Maybe a Fake Gintama

Chapter 307: Until the Last Moment of Life, There Is No Such Thing as a Retirement Game!

Chapter 307: Until the Last Moment of Life, There Is No Such Thing as a Retirement Game!

Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 307 Until the Last Moment of Life, There Is No Such Thing as a Retirement Game!

"Although I don't understand the general situation," Kawaki raised his head and looked at Amarao seriously with a frown, "Is it really impossible to fight with only one person left?! Is your heart so fragile?! You can only give up when your teammates are not around?! Are you such a fragile man?!"

Facing Kawaki's series of interrogations, Amarao could not help but take two steps back. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he gave up.

"What you need is not a teammate, but a heart that doesn't admit defeat, right?" Kawaki came to Amarao's side and gently patted Amarao's shoulder. He said softly, "Hurry up, think back to that kind of nervousness when there were only two minutes left. That desire to win, hurry up and recall it!"

Listening to Kawaki's words, Amarao slowly recalled the moment when he was struggling on the big bed in the hotel...

"I didn't say that kind of thing, bastard! Are you messing with me?!" Kawaki punched Amarao's face, and the latter directly flew out with blood spurting out of his nose.

"I was talking about the game, you bastard!" Kawaki rushed over and grabbed Amarao by the collar, "Or have you forgotten that feeling?! Have you forgotten the feeling of forgetting everything in order to win?!"

Shinpachi, who was behind, wanted to say something but was stopped by Gintoki.

"Leave it to him," Gintoki said.

"Oh... oh."

"I've been hollowed out by alcohol and lust... I have long forgotten that feeling!" Amarao said with tears streaming down his face, "I... just want to score a goal in my retirement game... for my son..."

"Idiot!!" Kawaki punched out again, "What do you mean retirement game? Is there such a thing in life?! Something like the retirement game! Only when a person was in the final moments of his life can it be called a retirement game! Do you think after this game is the end of your life?! Bastard!"

"I really can't take it anymore!" Amarao rubbed his cheeks, sat up, and cried.

"No matter what situation you're in, a man can't say he can't do it!!" Kawaki roared with white eyes and saliva flying everywhere, "Is this all you can do?! Just one goal? Is your life satisfied with just one goal? No way!"

"You..." Amarao muttered in disbelief.

The frown on Kawaki's face gradually eased. He lowered his body slightly and patted Amarao on the shoulder, "It seems that you have begun to recall. Alright, wipe away your tears. Let's go on like this. This game is not a retirement game at all, but the beginning of showing your persistence. Go."

"Woo..." Amarao wailed, but this time, he was moved to tears, "I know! Coach!"

"Don't be afraid, it doesn't matter even if you are alone. The so-called life is a never-ending battle alone. It may be a bit boring, but have you seen anyone who gave up because of being alone? No, right? Go, overcome that feeling of loneliness, and enjoy it! Defeat it!" After a pause, Kawaki smiled and continued, "Moreover, you are not alone now. There are still people like us behind you. Soccer? Maybe we don't understand, but in terms of our respective lives, we are no different from you."

"Alright! Remember it clearly! You are not fighting alone! Do you understand?!"

In the last sentence, Kawaki directly shouted out.

"Understood, Coach!" Amarao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up, revealing a face of determination.

"Go, go straight ahead. Don't look back, let us see your back that is no longer confused! Son? That kind of thing doesn't matter! This ball is not kicked for that boring reason! It is for yourself!" Kawaki spoke again.

"Yes!" With that, Amarao turned around and walked out with firm steps.

At the same time, the applause of Kawaki and the others came from behind.

However, the applause was for Kawaki.

"Kawaki-san is amazing," Shinpachi said in a low voice with no expression on his face, "He managed to trick Amarao into going to the court alone with just a few simple words..."

"He's that kind of man," Gintoki whispered, "The only one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with his mouth is Naruto from the studio next door."

"Isn't it too scary..." Shinpachi twitched the corner of his mouth and complained.

Watching Amarao push open the door and walk to the field step by step, standing in the middle of the field without looking back, he raised his hand and gave a thumbs up to the people behind him, Gintoki and the others were speechless.

"Hey, is it really okay for you to do this?" Gintoki asked expressionlessly.

"What's wrong? I think what I said was right." Kawaki was puzzled. Then he pointed to the three people(Kondo, Hasegawa, Kagura) who couldn't stop crying while covering their faces, "Even they understood it."

