Maybe a Fake Gintama

Kawaki had just climbed up the tall tree and shook Gintoki, who had been sleeping on the tree for an unknown period of time. "Shouyou asked me to come and find you. Wake up."

However, perhaps because Kawaki's movements were too gentle, Gintoki was still indifferent. He was still snoring while holding the sword.

It had been a few months since the three of them had come to this place. "Matsushita Village School" is What Shouyou has been doing at this period of time. He also asked Kawaki and Gintoki to attend a class with a group of children.

Kawaki had never skipped class other than sleeping for one to three days in the middle of every month. Meanwhile, Gintoki had only one to three days of classes every month... Therefore, every time Gintoki skipped class, Shouyou would assign Kawaki to capture Gintoki.

Seeing that Gintoki showed no signs of waking up, Kawaki sighed. It seemed that he had to give Gintoki a critical hit in the head again. Kawaki thought in his heart.

However, at this time, two children attracted Kawaki's attention.

There is a shrine not far below Kawaki and Gintoki. A child with purple shoulder-length hair looks about the same age as Kawaki. And another black-haired boy with a ponytail gradually walked towards the purple-haired child lying in front of the shrine...

...

"You really are here."

Katsura Kotarou walked over and looked at Takasugi Shinsuke, who was lying in front of the shrine door and thinking about something. "I heard that you fought in the private school. Even the prestigious school that gathers the future heroes of the country is not enough to accommodate a piece of hard-carved material like you, Takasug?"

When he heard Katsura's voice, Takasugi had already sat up and leaned against the pillar in front of the shrine until Katsura finished speaking.

"Don't make me laugh, Katsura." Takasugi said indifferently, "The people gathered there are just a bunch of prodigal sons who only know how to squeeze the money and connections of their parents. I just urged them to cultivate seriously, so I made a little move. A group of people who don't even know how to fight, what kind of future can they lead for this country?" contemporary romance

At this point, Takasugi raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, "It really makes people look forward to it."

"Takasugi..." Hearing this, Katsura turned his head to the side, sighed softly, and continued, "You also don't know how to appreciate good fortune. Many people in the world can't read because of poverty. Many people also want to become a warrior, but they can't.."

Takasugi chuckled.

"As expected of a prodigy who was accepted because of an exception. The words he said are really different." As he spoke, Takasugi stood up and gradually walked towards Katsura. "If it were for you, you might be able to be an outstanding warrior there. For the sake of the family, for the sake of the country, you would risk your life to die. What an amazing warrior. I'm sorry, I don't have the slightest thought of doing this kind of boring thing."

At this time, Takasugi had already walked past where Katsura was standing and was still walking towards the back of Katsura.

"In that case, what kind of warrior do you want to become? Where... is the place you want to go?" Katsura thought for a moment and turned to ask Takasugi who was behind him.

"Who knows..." Takasugi looked at the nine children who were waiting for him with bamboo swords in their hands and sighed, "If I knew, would I need to waste my energy?"

Katsura also reacted and realized Takasugi's current situation.

"Takasugi, I heard that I am indebted to you for your care." The child who seemed to be the leader said to Takasugi with an arrogant and unkind expression.

"Little bastard of a low-level warrior, you have to weigh your own strength." A child beside the leader echoed.

Takasugi snorted disdainfully. He lowered his head and picked up the wooden stick next to him. "Looks like I can finally more or less properly train for a while."

"Wait," Katsura put his hand on Takasugi's shoulder and shouted to the children, "Using private fights to vent the knot in training, and you guys want to become warriors?"

"Katsura? Just in time." The leader continued, "I don't care about special enrollment students or anything. I can't bear to be classmates with poor people like you who can't afford the money."

"Did you hear that, Katsura? I told you that there are no warriors here," Takasugi said.

"Beat them up!" The leader shouted, and the nine children were about to rush over.

Just as the children were about to rush in front of Takasugi and Katsura, a gunshot rang out. The bullet hit the leading child, and at the same time, a sword was stabbed in front of the child.

"It's so noisy. Are you guys in heat?"

"Is this so-called [Warrior]? It's not as good as a dirty uncle who only thinks about sowing offspring."

Gintoki and Kawaki's voices sounded at the same time.

"Gintoki, you..." Kawaki seemed to be surprised that Gintoki had woken up.

"I should be surprised. When did you learn to say such words? I forgot all the lines when you were involved!" Gintoki curled his lips and said.

