and make up for his childhood too?
Ah, it had already been made up for.
Then never mind.
At the same time.
Gojo Satoru was actually trying hard not to laugh.
If he did not rub back and forth, he would laugh out loud.
This was the first point.
Second, Gojo Satoru was surprised to find that Gintoki actually fell for this kind of childlike clinginess.
There seemed to be a natural gentleness in his personality.
He hoped to protect others and wanted to help others.
Even if his strength was weak, he still wanted to use everything he had to protect what mattered.
Even if the thing he had to do no longer had anything to do with his own interests.
But as long as it made him think of something, some part of his heart would melt and clear out a space where Gojo Satoru could also move in and live.
Gojo Satoru was extremely good at seizing this opening.
This was not even a skill he had developed to survive.
It was a kind of natural emotional intelligence.
How to create the feeling that they were close, and how to keep a clear analysis while the other party lowered his guard.
What exactly was carved into Gintoki’s nature?
Altruism?
A spirit of self-sacrifice?
Anyway, no matter how it was defined, it was a concept completely opposite to only looking after himself.
So completely opposite that Gintoki had already picked up that small knife, adjusted to it by tossing it a few times, and consciously faced the enemies blocking the way.
When Gojo Satoru forcefully climbed onto his back and refused to come down, Gintoki had already skillfully shouldered the responsibility he could have abandoned.
Why?
Why did someone like this exist in the world?
Gojo Satoru cared.
He was curious.
It had even surpassed how much he cared about Gintoki’s Cursed Technique.
His whole mind was filled with thoughts about how Gintoki had appeared.
“Hey, hey—brat, hurry up and let go! I’m gonna die. I’m really gonna die.” While using the small knife to smack away the Jujutsu Sorcerers coming at them, Gintoki also smoothly dealt with all kinds of Shikigami with ease, and he still had to resist a life-and-death crisis.
Gojo Satoru blinked.
Only then did he notice that while he had been thinking, his legs had subconsciously used too much strength.
Sitting on Gintoki’s shoulders, before he knew it, he had already started using a chokehold.
Gintoki suddenly breathed out.
In the sea of kunai rushing toward them, he used the small knife to sharply cut through the sky.
“Don’t worry. They’re just kunai. I’m really good at catching kunai 100 percent of the time.”
It was cool, sure.
Gojo Satoru belatedly added Limitless, then reached out and took down the kunai that had hit Gintoki right in the forehead.
“No, no, it totally hit you.”
“Ah… it hit, huh? Sorry, I already don’t want to face the ninja over there. It feels like they saw an embarrassing moment. Is there a target painted on Gin-san’s forehead or something?”
“It was totally after getting clanged by the small knife, then drawing one parabolic arc—smack, it hit you. Truly amazing.”
“Aaah, you said it. You actually said it. The shame went up again. Why did it have to hit my forehead of all places, and right after I said a cool line too?”
“Can’t be helped. Since you said that, I’ll reluctantly help you out.”
“Thank you so much. Gin-san seems to be cursed by kunai. As soon as I get involved, it immediately turns into a bloody incident. Like, what… weak fork, weak ship, weak kunai, stuff like that. But this was because you were fighting in the first place! Don’t say lines like you’re showing great mercy!”
“Can’t be helped. There are clueless pieces of trash everywhere, so I can’t get excited at all.” While Gojo Satoru kept Limitless active, he gathered Cursed Energy and used Blue.
“Since you know that, then stay home obediently!”
“It was too boring at home, so I thought of a good way to fix it once and for all.”
Gojo Satoru leisurely acted as a mobile cannon.
“The ones who didn’t run away are all brainless Curse Users, right? They’re not needed anymore. Sending them to heaven is the best place for them.”
“Tch, who wants to do dirty work with you? Gin-san’s precious time from now on belongs to sugar. I don’t want to think about anything except digesting sugar.”
“That dessert shop we just went to. An all-you-can-eat dessert voucher.” Gojo Satoru paused slightly, as if deliberately making him wait.
Actually, he was thinking about what level of reward would be just right for Gintoki.
Of course, he could afford any amount, but rather than feeding Gintoki full in one go and only using it this one time, it would be better to give it slowly over time.
“One voucher.”
“Deal.” The poor dessert addict did not hesitate at all.
He had actually considered the possibility that Gintoki might not be tempted, might bargain, or might quit.
He had overestimated him, huh.
Laugh.
The two of them officially entered slaughter mode.
Any enemy who got close could not last 3 rounds in Gintoki’s hands.
Any enemy farther away was usually quickly locked onto by Gojo Satoru and cleanly dealt with using one Cursed Technique.
If it was a Cursed Technique attack, Gintoki could easily shatter it with the small knife.
If it was a physical attack, Gojo Satoru’s Limitless could control it at just the right timing.
This welcoming event for Gojo Satoru’s first time leaving home alone ended under the cooperation of the two of them in far less time than expected.
“We really are the strongest.” Gojo Satoru sat on Gintoki’s shoulders, showing off.
Having him handle movement saved far more stamina and Cursed Energy than making Gojo Satoru run by himself.
Gintoki heard that super familiar line.
He silently bowed toward the slit-eyed guy who was somewhere far away, then casually added a patch.
“A brat is still a brat. You’re already getting smug just because you beat some enemies. You’re only riding the east wind of your Cursed Technique. Maybe in the next second, Jump-sama will drop some Super Saiyan down to punish you.”
“Gintoki,” Gojo Satoru said with a smile, “Jujutsu Sorcerers are like this. Talent decides everything. 80% of it depends on talent, and whether someone is strong or not is already decided from the moment they’re born.”
“All Jujutsu Sorcerers are like this. I am like this, you are like this, everyone is like this.”
When Gojo Satoru said that, he did not sound like a 6- or 7-year-old child at all.
Gintoki did not look up at him.
Just hearing his voice was enough.
It was enough to understand that everything he said was correct.
“Living in a world like this is really tiring. You can see the future from the very start.”
“For me, thinking about what most people think is too tiring.” Gojo Satoru did not continue that topic.
Instead, he lightly pulled the topic back to the problem Gintoki had deliberately wanted to ignore.
“So you don’t need to run away at all. I knew from the start.”
You will definitely walk beside me.
Whether as a friend or as an enemy, in this boring world that can be seen through at a glance, you will be my only companion.
Gintoki stayed silent and asked Geto Suguru, who was a thousand miles away, for help.
Help me!
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