#yagyuu clan

[icatchzs]

THE FUCKING PARALLELS

In episode 10 gintoki says this to sougo when their tryna get sadaharu from odd jobs for Prince hata

He says “I’ll never bow down to the shinsengumi” BUT THEN IN THE BEAM SABER SWORD STYLE ARC OKITA TELLS SHINPACHI:

“He planted his empty head right against the floor” JUST SO HE COULD BRING OBI HAJIME BACK.

Fucking hell sorachi way to make me die

[vividblaze]

Scribblin some sword ocs.

[suchine-toki]

Am I the only one who finds the “4 Heavenly Kings” title for the Joui 4 kinda cringe? (besides the fact that it’s used for 3 different groups). I get that it’s a term with a background in Buddhism, but still 😂

[gintama-polls]

Gintama Episode Tourney

Episode 111, "There's Almost A 100% Chance You'll Forget Your Umbrella And Hate Yourself For It" Kagura gets a cute umbrella during the rainy season.

Episode 77, "Yesterday's Enemy, After All Is Said And Done, Is Still The Enemy" Shinpachi and his friends raid the Yagyuu clan dojo to get Tae back. The second episode of the Yagyuu Arc.

[lilac-5ky]

hi!! could u do married life with gintoki plz?? hcs or scenario whichever u prefer i just want to think about what its like to be miss sakata >////< thx!

I was going to make it into pure married life, but I really wanted to include how the whole proposal and wedding happened. So yay for freebies ^^

Being Gintoki's Wife Headcanons

Warning: slight nsfw towards the end.

Congratulations, you married the protagonist of the anime. That's the equivalent of hitting the jackpot, except you wouldn't be so broke after guessing the winning numbers to the lottery. Hey, no one said that being Yorozuya Gin's wife wouldn't have its disadvantages!

Proposal

The way he proposed to you was... quite interesting. He was a nervous mess and tried to calm down by going down the booze route, which led to him being both inebriated and awkward. You'd been dating for quite a while and he was certain that he could finally tie the knot with you (Thank Kagura, Shinpachi and Otose for pushing him to it). With you he felt comfortable to be who he is, knowing that you loved him despite his flaws. He was always at home whenever you were around, though actually proposing was nerve wracking.

If he was left alone to do it, perhaps he'd just toss you a ring and leave it at that. But, because communism exists, his marital business is Yorozuya's marital business and they'd sit him down and explain that unless he tries to at least be a bit romantic, you'd be disappointed. In reality, Kagura said that you'd leave with another man if you did that, a fact that managed to get him all stressed up in the first place.

And so, Gin really did his best planning a memorable proposal. He took you out to a fancy restaurant, wore his *rented* tuxedo, bought a ring worth of 10 rents which he placed into the champagne glass (courtesy of Otae). It was the perfect night! Or... so it was, until he started chugging glass after glass, eventually forgetting that a ring was placed in one of them and... yes. He swallowed the ring.

I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't noticed and went along with his proposal, voicing the little speech he had prepared with the guys the previous night, though be it half slurring and messing up halfway. It was a wonder you said yes, but it was a bigger wonder that he had managed to swallow a wedding ring without even being aware of it. Of course, that was something he kept hidden from you, and will probably keep it hidden even until after your children have children of their own. It's embarrassing, don't blame him!

At the end, he admitted leaving it at home, a far less shameful option. You parted ways and no one really asked why he spent the next 6-8 hours in the bathroom. The next day, you had a gorgeous shining ring around your finger, and an exhausted Gintoki by your side.

The wedding

Most likely Gintoki wished for a simple ceremony with those closest to you. Mainly because it would cost less but also because he isn’t one for extravagant parties. A wedding is a union and while he never hid your relationship, he’d be a bit flustered about saying such important words in public.

He did tell Kagura and Shinpachi, as those closest to him. And of course, Shinpachi told Otae, who told Kyuubei and then the entire Yagyuu clan had to pay their respects. Perhaps Gin also let Katsura know, not actually expecting him to show up, though he did and so did the Shinshengumi. At the end of the day, the entire cast was standing before you, some arguing and throwing bombs at one another, while others were too busy stuffing food in bento boxes. The quiet wedding you dreamt off turned into a bit of a fiasco, but everyone enjoyed themselves and so did you and Gin.

Honeymoon Period

I doubt that Gin could afford a proper honeymoon vacation, but perhaps Otose chimed in a bit, giving him enough money to take you somewhere decent as a wedding gift. Don’t think Hawaii or Paris or anything, but he did take you to an idyllic little fishing village or to a lovely mountain settlement.

The time you spent there was quiet and peaceful, unlike your everyday life in the city. It was a welcoming change and for once, you found yourself wishing that it would last more than a few days. Before you knew it, vacation time was over and you were back at Kabukicho.

