Maybe a Fake Gintama

Chapter 262: Sure Enough, Imitating Others Is Really Hard, but It’s Easier to Be Yourself...

Chapter 262: Sure Enough, Imitating Others Is Really Hard, but It’s Easier to Be Yourself...

Yoshiwara, in Kawaki's room.

Looking at the screen in front of him, Kawaki, who was holding the game controller, was stunned for two seconds. Then he shouted, "Tsukki---!! Did you deliberately cut off the line again?! Is there no end to it?! Why do you cut off the line every time I'm having fun?!"

Tsukuyo, who had just passed by Kawaki's door, heard Kawaki's shout, and her face suddenly burst with blue veins. She took out several kunai from her bosom, opened the door of Kawaki's room, and then rushed inside.

However, when Tsukuyo stepped into Kawaki's room, she was stunned. Because... Tsukuyo noticed that Kawaki was not the only one in the room...

"You're still an idiot as always, Kawaki." Takasugi snorted and took back the sword from Kawaki's neck.

"Ahhhhhh~," Kawaki turned his head and scratched the back of his head. He smiled at Takasugi and a young man wearing a green coat and triangular sunglasses carrying a lute behind him, "What a rare guest. Long time no see, Takaji. By the way, who is this next to you? "

"Kawaki-sama, it's our first meeting. Please take care of me." Bansai bowed slightly. "I am called Kawakami Bansai."

"Not bad!" Kawaki nodded slightly and praised at the same time. Then he looked at Takasugi and said, "The young people in your place are quite polite."

"Thank you for your praise." Bansai bowed down again.

"It's okay. Don't be so vigilant." Kawaki looked at Tsukuyo, standing at the door with two kunai in her hands, and said with a smile, "They're all old [acquaintances]."

Hearing this, Tsukuyo reluctantly put away her kunai, but her face's vigilance did not decrease.

"Why are you here this time?" Kawaki looked at Takasugi and asked doubtfully, "If it is still because of the lack of funds, then I really have no choice this time. I only have 10,000 yen left in my body. Originally, it was still 100,000 yen yesterday, but after buying my favorite game, the rest was all robbed by Kagura..."

Ignoring Kawaki's endless chatter, Takasugi slowly walked to the window of Kawaki's room and sat down by the window. He took out a kiseru from his bosom and held it in his hand. After looking out of the window, he slowly said, "The scenery is not bad, but... I always feel that something is missing. If it is dyed with fresh blood, will it be more pleasing to the eyes?"

"What did you say?! Bastard!" Tsukuyo took out the kunai again and looked at Takasugi with an unfriendly expression.

"Calm down, Tsukki." Kawaki waved his hand and said casually, "Takaji has this kind of character. His mouth is literary and artistic. In fact, his real meaning is: If you can put some fresh, bright red flowers on the street, they will definitely be very beautiful."

"I can't tell at all!" Tsukuyo shouted, "How did you hear such a suggestion?!"

"I already said it would be fine," Kawaki shrugged, then narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Go out, leave the matters here to me."

"I... have no interest in Yoshiwara," Takasugi slowly turned his head, looked at Kawaki, and said, "But... it is only temporary."

"It's still the same as before." Kawaki touched the back of his head and smiled, "Takaji, you always say these confusing words. But, as expected, if it's not artistic, it won't be Takaji."

As he spoke, Kawaki looked at Tsukuyo with a puzzled expression, "Speaking of which, are men who are more literary and artistic nowadays really that popular? Should I become more artistic? For example, standing by the window, sighing softly, and saying, "Today's wind is very noisy." How about this? Will I become more popular?"

"How is that possible! Idiot!" Tsukuyo rolled her eyes and scolded.

"But from the beginning, as long as I go with Takaji and the others to hanamachi, those girls will always surround the cold and artistic Takaji..." Kawaki pointed to his chin and muttered. Then, he suddenly thought of something. Then, he took out a bandage from somewhere and copied Takasugi's style.

Then, Kawaki came in front of Tsukuyo and said with a smile, "Let me borrow it~," After that, he pulled out the kiseru at Tsukuyo's waist and copied Takasugi's posture. He came to the window and sat down.

Copying Takasugi's posture, he held the kiseru in his hand. After taking a light puff, he said, "Cough, cough, cough...that..."

As he spoke, Kawaki looked out of the window with a gentle gaze and said slowly, "The scenery is not bad~"

"How is it?! Is it handsome?!" Kawaki turned around and looked at Tsukuyo with a fanatical expression, "Is it the kind that is super handsome?! Cough, cough, cough..."

"Not at all! Idiot!" Tsukuyo shouted while rolling his eyes, "If you don't know how to smoke, then don't smoke!"

