Maybe a Fake Gintama

Chapter 13: All in All, Let’s Fill Up the Stomach First!



"I think you only have strawberry milk left in your head, you bastard!" Kawaki said as he picked up his umbrella and pointed it at Gintoki, preparing to hit this idiot on the head.

"So that's how it is. It seems that Miss Tsukuyo had already seen through Kawaki's identity yesterday." Shinpachi supported his glasses and said.

At this time, everyone was sitting together, sorting out the ins and outs of the matter.

"I didn't expect that Gin-san and Kawaki had participated in the Joui War. I originally thought that Gin-san was just a good-for-nothing uncle." Shinpachi lamented.

On the other side, Kawaki and Gintoki were still fighting each other.

"It's all your fault! Let me get involved in this kind of troublesome matter!" Kawaki grabbed Gintoki by the collar and gnashed his teeth.

"I just rubbed you a meal! What do you mean it's all my fault! Who asked you not to control your legs! If you don't go into that shop, wouldn't there be no such thing?" Gintoki also grabbed Kawaki by the collar and said.

"You silver-haired booger maniac!"

"You rare idiot in the universe!"

"Well, stop arguing. If you two have the ability, why can't you help them?" Shinpachi persuaded.

However, when Kawaki and Gintoki turned around. They saw a corner of a colorful paper exposed in Shinpachi's arms.

"Hey, Shinpachi, what are you hiding in your arms?" Gintoki asked.

"N-nothing at all!" Shinpachi said as he stuffed a corner of the paper that was revealed.

"Biy," In an instant, Kawaki and Gintoki sat on both sides of Shinpachi. At the same time, they patted Shinpachi's shoulder and shook their heads.

"What are the two of you looking at me like that? This is just a coupon for the new CD!" Shinpachi frantically explained.

"Explanation is a cover-up," Gintoki said.

"The cover-up is the truth, boy," Kawaki added in a timely manner.

"A man is such a creature. Congratulations, Shinpachi. You have graduated from a boy." Gintoki continued.

"I haven't graduated yet! What are you talking about? From beginning to end, I was still a boy!"

"I understand, I understand. Gintoki's reaction was the same as yours."

"Yes, Kawaki's reaction was actually more intense than yours. He locked himself in his room and cried for several days."

"What did you say!" x2

Immediately, Kawaki and Gintoki started to fight each other again.

"It seems that the two of you used to be pretty good." Before Shinpachi could finish his words, Kawaki and Gintoki knocked him on the head simultaneously.

"Who has a good relationship with this idiot!" Kawaki and Gintoki shouted at the same time.

"Stop arguing. Let's discuss the plan first." As she spoke, Tsukuyo took out a map and placed it on the table, "This is Yoshiwara's map..."

However, before Tsukuyo could finish speaking, Kawaki poured a bucket of cold water on her. "Don't be mistaken. From the beginning to the end, I never said I would help. I just want others to save me; I hate people like this the most."

"Although I don't get along well with this idiot, my attitude is the same on this point." Gintoki also refused.

"Can the two of you have a little more sympathy?" Shinpachi complained.

"I'm sorry. Let's not talk about whether we can get rid of that whatever wild king or not. Even if we do, what should we do about this underground city? Can those courtesans really return to the surface? Use your brain! Glasses classmate." Kawaki looked at Shinpachi and said helplessly.

He turned to Tsukuyo and continued.

"As you said before, those courtesans more or less know some secrets. If they go to the ground and are used by some people, have you considered what will become of this country? In fact, even if we get rid of that wild king,

Even if there is a short period of freedom here, after a long time, this place will return to how it is now. Sooner or later, a new leader will be sent from that Harusame, and the Bakufu will participate again. "

"That's right. Although we have done some stupid things to fight against Bakufu and this country, at least we don't want to see this country fall into chaos again." Gintoki continued.

"There's still me and [Hyakka] in Yoshiwara! That kind of situation won't happen!" Tsukuyo argued.

"Are you able to fight against the entire Harusame or the entire Bakufu?" Kawaki asked with interest.

"..." Tsukuyo was stunned, not knowing how to reply.

"There are some things that need to be thought about. It is not something that can be done just by being hot-blooded. Otherwise, in the end, you will find that all of your starting points are just your own selfish desires. Not only are they ugly, but they will also definitely fail." Kawaki said with a hint of self-mockery on his face.

"How could this be..." Shinpachi stuttered in disbelief.

"Where is that Housen? Take me to see him. We have to greet him after we eat his food." As he spoke, Kawaki stood up and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped. He turned around and pointed at Gintoki and Shinpachi with an umbrella, "Oh right, I don't care about the money for their meal."