"You are! Since you are awake, you should have called me earlier!" Kawaki retorted.

Just as Kawaki and Gintoki were about to quarrel, the leading child couldn't help but look at the two people on the tree and say, "Who the hell are you?!"

Kawaki and Gintoki, who were preparing to fight each other, immediately turned their attention to the person who spoke. The next moment, the two people jumped down from the tree at the same time, one person and one foot, hitting the face of the leading child.

After receiving this blow, the leading child instantly fell to the ground.

"I want to be faster." Gintoki moved his foot away from the face.

"No, I'm faster." Kawaki moved his feet away at the same time.

"No, I flew down on a jet plane," Gintoki continued.

"No, my jet plane is faster than yours," Kawaki said.

"You bastard!"

The two of them grabbed each other by the collar at the same time, looking like they were about to start a fight.

"Who do you think wants to be faster?" Kawaki and Gintoki turned their faces to the confused Takasugi and Katsura and asked at the same time.

"Huh? In my opinion, the two of you came down at the same time," Katsura snapped back to reality.

"How is that possible."

"It was clearly me who was faster!" × 2

"Huh?"

The sparks between the two grew more intense.

"You are a rare species of the universe!"

"You silver-haired sh*t maniac!"

The two of them refused to give way to each other.

At this critical moment, one of the children shouted, "Pay attention to the occasion! You two! Do you think we don't exist"

As he spoke, the remaining children were about to rush towards Kawaki and Gintoki when a figure appeared behind them.

With a few knocks, the children all covered their heads and lay on the ground.

Seeing the person, Kawaki and Gintoki could no longer be bothered to pinch each other. Instead, they hugged each other and trembled as they looked at the smiling Shouyou.

"It's not right to bully the young with numbers, but it's not necessarily right to bully the weak with strength," Shouyou said as he walked over to the shivering Kawaki and Gintoki. "I just felt that something was wrong. It turns out that you are being lazy like Gintoki, and you seem to have used a very dangerous weapon. Is that right, Kawaki?"

Kawaki was instantly terrified. He instantly thought of several ideas to escape. However, before Kawaki could explain, Shouyou's fist had already hit Kawaki on the head.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts." Kawaki hugged his head, his tears about to come out.

"And you, a half-baked samurai, it is still a hundred years early to be lazy…." Shouyou's fist did not let go of Gintoki.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts." Gintoki immediately adopted the same posture as Kawaki.

Shouyou looked at Katsura and Takasugi and said, "The two of you should hurry back to school as well, Little Samurai" At the same time, his hands were not idle. He dragged Kawaki and Gintoki.

Looking at Shouyou, who was dragging Kawaki and Gintoki further and further away, Takasugi could not help but swallow his saliva, "That... That is..."

"So that's how it is," Katsura muttered, "I heard rumors that in the past few months, a samurai with two children opened a private school. He did not accept any money and personally educated the children of poor families. He should be the Yoshida Shouyou of [Matsushita Village School]."

Takasugi did not say anything else. Instead, he memorized the two names [Matsushita Village School] and [Yoshida Shouyou] in his heart.

"Takasugi, don't think about doing anything stupid!" Katsura seemed to have seen through Takasugi's thoughts.

"You don't need to care about it, Katsura," Takasugi said as he left.

....

The next day, Takasugi looked at the wooden token with the words "Matsushita Village School" on it and stepped into the door without thinking.

However, Takasugi did not know that Katsura had been watching him from not far behind him...

"What is it? You want to challenge Shouyou? Even I can beat ten people like you." Gintoki looked at Takasugi while digging his nose.

"Then you fight with me!" Takasugi refused to admit defeat.

"Do you see that little brat with orange-red hair?" Gintoki pointed his bamboo sword at Kawaki, who was swinging his sword at the side. "Only by defeating him can you challenge me. Isn't this how it is in RPG games? FroEvery difficulty is different from all monsters to bosses to devil kings."

However, just as Gintoki finished speaking, a bamboo sword that was used to practice had already smashed onto Gintoki's head.

"What are you trying to do? Do you want to fight?" Gintoki looked at the innocent Kawaki and said angrily.

"That sword seems to suddenly have its own consciousness and thus went to find its master." Kawaki waved his hand, his face still full of innocence.

"This sword seems to have its own consciousness, and now it wants to insert itself into your anus!" Gintoki held the bamboo sword and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

At the same time, some of his companions stopped the two of them. These two people were always like this, and everyone was already used to it.

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