Maybe a Fake Gintama

Chapter 418: If We Talk About Cells at Work, Then of Course the Favorite Ones Are Macrophages!

Chapter 418: If We Talk About Cells at Work, Then of Course the Favorite Ones Are Macrophages!

Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 418 If We Talk About Cells at Work, Then of Course the Favorite Ones Are Macrophages!

Kawaki, Katsura, and Tsukuyo stood on the other side of the tunnel. All of them looked at the scene in front of them expressionlessly. In front of the three of them, there was a small arch with the words "Leukocyte Kingdom" written on it. On both sides of the arch, there were two guards wearing white bodysuits and holding spears.

Further ahead of the arch was a vintage town that looked very similar to the RPG adventure game. The streets were full of people wearing white bodysuits and holding various weapons.

"Welcome to the Leukocyte Kingdom. If you head north, you will find Leukocyte Castle. Head east to find Bifidus Village. Head south to find E. coli town." A guard stood on one side and kindly explained to the three of them, "But stay away from the Capillary Caves to the west. It's crawling with viruses. At your current level, you'll be instantly wiped out."

"Thank you, Uncle," Kawaki said with a smile on his face and then slowly walked forward.

At the same time, Katsura also followed them with his arms crossed, leaving only Tsukuyo, who was still frozen in place and had not reacted.

"Wait, you two!" Tsukuyo, who had come back to her senses, hurriedly stopped them.

"What's wrong, Tsukki?" Kawaki stopped in his tracks and turned his head around to ask in confusion, "Is this the first time you've arrived in such a place, so you're still a little unaccustomed to it? There is really no other way. Come, just follow behind me."

"It seems that Tsukuyo-dono is indeed the type that will take a long time to integrate into the class after she transfers over." Katsura shook his head lightly. He sighed softly and then opened his eyes to look at Tsukuyo and encouraged, "But don't worry. The class monitor Kawaki and the teacher will help you. Soon, you will integrate into this class."

"Yes, Tsukki. I will help you." Kawaki nodded and showed a gentle smile.

"Why are you continuing with that topic?" Tsukuyo pointed at the street in front of her and retorted, "At a time like this, you should be surprised by the situation here! Aren't you surprised to see this scene and those people at all? The two of you accepted reality too quickly! Speaking of which, did the two of you really accept it? Isn't it really because the two of you are idiots? By the way, did you leave all the retorting today to me? No way! One person retorting to the two of you hopeless idiots, there is no way to do it!"

"Tsukki, I believe in you." Kawaki gave him a thumbs-up and grinned, "As long as you want to do it, you can do it!"

"Yes, Tsukuyo-dono, don't give up so easily!" Katsura cupped his hands and nodded in agreement. He continued, "Moreover, you have to be calm in any situation. This is what a real samurai is!"

"Don't say anymore. In short, I now completely understand that the two of you are hopeless idiots." Tsukuyo said with one hand on her forehead.

"Zura, plan A, understand?" Kawaki glanced at Katsura at the side.

"It's not Zura, it's Inch-Katsura!" Katsura corrected him, and then his expression became serious and he nodded, "I understand. Then I'll leave the rest to you and Tsukuyo-dono. Goodbye."

After that, Katsura directly turned around and walked toward a nearby alley.

"You two... have you really made a plan?" Tsukuyo had a look of disbelief on her face.

"Don't look down on the two of us." Kawaki snorted. He then said with some pride, "I still understand what to do in this situation. In short, while Zura is looking for meat...gathering information, let's stay at the hotel here first. Leave the rest to me."

As he spoke, Kawaki looked at the uncle in a white bodysuit who was still standing in front of the arched door and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, where is the Fuzokuten(Brothel) opened by the macrophages?"

"Little brother, you know a lot~" The uncle in a white bodysuit raised his eyebrows and laughed mischievously. Then, he whispered into Kawaki's ear, "That, I won't tell ordinary travelers,"

"But this time is special, so I'll tell you secretly, right after..."

However, before the uncle could finish speaking, Tsukuyo, who had a black face on the side, instantly came in front of Kawaki and the uncle. She raised her foot and kicked the two people away without any explanation.

"Why did you think of that kind of thing the first time you came to this kind of place?!" Tsukuyo pointed at Kawaki who was lying on the ground and still twitching. She then scolded angrily, "What's going on with your head?! And did that person just look for meatballs? Did he just go to the alley to find meatballs for cats and dogs?! By the way, how much does that person like animals!"