"Three million yen, sell your body or sell your kidneys?" Tsukuyo really looked at Gintoki and Shinpachi.

"What three million yen per meal? This is a black shop, right?" Gintoki roared.

"And yesterday's service fee for the two of you, the overnight fee, and the consumption of this guy with glasses at the club, this is just a fraction." Tsukuyo took out a stack of bills with a cigarette in her mouth.

"Shinpachi, what kind of sh*t did you spend so much money on?" Gintoki grabbed Shinpachi's clothes and roared.

"Is that the Night King? I'm really curious what kind of anti-tank cannon is installed on the body to be called the Night King." Gintoki looked at Night King Housen, who was sitting in the room and could not help but complain in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense; I will explain it to Lord Housen. After that, you two will seriously admit your mistakes. Lord Housen should not mind these small things." Tsukuyo reminded in a low voice.

Only Kawaki, Gintoki, and Tsukuyo came here. Tsukuyo had already sent out Shinpachi, and the three finally came to the Night King.

"Kamui, long time no see. I didn't expect that the first thing you did when you came here was not to catch up with this old man." Seeing the person who arrived, Housen chuckled and said.

"Well, I am not that Kamui. I..." Kawaki wanted to explain.

However, Housen acted as if he did not hear anything and continued to say, "But you really are a rare guest. Seventh Division Harusame's feared and unrivaled lightning spear. What business could someone who has achieved so much at such a young age have at my humble abode?"

"I said it! I am not that Kamui! Can you let others finish talking? You stinky old man!" Kawaki loudly ridiculed.

"But I really didn't expect you to grow to this extent in such a short period of time. You are taller, and your face has changed. The expression on your face is also different. Even the voice actor has become Hiroshi Kamiya. If not for your blue eyes, even I wouldn't be able to recognize you. It's as if you have changed into a different person."

[Foreign Voice]: Hey, can the author have some face? Isn't your delusional disorder too much? Do you know how much it costs Hiroshi Kamiya voiceover? Is your salary enough to hire Hiroshi Kamiya? If you keep doing this, I'll call the police!

"That, it really is another person." Gintoki raised his hand and said.

"Is this a new member? The current Harusame has really fallen. Can such a lazy man enter casually?" Housen continued to talk to himself.

"Can you stop talking to yourself! I said I was not Kamui! I have never heard the name you said before! Did you not memorize your lines beforehand! This is not the Gintama crew, you hateful old man!" Kawaki came to Housen and shouted loudly, scaring the two women who accompanied Housen.

"I understand. Do you want to say goodbye to the one in the past? Kamui, what an amazing man." Housen opened the fan in his hand and gently fanned himself as he spoke.

Kawaki was completely defeated. Then, he walked to his original seat and sat down. Seeing this, Gintoki also sat down. Kawaki constantly signaled to Tsukuyo beside him with his eyes.

Kawaki: What should I do? This old man doesn't listen to anyone at all! He thought this was the Gintama crew! He didn't memorize the lines at all!

Tsukuyo: I don't know what to do either! Can you stop looking at me! This is the fault of the author! There must be no lines arranged!

"As people age, their bodies and hearts change. What relieves the body is wine. What relieves the heart is women. Perhaps you are too young to understand?" As he spoke, Housen laughed.

Kawaki: What should I do? This old man is completely following the lines of the Gintama crew! He has completely fallen into his own rhythm! Hey! How should I answer

Tsukuyo: Don't use your eyes to signal me!

However, at this time, Gintoki suddenly said, "Our leader understands."

In an instant, Kawaki looked at Gintoki in disbelief: Hey! Spare me! Why are you following his words?

Gintoki: In short, let's just muddle through it like this!

"Oh, So you've learned the taste of things other than food since I've last seen you?" Housen laughed, "Do you want wine or a woman? Just tell me."

"It's nothing..." Kawaki was interrupted by Gintoki before he could finish his sentence.

"Our leader wants both. The wine needs to be Chinese high-quality white wine, the appetizers need to be Chinese food, and if it's a woman, she must have around eighty or ninety percent beautiful. If she is not beautiful, she won't do it. Also, give me some top-grade Japanese sake. "

Kawaki frantically winked at Gintoki: Are you crazy? ! Obviously, the steps are there! Just go down here! Are you an idiot? ! Do you find yourself uncomfortable with this?!

Gintoki also replied with a look: Your mouth is a little faster, and you subconsciously said it out loud. Can you blame me? Besides, I haven't eaten breakfast or lunch today! In short, I have to fill my stomach first!


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