Married Life

During the first few months, Gintoki would probably put on his good face. He'd be sweeter than usually to you, even going as far as to plan "romantic pizza nights in front of the tv" with candles all around. That would be his basic idea for a date night, but don't worry, he'll keep it up in the future too, minus the candles.

Another type of date time would probably be board game nights, either with just the two of you or his friends. If you end up winning too much, I wouldn't be surprised if Gin decided to flip the table or go as far as to cheat. If you catch onto him and scold him about his behavior, then he'd try to use other means to "win" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He is shameless, after all.

Surprisingly enough, Gin isn't bad at doing chores, though he does complain about it. Considering the nature of his job, it's not too uncommon for him to have days off, and so, if you are the one with a more stable 9 to 5 kinda job, he doesn't mind taking over the housework. Mostly to keep cockroaches at bay ;-;

If he is the only one to do chores, he'll start nagging about how you married him just to turn him into a housewife. Bribing him with something tasty, whether that is food or you, is bound to make him forget about it, for the time at least.

Speaking of food, a fun activity Gin would enjoy, is cooking with you. He mostly enjoys eating whatever it is that you make for him (supposing it's not burnt tamagoyaki or rice with egg on a daily basis), but if you suggest making something together, he'll find it just as fun and exciting. He doesn't always follow the recipes and a lot of the time he ends up slacking off, tossing ingredients such as flour on your bare face just to get a laugh out of it. In no time, such a notion would lead to an all out kitchen war. Just make sure that he cleans the mess afterwards, considering it's his fault.

Despite Gin picking up on chores, he can be very messy, turning your house into a dorm. Half finished ramen, jump magazines scattered around, tissues and cans, he leaves disaster in his trail. He will clean when he realizes you need a boat to pass through each room, or, if you order him to.

Perhaps at one point, you both tried to better yourself and engage into some more sophisticated hobbies, such as wine tasting or museum touring. Every couple gets to a point when they look at other couples and wonder if they are doing things wrong. But neither expensive wines or impressionism did it for you, and so you went back to your old habits in no time. It's better when you don't have to pretend around each other.

After a quick detour, back to Gin's messiness we go. He is the type to spend an awful long time in the bathroom, not because he is doing anything weird, but because he takes his jump with him. He can sit on the toilet for hours on end, not even realizing how long it's been.

Whenever he showers or baths, you will definitely know because of the endless stream of water and hot steam following after him. It looks as if someone copy-pasted Venice in your house and Gin isn't apologetic in the slightest over it. The main cause of it, is because he refuses to dry himself up, choosing to wander around the rooms with just a towel. Now if you scold him, he has no issue jumping on top of you with the sole intention of drying his body against your clothes.

Naturally, it doesn't take long for things to get heated, and I can definitely imagine him smirking while saying "Now I'm not the only one who's wet". Shameless, I told you. Besides, he is also the one who jumps into the shower with you if he is in a hurry, without even bothering to ask if it's fine.

Gin isn't against self care. He doesn't admit it, but in order to keep his hair tamable, he uses A LOT of products. Could have an entire shelve dedicated to hair products only, no surprises here. He might tease you if he sees you using a face mask sheet, though if you offer him one, he'll allow you to pamper him, asking you to check how soft his skin is 24/7.

A nice thing Gin does from time to time, is massages. If you come back tired from work, he'll have no issue rubbing your feet, your shoulders, and anywhere else you need him to *wink wink*. Again he'll bring up the "housewife" argument, but he is more than happy to take care of you.

On the contrary, a nasty thing Gin most definitely does, is start calling you old hag. Even changes your contact name to that and acts as if you are some old lady, despite being of similar age to him. Don't, just... don't ask.

Generally, you don't argue a lot and your fights consist of really petty and childish arguments, such as who gets to watch what on the tv. Usually it ends with him sitting on the remote to prevent you from touching it. Or, on cold winter nights, he ends up hoarding the blanket, leaving you to shiver alone while playing tug war with his sleepy self.

At times, Gin experiences severe nightmares about his past. It's something he can't let go off completely, and although he chooses to ignore it in his daily life, he can't control his subconscious. There isn't much for you to do, as he won't be willing to talk about it. However, wrapping your arms around him, assuring him that it's fine, that you are there and that he did his best, will definitely help.

His sex drive does die a bit after you get married, but it's not much of an issue. If you initiate things, he'll almost always be up for it, and he definitely has his "hornball" moments. If you are doing the dishes, he'll be doing you. If you are in it for a relaxing bath time, he'll have you sit between his legs. If he sees you all dressed up for a work event or an outing with a friend, he'll most likely undress you first.

