If just now, there was still a string in Toji’s mind called “what does that have to do with him” defending the goal, making him feel that it did not matter even if Gintoki lost all the private money he had saved up, then at this moment, a weird sense of responsibility made him choose to grab the kid by the back of his collar, turn around, and leave.
He would pretend he had never come here.
But Gintoki kept throwing a tantrum under his hand without giving up.
“You definitely come here a lot by yourself, right! What the hell, what the hell, are you Gin-san’s Otou-san?! Even an Otou-san wouldn’t care whether the kid at home lost all the funeral savings. Isn’t that enough already? Your character setting is already fresh enough. A macho guy working as a kept man in Jump, you’re the first one. You don’t need to add unnecessary settings!”
When Toji heard him say “kept man,” he got a headache.
Clearly, he had not yet completely thrown away the pride that he would throw away cleanly in the future.
He shook Gintoki like he was holding a cat.
“You don’t want to never drink strawberry milk in the future, right?”
He actually used strawberry milk as a hostage to threaten him!
Gintoki widened his eyes in horror.
Damn it, fighting a kid over strawberry milk—he could actually do it!
Gintoki instantly wilted all over and obediently stayed under Toji’s hand.
In the end, they still went to a dessert shop.
Gintoki obediently ordered a whole table of desserts, then, in a completely not obedient way, held a cake roll in each hand and stuffed them into his mouth.
If someone used this ghostly look to film a VCR clip, who would not believe the Zenin Clan was cutting his food allowance?
Even charity donations would arrive.
Toji, who had grown extremely strong at a young age, looked completely out of place in the dessert shop.
But who was Toji?
He did not care about the gazes around him at all and ate his sweets casually.
Gintoki did not seem like a child.
That had been true from the moment he was born.
Even though Toji at that time was still a pitiful little thing being brutally abused by the Zenin Clan and struggling to survive, he still remembered the moment Gintoki was born.
Because what represented his birth was not a baby’s cry, but pressure at the level of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, and the Barrier rejecting him from the Zenin Clan.
The Zenin Clan’s Barrier allowed weak Cursed Spirits to pass through freely as the price for absolute restriction against high-level Cursed Spirits.
Forget something suddenly appearing inside.
That was basically naked provocation, an impossible fantasy.
Where was one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families supposed to put its face!
But Zenin Gintoki’s birth was an established fact.
They only needed to judge whether to kill this child, or gamble on this freak’s possibility.
The filth bursting out with the air of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit covered the entire Zenin Clan, showing off its presence in a way no one could ignore.
These 2 points made the discussion about his execution decision last a long time.
So long that 2 months later, another child was born.
Gojo Satoru.
The Six Eyes that the Gojo Clan supported with the power of the whole clan and obtained after 500 years of waiting.
Shining, misty white hair, and eyes like the vault of the blue sky.
His existence should have been protected by the entire Gojo Clan, cherished like only 2 golden eggs, and ideally, no one should have known that ancestral smoke had risen from their family’s grave.
But unlike Gintoki, whose influence was limited only to the Zenin Clan, Gojo Satoru’s birth caused worldwide turmoil.
It was as if heaven had released some kind of seal, raising the power of Cursed Spirits by 1 whole level.
Such an obvious drastic change broke the balance, so there was no way people would not notice it.
The holder of the Six Eyes was forced to be made public.
The future title of the strongest had also been reserved in advance.
No one would imagine whether this child would be unlucky enough to not inherit the Gojo Clan’s Cursed Technique.
The Gojo Clan became one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families because of the birth of the Six Eyes.
They waited, reproduced, and through the long 500 years, they only looked forward to that 1 miracle descending.
Gojo Satoru’s birth was a miracle, and his power would also be a miracle.
For the Gojo Clan, it counted as finally tasting sweetness after hardship.
But the Zenin Clan could not swallow this.
It was way too enviable!
Why did your family finally get the Six Eyes, while our family still can’t even see the shadow of the Ten Shadows Technique!
Forget Ten Shadows, we can’t even find 1 shadow!
But speaking of freaks.
There really was 1.
The decision that had been dragged out for 2 months was settled just like that.
Zenin Toji had no interest in what the rotten old men at the top of the Zenin Clan were thinking.
He also had no feelings about Gintoki finally surviving, instead of being exorcised while still in swaddling clothes.
“Hurry up and eat.” Toji glanced at the time and ordered coldly.
“What are you saying? It’s rare for me to come out.” Gintoki’s cheeks were stuffed full, including the cake rolls he had swallowed, who knew how many bottles of strawberry milk, and 1 whole cream cake.
Now he was still holding a spoon and digging into the coffee mousse in front of Toji.
“Don’t interrupt Gin-san’s precious dessert time. After going so long without the moisture of sweets, and with troublesome stuff all day long, my whole body is about to dry up.”
But compared to that, he pushed the mousse cake over.
Under Gintoki’s shocked gaze, probably thinking, ‘You bastard can actually let food go?’ Toji demanded as if it were only natural, “There’s a mission.”
“Ah.” Gintoki glanced outside.
The sky had finally darkened, and it was also the perfect time to quietly exorcise Cursed Spirits or ambush Jujutsu Sorcerers.
No wonder Toji had suddenly shown kindness, dragging him around to fight, wanting to play pachinko, and coming to eat desserts.
It was all because waiting for the mission time today was a little boring, so he used him to kill time.
This was the feeling of suddenly going straight from vacation into work, right?
“Uh, about that, Gin-san suddenly remembered that the shua— thing on the curtains at home is kind of bothering me, so I’ll go home first.”
While Gintoki took out a box to pack up the desserts, he calmly removed himself from the list of people going on the mission.
What a joke.
He did not want to work overtime!
He would kindly wish Toji a safe trip, and they could part ways here!
“I can’t attack Cursed Spirits.” Toji grabbed Gintoki by the collar.
“If you can’t attack them, why are you taking the job! Is it that kind of plot where you think there’s someone at home who can solve troublesome stuff, and you can freeload money off him too, so you shove all the troublesome things onto someone else in 1 go!”
“Yeah.”
“You admitted it! You bastard!”
There was no helping it.
Any Cursed Tool that was easy to use was expensive.
If the Zenin Clan’s bottom-ranking 2-person group wanted Cursed Tools, they could only make money themselves.
And Zenin Toji felt that the fact he thought of Gintoki while making money already counted as doing everything he could.
After all, he could not hit Cursed Spirits with physical combat alone, and not being able to take jobs was also a headache.
Using the cost of physical combat guidance to pay off the debt would make them even, right?
“Who cares about you! That tiny bit of physical combat guidance from you can’t make money at all. You should be paying me medical fees instead!” Although Gintoki adapted and adapted until he somehow slowly got used to it, pain was still pain!
Rather than working this hard, he might as well go back and take a nap!
“I refuse.”
Damn it, this guy smiled again.
Gintoki turned half a circle in the air and started playing dead.
Toji did not really care that his attitude was improper either.
As long as he brought him there, would he still be afraid Gintoki would not work?
Happy reading!