Doujin Artist: What kind of insane way did you watch a DVD to make yourself this exhausted!? What kind of freak are you!?
Curly-haired Guy: Now that I think about it, it must be *that* kind of way! The Armstrong cannon kind of way!
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: ?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Kids don't get it!
Wig Guy: Gonna wash my hands, they're sticky.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Shut up! Don't bring up gross details in the group chat!
Doujin Artist: Ruiko-chan… I think you actually *do* get it, don't you?
This is an Actor: Honestly, the only one in this group who's completely clueless is probably Mochou.
Machete Girl: What about Konan-sis?
This is an Actor: She half gets it, half doesn't.
Amegakure Village's Angel: I still have a lot to learn.
Doujin Artist: There's no need to *learn* stuff like this! Damn it, it was bad enough with Gintoki dragging the group's vibe down, and now we've got an even worse one—Katsura!
Curly-haired Guy: Huh? What do you mean I ruin the vibe? You, Doujin Artist, really have the nerve to say that?
Doujin Artist: Yeah, I draw that stuff, but I've *never* posted it in the group! But you? There's not a single day you don't drop some dirty joke!
Wig Guy: Alright, both of you calm down. I think you're both to blame.
Doujin Artist: You've got some nerve saying that!
Curly-haired Guy: Shut up, you pervy housewife-obsessed freak! Weren't we supposed to be working on a plan? Instead you're off zoning out over your DVD!
Wig Guy: Not true, I did gain something from it. At least I feel more confident in my rope skills now.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Rope… skills?
Saten Ruiko had dark lines on her forehead and twitched hard at the corners of her mouth.
Curly-haired Guy: Dammit! Katsura, just go die already! Hurry up and die! People like you are a waste of space!
Wig Guy: Gintoki, do you really think our current strength is enough to take on someone like Aizen? I don't think so. It's just not realistic.
Machete Girl: If you knew that, then why'd you go watch a DVD?
Wig Guy: I passed by a video shop, and the cover and title caught my eye.
Doujin Artist: Damn it, so *that's* the real reason! And here I thought you had some noble excuse! You're hopeless! Completely hopeless!
Wig Guy: Still, even if I can't stop Aizen, that doesn't mean I'll just sit around and do nothing!
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: You don't have to say it. I've already lost all hope in your ideas.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Nothing you say sounds even slightly reliable.
Wig Guy: The Shinsengumi—I'm taking them down first!
Doujin Artist: Huh?
Amegakure Village's Angel: The Shinsengumi? What does that have to do with Aizen?
Shark-Faced Guy: Logically speaking, aren't they kind of your potential allies? Shouldn't you try to win them over instead of wiping them out?
Wig Guy: Allies? Hmph, I don't see those Shogunate lapdogs as allies! They even get in my way when I hand out flyers on the street. An organization like that doesn't deserve to be our ally!
Doujin Artist: So you want to destroy them just because they mess with your flyers? Man, you're really petty!
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Ignoring a world-ending boss like Aizen just to take out a group that might actually be on your side? Impressive logic there, Mr. Katsura.
Wig Guy: Ahahaha, it's nothing that impressive.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: ??? I wasn't praising you!
Curly-haired Guy: Ruiko-chan, I think you'd be better off staying away from guys like Wig Man. He'll drag your IQ down to his level and then beat you with his experience.
Sakata Gintoki sent the message but was staring at the big red door in front of him. "Tch, pretty fancy."
"Of course. This is where the Night King lives," said a purple-eyed girl behind him, wearing a yukata with maple leaves and holding a smoking pipe.
Her light brown hair was tied up, and she had deep scars on her left cheek and forehead, but they didn't take away from her beauty.
This was Tsukuyo, leader of Hyakka, the Yoshiwara defense squad. She had also been talked into joining the fight against the Night King Hosen's cruel rule by Gintoki.
"I've decided—the second floor here will be the new branch of our Yorozuya!" Gintoki said with his arms crossed, totally serious.
*Bonk.*
Tsukuyo smacked him hard on the back of the head. "You idiot! Were you even listening to me? I told you this is the Night King Hosen's place! Do you even know who he is? Are you really ready for this?"
"Ow ow ow," Gintoki said, rubbing the back of his head. "Man, you don't hold back at all. Our new Night King won't like such rough girls, you know!"
"New Night King?" Tsukuyo looked him up and down, then snorted. "You're awfully confident for such an idiot."
"Hah? What's that look for?" Gintoki blinked. "I never said the new Night King would be me. Our boss is way more fit for the job."
He lifted his foot and kicked the door open with a loud *bang.*
Not you?
Tsukuyo froze, clearly shocked.
As the leader of Hyakka, she finally realized she had been played. This unreliable silver-haired idiot had talked such a big game… but he wasn't even the main guy?
Who was this "boss"? Don't tell her it's some old geezer just like the Night King? If that guy really beats Hosen, wouldn't that be jumping out of the frying pan into the fire?
Tsukuyo complained silently in her head, but with how things were going, she didn't have time to think it through. She quickly ran after Gintoki.