"It's just because they are all idiots." Gintoki replied, "Speaking of which, this game has already ended. It has already ended the moment he stepped onto the field alone."

"No, that is not the end, but the beginning!" Kawaki argued seriously.

"Do you think I'm as stupid as them?!" Gintoki shouted, but then he sighed, "Well, forget it. Thanks to you, you helped us solve a problem."

"It's alright!" Kawaki stretched and stretched his neck, "Now I can go back to play games with ease~"

At this time, with the voice of the commentator, the game officially began...

"Wait a minute, what's going on? Why is there only one player in today's FC Oedo team!" The commentator's voice was impassioned, "Did something happen? But why is Amarao so confident? Isn't today Amarao's retirement game? What happened to the FC Oedo team?!"

Amarao folded his arms and snorted at the commentator's words, "Retirement match? No, that kind of thing doesn't matter."

The referee, who noticed the unexpected situation, hurriedly shouted to stop and ran toward Amarao.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Even if there is only one person, it doesn't matter." Amarao raised his hand to stop the referee from speaking. He folded his hands and closed his eyes, saying, "The so-called life is originally a lonely battle. This is what the coach taught me today. Let's start directly."

The referee looked at Amarao strangely. After saying "stupid" in his heart, he turned around and whistled, signaling the game to continue.

'Thank you! Coach!' As Amarao thought of this, he looked at the referee who was ready to throw a coin and decide to play the game.

...

The result was quite miserable. In less than two minutes after the first half of the game, Amarao fell into a coma while foaming at the mouth. His body was covered in wounds as he was carried off the field by the staff. The current score was zero to five.

The speed was indeed a bit fast. Before Kawaki and the others could leave, Amarao had already been carried to the lounge by the staff.

"Co... Coach..." Amarao struggled to open his eyes and looked at the expressionless Kawaki, "I... I did it... I'll leave the rest to you guys... Give me ten minutes... I'll be back in ten minutes... before that..."

Before he could finish speaking, Amarao tilted his neck and rolled his eyes...

Kawaki and the others were expressionless...

At the same time, the commentator's voice sounded again, "Amarao can't continue the game because of a serious injury! If there are no extra players, the game will be over! At present, we see that the referee team has begun to gather together to discuss which nightclub to relax in! There wasn't much time left for the FC Oedo team! If no one had entered the field yet, we can only announce that the winner of this match is the Oedo Ambivalence team!"

"Audience! Countdown with me! Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Then, the winner of this match is the Oedo..."

Before the commentator could finish speaking, Kawaki and the others, who had changed into their jersey, walked out in a row with their heads held high.

"They haven't given up yet! FC Oedo team hasn't given up yet!" The commentator continued, "In the face of such a disadvantage, ten new players who had never seen it before stepped forward! Carrying the unconscious Amarao, they stepped forward! What kind of perseverance is this? I believe! Regardless of winning or losing, they will leave a heavy mark on the soccer field in the future!"

"Hey, you guys, have you remembered it?" Kawaki stood in the middle of the field with his hands crossed, "Soccer is a sport. As long as you kick the ball into the net, it will be considered a win!"

Kagura/ Kondo/ Hasegawa, "Understood!"

"Alright, let's go!" With that, Kawaki dragged Amarao forward and placed the unconscious Amarao in front of their team goalpost.

Kagura very timely moved a chair over, and the two of them tied Amarao to the chair.

"Hey! The two of you are playing tricks!" Gintoki kicked the two of them and shouted, "Is that a goalkeeper?! Are you going to let him be a goalkeeper?! How can he play in this state?!"

"Don't worry," Kawaki stood up, crossed his arms, and snorted, "As long as it's game, the defense doesn't matter at all! Haven't you heard of it? Attack is the best defense Gintoki!"

"Yes." Kagura cupped her hands and nodded in agreement.

"It doesn't apply to the current situation at all!!" Gintoki shouted, his veins popping out.

However, just as Gintoki finished speaking, a soccer ball brushed past the bangs on Gintoki's forehead and quickly rushed toward the net, crashing straight into Amarao's face.

"He blocked it! After re-entering the field, Amarao, who changed his identity as a goalkeeper, blocked the ball!" The commentator slapped the table and roared with the microphone in his hand.

"Look, it's very reliable," Kawaki commented.

"Indeed," Gintoki nodded and turned to leave, "Then, I will leave the defense to you, Amarao."

"How can you be at ease?" Shinpachi scoffed expressionlessly.

At this moment, a little boy's voice rang out, "Come on, Amarao!"