Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

"Are you still scared?" Naoko's tone was very calm.

In fact, she doesn't care much about the things around her.

It is precisely because she knows that there are too many things that she can't save even if she wants to. Naoko will habitually take everything lightly.

As long as she takes it lightly, she can avoid some pain.

The four freshmen of the technical high school are very sensitive to emotions.

Gojo Satoru is very proactive. As long as he notices it, he will try his best to change it in his own way. Geto Suguru has a strong ability to empathize, perhaps because he has swallowed the cursed spirit ball of negative emotions for a long time, he can empathize with many emotions.

Naoko has always been indifferent.

She is willing to close her eyes and pretend not to see it after seeing it.

So Gintoki thinks she won't care.

The cigarette is lit at her mouth, and it just burns quietly.

"Teacher Yega's judgment was wrong. If you don't want to say it, I will tell him. It's not that you haven't adapted, but that you can't adapt at all."

"Desensitization therapy is a treatment method that allows patients to gradually adapt. As long as the fear is confirmed to be harmless and the fear is normalized, they will no longer feel fear."

"But you are different."

What an idiot.

You should have said it earlier.

Gintoki is not afraid because he can't adapt, but he is afraid that everything now is a dream, and his real world is as cruel as the dream.

The corpses whose food and swords he took away when he was young, the enemies whose lives he took on the battlefield, the companions who couldn't save them even if he reached out his hand, and countless innocent people who died.

They must hate him, and even if they become ghosts and spirits, they will definitely take him with them.

Maybe it's in that shadow, in that toilet, in that cubicle.

Isn't that possible? Going to the toilet in a daze, it turns out that it's actually a dream, and in reality, it has already collapsed.

Which is the dream and which is the reality?

Afraid of being confused, afraid of being dragged in, afraid of the ghosts that cannot be attacked.

Since there is no way to tell them apart, it is still possible to run away from the ghosts.

Of course, a large part of it is information that Nozomi has no way to know.

However, Nozomi relied on her intuition and vaguely sensed the hidden truth.

She took a breath and spit out the bitter smoke.

Gintoki said nothing, but he was choking and fanning himself with his hands.

Nozomi wanted to laugh again.

This is the famous White Yasha.

Too stupid, if no one stopped him, he would definitely continue to endure watching one ghost movie after another, and he couldn't even say a word of defense. He could only repeat dryly that he was not afraid.

So Nozomi had to pay attention to him and press the pause button of the ghost movie.

He changed a happier children's channel program for him.

The little animals twisted around in it, happily singing the very childish theme song.

The smell of cigarettes quietly diffused in the air.

"Ah... If you want to express some humanistic care, at least put out the cigarette first. Gin-san and nicotine don't get along. It's just that children's programs don't represent anything."

"No touching plot? You are unexpectedly difficult to deal with, Zenin." Glass had no intention of giving in.

White smoke flowed from the corners of her lips, drifting away with a sense of loneliness and depression.

Gintoki briefly missed someone.

Then he held his chin and watched the children's program with a mood that was many times more relaxed than before.

"Thank you."

"How insincere."

After a while, the moth also came.

"Children's channel?"

"I adjusted this. Let's talk about it later, Mr. Yemo." Glass shook her finger and pointed behind his leg, "Speaking of which?"

The panda that was walking behind Yemo poked its head out from behind his leg and looked at the small animals jumping around in the children's channel program.

Feeling the panda's mood, Yemo didn't say anything more. He gave Glass a look that asked him to talk in detail later. He touched the top of the panda's head and put him next to Gintoki.

"Panda is not just an ordinary panda. He is my greatest masterpiece, a cursed corpse with emotions."

The little panda listened to Yemo's voice and proudly puffed up his chest.

"Well~ It's pretty cute, different from the usual cursed corpse." Glass put away all her practice tools, put them at a height that children can't touch, and touched the panda's furry head.

"Are you serious about sending your child to watch horror movies? Really? This is definitely not good for the growth of the kid. No matter how tough the education is, it won't work!"

The panda sat next to him obediently, and it looked like he could sit and play all day by himself.

"It would be a bit troublesome if he grows up to be afraid of ghosts, but it would be easier to adapt if he is exposed to them earlier. After hearing that you are afraid, he also said that he is curious." Ye Moth actually did not intend to let Panda come over. With so many cursed corpses, there are always the type that can help beat Gintoki when he is afraid.

But Panda had to follow him after hearing about it.

Gintoki quickly waved his hands.

"No, no, no, you must have seen a negative example, so you should strengthen the education of the stupid dad who is trying to force things to happen!"

Panda stood on Ye Moth's side and said crisply: "I'm not afraid, let's watch a ghost movie."

"Listen carefully, kid. This kind of thing is not something you can do if you think you are not afraid. The rating of movies is to avoid harming the fragile physical and mental health of little ghosts. It is better for you to go to Dad to drink milk than to receive unnecessary information early."

"Don't underestimate the scale of ghost movies nowadays!"

I don't know if Panda has received the amount of content.

He lowered his head, and his furry face showed a somewhat depressed expression: "You are Gintoki, Masamichi said. He said he wanted to help you, and I want to help you too."

This time it was Gintoki's turn to shut up.

He was hit by Panda's emotional straight ball. What kind of childish heart is this?

Gintoki imitated Glass and also touched Panda's head. After a moment, he spoke: "Don't worry, there is a sword from Gin-san's head to his buttocks. No matter what kind of difficulties and fears, it doesn't matter. As long as this sword is not broken, I will always persist."

"It just so happens that Gin-san likes children's programs the most, and Furry is so nice. It's just that it would be boring to watch it alone, and I just happened to be missing something at hand..."

"Missing Panda!" Panda raised his hand and sat next to Gintoki's hand, putting his hand on his head.

"Yes, yes, missing Panda, it would feel weird without it, as expected, children's programs cannot be without Pandas."

Yemo and Glass sat down next to them, one on the left and one on the right.

"Children's programs are also suitable for uncles."

"It just so happens that I also like furry little animals." Although all the ones I had come into contact with before were used for dissection.

After a while, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru also came.

"Why didn't you call me when we agreed to watch a horror movie? I said I wouldn't scare you in the middle, and I wouldn't pretend to leave when I went to the bathroom. You'll be isolated without me. Eh? What is this?" Gojo Satoru rubbed Gintoki's curly hair with one hand and touched the fluff on the panda's head with the other hand.

"You don't need to ask to know that it is the cursed corpse of Mr. Yemo. This one is a little small, a juvenile? Can I eat candy?"

"His name is Panda, and he is my greatest masterpiece. Feed him less so that he can taste it."

"You have a child, Yemo."

Panda sat in his seat, licking the candy and looking at the circle of people around him.

Zhengdao likes them, and Panda likes them too.