Maybe a Fake Gintama - Chapter 99

“Huh? Why should I encourage him?” Kawaki was a little confused, “I’m also educating him in disguise. Let him know that sometimes, no matter how hard he tries, it’s useless!”

“He doesn’t need to come into contact with that dark philosophy!” Shinpachi retorted again.

“Hmph, it’s still the same as before. Then let me do it!” Katsura said as he walked out, “Dealing with children is actually the same as treating cats and dogs! You have to touch gently… Stand up, Little Samurai! Are you going to give up like this?! I’ll be your opponent!”

At this time, Seita had already been pulled out of the floor by Tsukuyo. After a few rounds of treatment, he finally woke up slowly.

“Forget it, I won’t get anything even if I win.” Seita curled his lips and said.

“No! I have prepared two rewards for you!” As he spoke, Katsura took out two coupons, “Jouishishi will from a training seminar for 5,000 yen and 10,000 yen course! The 5,000 yen course is a three-day fast-track program for people with lofty ideals. The 10,000 yen course is basically the same as the 5,000 yen course, but you can get an extra 5,000 yen!”

“Then why didn’t you just set up the 5,000 yen course from the beginning?” Seita shouted.

“Hmph, are you afraid? My conditions are the same as Kawaki’s! As long as you touch the corner of my clothes, I can give all of these to you!” Katsura held his sword and said.

“Really? Although 5,000 yen is not much, it is still a sum of money, and… ‘This person looked dull and must be easy to deal with’!’” Seita silently added the latter half of the sentence to his heart.

“You are not allowed to use weapons!” Seita shouted.

“Don’t worry; I won’t draw my sword against a child!” Katsura took off his sword and threw it at Elizabeth as he spoke.

…

“Then, begin!” Otae once again acted as the referee.

It was no different from the last match, but Seita’s opponent was Katsura.

“Ha—!” Seita once again raised his sword and rushed towards Katsura.

Katsura was also not flustered at all. Instead, he reached into his bosom and took out a round metal object. Then, he jumped up and landed behind Seita.

Seita fell into contemplation at this time as he looked at the time bomb that was about to explode with only one second left in front of him.

Boom!

“It was a little bit off.” Katsura sighed and shook his head, “But it is already very outstanding. I believe that after my teaching, you will definitely be more outstanding! So, these two course vouchers still belong to you! Your efforts have moved me! So! Let’s fight for the dawn of Edo together! Little Samurai!”

Just as Katsura was shedding passionate tears, Shinpachi was the first to kick Katsura over.

“Is there a need to use a bomb to deal with a child?! Didn’t he say that weapons are not allowed?! This is murder!” Shinpachi cursed as he stepped on Katsura.

“Shinpachi-kun, You see…” Katsura wiped the blood off his face, turned his head, and retorted, “That’s not a weapon! It’s just a bomb! As an outstanding Jouishishi, this kind of mistake should not be made! So, I will also give you two extra training seminar coupons. I will teach you the concept of weapons in the training seminar!”

“Who wants to learn that kind of thing!” Shinpachi roared, “Also, before that, can I ask you to google the concept of weapons first! To also enrich your brain!”

“There is no other way; then I can only do it!” Tsukuyo said slowly as she looked at Seita, who had turned into an afro, “My test will be very simple! Even Seita will be able to pass it easily!”

“I don’t think so…” Kawaki curled the corners of his mouth and complained in a low voice. After all, according to his experience, it was impossible for Seita not to be covered in holes by kunai…

“Look carefully,” As she spoke, Tsukuyo took out several kunai with both hands, “Next, I will throw a lot of kunai at you. As long as you can use the sword in your hand to block one, it will be your win!”

“It’s meaningless! If you don’t block all of it, there is no point at all! The rest of the kunai will be stuck on your body!” Shinpachi complained.

“Then! It’s starting!” Tsukuyo shouted and threw out all the kunai in her hand in Seita’s direction, who had just stood up and was still confused.

The result was…

…

“Sure enough, your training is still not enough…” Tsukuyo sighed and said, “You can’t even block a kunai.”

“How can he block it?” Shinpachi helped Seita bandage his wound and complained, “Also, Miss Hinowa, don’t you care about it? Seita has been injured all over, and it seems that his self-confidence has been hit to the bottom. As a mother, shouldn’t you encourage Seita at this time?”

“If you want to give up because of this little setback, doesn’t it mean he is unsuitable for swords training?” Hinowa replied with a smile.

“Even so, but…” As Shinpachi spoke, he recalled the scene of him being reprimanded by his father and sister because he found practicing swordsmanship too hard when he was young, “Seita is just a child. Moreover, his era is different from ours in the past!”