"No, Tsukki," Kawaki struggled to get up. After wiping the blood off his forehead, he turned around and explained, "I just want to conduct information gathering. If I were to openly investigate on the streets like this, it would definitely attract attention. If I wanted to investigate, it would be more convenient to go to a place like that."

"No need! There is no need for information gathering at all!" Tsukuyo retorted loudly, "I have just collected the information! And I got it from the man lying on the shore!"

"Amazing, Tsukki," Kawaki praised, "You actually got the information so quickly. Then quickly tell me where the macrophages..."

Without waiting for Kawaki to finish, Tsukuyo once again rushed forward and hammered Kawaki.

...

In one of the rooms in a hotel, Tsukuyo was sitting on the bed with her hands crossed and was talking to Kawaki, who was playing games.

"In short, this is the information I got from that soldier. The virus army and the white blood cell army are currently at war, but the white blood cell army seems to have been completely wiped out, and we should be the hero from another world, the inch-high samurai, that he mentioned." Tsukuyo analyzed it self-consciously, "The most urgent task now is to meet and protect the king of this kingdom"

"So that's how it is," Kawaki nodded, but his hand that was still in the game controller did not stop, "I did not expect it to be like this. It is really an incredible situation."

"Indeed," Tsukuyo nodded, "I also did not expect that a robot would have such a situation inside its body. Then, your physical strength should have recovered now, right? Then let's set off quickly."

"Wait a minute, I've also met an incredible opponent here." Kawaki's expression was slightly solemn, and there were even a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, "This is the first time I've seen someone so powerful in an FPS game. No, I won't go anywhere until I have a decisive battle with him!"

"What exactly are you here for?" Tsukuyo squinted her eyes and retorted expressionlessly, "Didn't you say you wanted to rest in a hotel because you had no energy? Why did you become an otaku when you entered the hotel? Speaking of which, why are there game equipment and games in a place like this?"

"The old hotels that could only restore physical strength can no longer keep up with the trend, Tsukki." Kawaki explained without looking back, "It will definitely not work if we don't add some fresh and trendy elements that are popular among young people! So does a hotel, and so does a Fuzokuten(Brothel)! But this person is really amazing. He can actually tie with me. He won thirty times and lost thirty times. I have never seen such a guy in the real world. This world... really makes me more and more excited!"

"There's something wrong with your excitement!" As she shouted, Tsukuyo kicked Kawaki's head into the floor again, and then dragged Kawaki and kicked open the door of the room.

"Wait, wait a minute, Tsukki." Kawaki, who was being dragged and leaving a trail of blood on the ground, shouted, "One more round, one more round will do! Please! Moreover, my physical strength has been completely depleted! My HP and MP are already at the red line! I was hit by your attack just now!"

"Shut up! You good-for-nothing otaku!" Tsukuyo snapped, "We don't have any extra time to gather information. We are racing with time!"

"Actually, I don't think there is a need to be so anxious about this," Kawaki replied casually.

At the same time, Tsukuyo had already arrived outside the hotel. However, looking at the scene outside, Tsukuyo was suddenly stunned. The hand that was holding Kawaki's leg also unconsciously loosened.

Taking this opportunity, Kawaki stood up and came to Tsukuyo's side. Looking at the scene in front of him, he continued, "Look, Zura is sometimes very reliable. Don't forget his identity. Although he looks like a fool, he is the real Jouishishi."

"What did that idiot do?!" Tsukuyo shouted as she snapped back to her senses.

They saw that most of the people who were all wearing white tights walking up and down the street just now had changed into Mario and Luigi clothes, and they were orderly handing out clothes on the roadside to those who had not yet changed their clothes.

There were also many people wearing Mario and Luigi clothes who set up small podiums one after another, telling everyone on the road the story about Mario and Luigi that Kawaki used to fool Katsura before.

"...We are actually the brainwashed brothers cloned by xxxtendo! We are neither white blood cells nor Tapirs, but the cloned brothers who are burdened with a tragic fate!" Standing on a small podium, a mustachioed man wearing Luigi clothes shouted to the people around him with tears in his eyes, "Although I have forgotten, it doesn't matter! He has told us all the truth! Everyone, let us follow that man to overthrow this kingdom, change this world, and regain our true freedom!"

As he spoke, the uncle looked in a certain direction and extended his hand, "Let us welcome that lord! Katsura-san!"

"It's not Katsura, it's Inch-Katsura!" Katsura, who was wearing Mario clothes and had a small mustache on his face, corrected with a serious expression.

Tsukuyo, "..."