Randomly slaps your butt from time to time whenever you pass before him. If you scold him, he chuckles while giving you the look to know that if you are up for it, he is also up for it. Lots of heated times on the couch, considering he is sometimes too lazy to move things to the bedroom.

Finally, kids is not something in his immediate plans. In fact, he'll try to postpone such talks until you enter the second year of marriage, if not more. He'll always go "La la la la la" at the mention of such things, but if you sit him down and ask him to have a family, he'll groan and take you to bed right away. After all, how can he say no to you?

[mechaseraph]

Cross-posting from my twitter, so to say. We finally have names for some characters outside of Unmei (and Endou Haru ig)

1) Yagyuu Suruga 2) Sakurazaki Jouji 3) Kisoji Heita 4) Shisendou Garyuu 5) Kodoukai Kameo 6) Shinohara Raika About their meanings (my attempt at them, at least) and some tidbits I've noticed under the cut

1) Both real names. Yagyuu is very likely refers to Yagyuu clan, (upd) also sounds similar to baseball in jpn, as he seems to be part of baseball club) Suruga to former province that used to be located in Shizuoka prefecture. Willow+life fast person\horse+river 2) Cherry blossom (not common way to write it down though?) and Jouji is your normal given name length+2 3) Kiso Valley and Heita is common name. 1st kanji of it means troop/soldier so ig it all plays with his family name due to ties to edo period 4) Sounds the same as 詩仙堂, a buddhist temple in Kyoto. except 2 first kanji p much mean four rivers, so four rivers temple? His name means self-taught/one's own style 5) Ancient road/ancient methods＋domesticate/to keep (a pet) and (male) turtle...ig with his giant backpack he reminds of one, huh. 6) sounds like 篠原, field of bamboo grass, which is also an actual surname. Except 1st kanji is 忍 which would be to hide/to endure/etc so hidden field? Her name means next summer. From kanjis in her name I think she might be Natsumi's expy, so to say? She has 原 just like school, and her name is literally next SUMMER (Natsumi means summer)

anyway, most of those give some nod to Edo period and have rural feel, so to say? Ig it all lies well with the setting of school looking more old?

and in attempt to see if they have some parallels with old cast

if this screenshot is anything to judge their actual intended positions by... Shisendou and Endou are both GKs and have 堂 (dou-temple) in their family name funny, 'cause he gives me more of Kirino vibes, so thought he be on DF. Again, as it's just 5 on 5 and you can put anyone on any position, it doesn't implies he's GK 100% yet, or positions of other characters

[talesofedo]

This is a work of fiction. (I'm finally rewriting it.) You can find more information about my tumblr, Tales of Edo, here, and an index for this story’s chapters, anything else I've written, and my art, here.

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Suigetsu (Samon’s Story) Loosely inspired by Yagyuu Hijouken Samon (manga) / Also on AO3 CW: graphic violence, abusive family, physical & psychological abuse

Chapter 1

It was already well into the hour of the rat and the bright full moon hung large and white in an inky sky, casting deep shadows across the formal garden of the secluded samurai mansion in the valley below. Gathering storm clouds raced across the blackness, pushed by the strong winds that had been gusting since late in the afternoon; winds that tore at the ancient maple at the center of the garden, scattering its crimson late-fall leaves like embers sparking from a fire.

Samon sat cross-legged in the center of the porch facing the garden, far enough from the edge that the overhanging roof shielded him from the thick raindrops that had begun falling just then, the only person still awake at this late hour.

He was dressed in a white kimono and light blue hakama as if readying himself for seppuku, and the brightness of his clothing contrasted with the dark wood of the veranda like a reflection of the moon above. He was watching the trees swaying in the distance, trying (and failing miserably) to calm his unfocused mind.

Early the previous morning, a messenger had arrived with a wrinkled letter sent by an acquaintance in Edo, a servant girl working in his clan’s upper mansion, who had once embarrassed herself by confessing her love to him when he was still a boy.

The letter, difficult to read because of her unpracticed handwriting, had been unsettling: she wrote that Munenori, Samon’s father, had been beside himself with rage after finding out about the stipend His Excellency the Shogun had granted Samon, and that he had dispatched Jubei, Samon’s eldest brother, to the Yagyu valley to “set things straight."

She didn’t know what this meant, said a scrawled addition at the end, but thought that he deserved a warning, considering his father’s and his brother’s tempers.

Samon appreciated her thoughtfulness in sending the letter, but the message had given him cause to anxiously pace around the mansion and its grounds ever since, trying to collect his thoughts and preparing for the worst. He almost wished he’d never received the letter at all, that he had been left in blissful ignorance until Jubei arrived at his doorstep.