“Tsk.” Kawaki snorted in disdain when he heard this, “What’s different about it? The change of era is just an excuse. Boruto disliked Naruto’s old-fashioned ninja ways, but didn’t he still lick his face after Otsutsuki Momoshiki appeared and said it all depends on your feelings?”

“You don’t have to give an example from other works!” Shinpachi retorted.

“There’s nothing different. Perhaps the times have really changed, but people are always the same.” Kawaki continued, “Although I really don’t know why you want to learn swordsmanship. But if it’s just a whim, I advise you to stop here.”

After saying that, Kawaki turned around and walked out.

“How could this be…” Shinpachi muttered. Then, he revealed a smile to Seita and comforted him, “It doesn’t matter. After all, you are still young. It’s normal for you to be unable to take down one attack from Kawaki-san. Those guys went to the battlefield at a very young age! So you don’t have to be discouraged!”

“Forget it; there’s no need to comfort me.” Seita looked at the bamboo sword in his hand and said with some relief, “It turns out that I only wanted to show off to my classmates. I didn’t think too much about other things. I only insisted on practicing because I disliked my mom’s nagging on the weekend. I understand. So, it doesn’t matter, Brother Shinpachi.”

“You…”

“But even so, I will not give up on sword training! Because I have a new goal! I must defeat Brother Kawaki! I must make that person look at me differently! No matter how long it takes! Absolutely!” Seita’s eyes burned with inexplicable flames, “So! Please increase the training! Brother Shinpachi! Sister Otae!”

“Not a bad expression!” Otae praised, “Then as you wish! You can’t be absent for a day even during winter vacation!”

“Understood!”

“What a great goal!” Katsura chuckled, “You should know that only a few people in the world can win against him. I mean, if he becomes serious.”

“Huh? Really? Is that good-for-nothing otaku really that strong?” Seita asked three times in a row.

“But I think you can because the sword in your hand already has a direction.” After saying that, Katsura turned around and walked to the door. However, he stopped when he reached the door, “Don’t lose your sword direction.” After saying that, Katsura finally walked out.

“It’s so hard to understand~” Seita looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

When everyone present heard this, they all laughed.

Only Tsukuyo was still thinking about what Kawaki had said today.

…

“Where is the direction you are looking at now?” Katsura asked aloud, “I have never known. Perhaps the direction we saw in the beginning was the same, but where are your eyes staring at now? Now that I think about it, we did choose different directions at that time. You, Gintoki, and Takasugi are different. You…”

“Huh?” Kawaki turned around and took off his headphones, “Sorry, did you say anything just now? Just now, I was listening to the CD given by Hyakka. But it’s really good. Sometimes exciting and sometimes whispering. I didn’t expect this…”

Before Kawaki could finish speaking, he was slashed down by the expressionless Katsura.

“You little bastard, you should occasionally listen to people!” Katsura roared, And what kind of [Beep-] CD is that! What kind of sound is recorded in there?”

Kawaki explained as he ran, “Although I don’t know what you misunderstood, this is just Izumi Sakai’s collection of works! It’s definitely not the kind of thing you imagined! Speaking of which, what are you thinking all day long?!”

“Who are you thinking of is [Beep-] followed by [Beep-] and finally [beep-]!” Katsura scolded as he chased.

“No one said it was that kind of thing! You said it yourself, didn’t you?” Kawaki retorted, “Speaking of which, do you really always think about that kind of thing?! Then do you want to stay in Yoshiwara instead of me!”

Hearing this, Katsura stopped, lowered his head, and said intermittently, “Really… really… Can I?”.

…

“This is the new Night King I found for Yoshiwara! Welcome him, everyone!” Kawaki pointed at Katsura, who had a nosebleed and fainted; he continued, “Although he looks a little unreliable, I believe that he will definitely become a qualified Night King!”

After saying that, Kawaki was the first to clap.

“I think he will die from excessive blood loss before becoming the Night King…” Tsukuyo retorted expressionlessly, “What the hell is this guy thinking? He’s a bit too excited!”

“Don’t worry, Tsukuyo-dono!” Katsura said weakly, “Although my body may not be as good as Kawaki’s. But! I will work hard to implement my creed in life!”

“Then try the skirt and wine first!” Tsukuyo nodded and continued, “It is the most common one in Yoshiwara; at least you can withstand that.”

“The skirt… and… wine!” Katsura’s eyes were bloodshot, and his nosebleed gushed out again. It looked like a high-pressure pump, and finally, he fainted.

“Sure enough, it won’t work. How can a man who can’t stand this level become Yoshiwara’s Night King?” Tsukuyo sighed softly.

“Hey! Zura! Wake up!” Kawaki kept shouting, but Katsura was already immersed in his fantasy and fainted happily. No matter how much Kawaki called, there was no reaction…