"That's right," Kawaki scratched his head with a silly smile, "Sure enough, it's hard to imitate others. But it's easier to be yourself."

"Enough. I'm not here to see you play tricks," Takasugi said.

Hearing this, Kawaki stood up with a guarded expression and clutched his chest tightly, "As expected... you still stared at my money! What you said was exactly the same as last time! That was how you took half of the property in Housen's treasury after you said that last time!"

Takasugi, "..."

"Kawaki-sama," Bansai couldn't stand it anymore and quickly explained for Takasugi, "It's not like that. Thanks to Kawaki-sama's generosity last time, Kiheitai could form successfully. Now, Kiheitai's financial problem has been solved."

"Really?!" Kawaki asked with a serious face.

"Really." Bansai nodded.

"That's great. I thought I was going to bleed again." Kawaki patted his chest with lingering fear. Then, he looked at Tsukuyo with a relieved expression and said, "That's great! Tsukki, you don't have to bleed too much this time!"

"Yes," Tsukuyo responded and put away the kunai.

"By the way, Kawaki-sama, don't you care why Shinsuke-sama came here?" Bansai, who was a little speechless, could not help but ask doubtfully.

"Not at all..." Kawaki looked at Bansai and replied, "After all, Takaji is not a child. What he does is his freedom. I am not his Okaasan. Why should I care?"

"Uh..." Bansai was a little speechless, but he still braced himself and continued, "What if it has something to do with your [Friend]?"

"Not interested," Kawaki replied without any expression once again.

"Uh..." This time, Bansai really did not know what to say.

"Enough, Bansai. You should be more direct in talking to this guy. Otherwise, he would not understand it with his brain circuits." Takasugi snorted and then looked at Kawaki, "I only have one request. Do not take a step away from Yoshiwara! Didn't I just say it? I am not interested in Yoshiwara, but... it is only temporary. If you do not listen to me, I do not mind letting Yoshiwara bloom a real blood flower."

"Could it be!" Kawaki looked at Takasugi in disbelief. Then, tears welled up in his eyes. He sobbed and said, "Takaji, do you want to recall our beautiful past with me on purpose?! Takaji! I'm so touched! Don't worry! I will definitely stay in Yoshiwara to entertain you! Woo..."

Takasugi, "..."

"Has Kawaki-sama always been like this?" Bansai pointed at Kawaki, who was already sobbing while covering his eyes. He looked at Tsukuyo and asked.

"Uh... almost..." Tsukuyo replied with black lines all over her head.

"Tsukki! Take out all the Yakults that are about to expire in the warehouse!" Kawaki looked at Tsukuyo and shouted, "Today, I will not go back until I am drunk with Takaji!"

"How can you not go home without being drunk!" Tsukuyo shouted while rolling her eyes, "When you drink too much, Yakult?!"

"Speaking of which, you don't seem to know, Tsukki." Kawaki folded his hands and showed emotion, "In the past, Takaji and I always sat on the roof in the middle of the night and exchanged cups under the moon."

"Exchange cups with Yakult?!" Tsukuyo shouted, "I already said that you are not suitable for literary arts! Why do you still want to create those nonexistent memories at this time?!"

"Hey? How do you know?" Kawaki said in horror. Then he snorted and continued, "I didn't expect you to see through it. Actually, Takaji and I had to drink two boxes every time. Don't look at Takaji as thin and weak, but when it comes to [Yakult], he won't lose to me at all."

"It should be the amount of alcohol, right?" Tsukuyo shouted, "Don't casually create some nonexistent words, bastard!"

"Tsukki, you still don't understand." Kawaki looked at Tsukuyo with melancholy in his eyes, "A man with literary arts will be intoxicated no matter what he drinks."

"It's disgusting! Your words!" Tsukuyo got goosebumps from being stared at by Kawaki, and then she directly scolded Kawaki, "And you are not suitable for literary arts! How many times do you want me to say it? You good-for-nothing otaku!"

"This is too much!" Kawaki finally lost his cool and retorted, "What do you mean by 'good-for-nothing otaku'? At least leave me some face in front of outsiders, you bastard!"

"It's useless for a guy like you!" Tsukuyo was not to be outdone.

"What did you say?! You tomboy!" Kawaki said anxiously.

"Die!" As she shouted, Tsukuyo took out several kunai and threw them at Kawaki.

In an instant, a blood flower bloomed on Kawaki's forehead. Then, Kawaki rolled his eyes and fell down...

"Shinsuke-sama, isn't it a bit unnecessary for us to come here?" Bansai looked at Takasugi expressionlessly and murmured in a low voice.

Hearing this, Takasugi slowly turned his head and looked at Bansai calmly. He was silent for a long time before he slowly spat out a word...

"No..."