He understood, at least on some basic level, why his father was angry: Tokugawa Iemitsu, who had inherited the post of Shogun following the death of his father, was in a precarious position because many of the daimyo opposed his succession and instead favored his younger brother, Tadanaga, whom they considered more suitable. Anything those men could use as fodder to strengthen their case, like the relationship Iemitsu and Samon had failed to keep secret, threatened not only the shogun, but by extension the Yagyu, Samon's family.

It was because of these politics Munenori had sent his son away months ago under the guise of illness, and why Samon was now little more than a prisoner in the old family home in Iga, two weeks’ travel from Edo.

Samon often wondered whether the politics surrounding their situation had occurred to Iemitsu. Certainly, he must have given it some thought before trying to return his lover to Edo with the stroke of a brush, by making him a daimyo in his own right and therefore subjecting him to the Edo posting, which required all daimyo to live in the city every other year; ironically, a measure originally devised to prevent rebellion against the shogunate.

But perhaps Iemitsu hadn’t considered it at all, had worried only about the two of them being kept apart for reasons he didn’t fully understand or care about.

Samon would have liked to think Iemitsu wouldn’t be so shortsighted, but he also knew just how impulsive he could be: once, when Iemitsu was still a teen, he’d stabbed his older lover to death just for looking at another man, though Samon had not seen that side of him as the young future Shogun matured.

He realized, of course, that worrying about Iemitsu’s intent or consideration made no difference now: what was done was done, and the only path left was the one moving forward, regardless of where it might lead. Logically, this made it entirely pointless to worry about the What Ifs of the situation.

However, Samon did worry about his father’s plans for “setting things straight,” as the girl had put it in her letter. He found it difficult to imagine any scenario that didn’t end in his own death, and he’d paced around his rooms and up and down the veranda for hours, apprehensively pondering whether a simple thing like blood ties would stand in the way of his father’s ambitions and desire for power.

Would this even enter his father’s mind, considering Samon was merely his third son, and additionally only the child of a mistress?

Eventually, and perhaps overdramatically, Samon had resigned himself to the idea that he would likely be killed once Jubei reached the Yagyu valley, and he’d dressed accordingly to await his brother’s arrival, which he supposed wouldn’t be too long after the courier’s.

By the time he sat down on the porch that night – and honestly, he couldn’t have slept even if he tried, just like he hadn’t slept the previous night – his thoughts were all over the place still, but somewhere at the back of his mind, he’d at least made peace with the idea of death. After all, if this was the price to pay to keep Iemitsu safe in his position as Shogun, wasn’t it worth such an insignificant life as his own?

How strange, he thought, that both my father and I share the common goal of keeping Iemitsu safe.

…

The initial thick, slow raindrops had turned into sheeting rain by the time Jubei arrived, dressed in black and dark green traveling clothes, climbing over the back wall into the garden like a common thief, rather than a visiting relative. It was a familiar entrance for Jubei, who had come and gone by means of this secret back route as a boy more times than Samon could count.

But this was no childhood escapade. Jubei already had his long sword unsheathed as he stood on the tiled roof of the wall, one foot planted firmly on either side of the center ridge while he surveyed the scene before him, like a large bird of prey perched on a tree branch, looking for a juicy mouse scurrying along the forest floor.

Seeing that his younger brother was waiting for him, he jumped down and walked casually along the stone path winding between landscape features, entirely unbothered by the rain dripping from his face and soaking into his clothes.

A small, satisfied smile curled the corners of his lips upward with contentment because his brother was expecting him, but his eyes were cold and disdainful, just as they had commonly looked at Samon in the past.

“I always hoped we’d get a chance to duel,” Jubei said when he was close enough for Samon to hear him over the rain pattering against the tiled porch roof. “I’m told some people think you’re the stronger swordsman, but we’ve never had a chance to measure our skills against each other in the fencing hall, let alone with real blades.”

This was so like Jubei: the obsession to be the stronger swordsman, the strongest swordsman, had not let up since Samon had replaced him as Iemitsu’s fencing instructor five years prior, and it stood to reason that he had only gained more real-life sword experience in his missions and wanderings since.

Samon had already played out in his mind numerous scenarios of how he might draw and strike with his sword tonight, and in each of them had found himself lacking in the face of his brother’s skill.

Jubei was many things: he was hateful and short-tempered, inconsiderate and self-important, ambitious and ruthless. But still, Samon could not deny the fact that Jubei was also an expert swordsman possessed of a strength and speed that was like a demon’s.

And Samon was scared. Terrified, really.

So, this was it, then.

Samon took a shaky breath and uncrossed his legs to rise, uncomfortably aware of the sweat slicking his palms as he reached for the sword that lay beside him, waiting to be drawn.

He found it unmovable, because someone, some shadowy figure suddenly standing behind him, had planted a foot against the sheath, pinning it in place against the floorboards. As distracted as Samon had been with anxiety, and with his focus solely on his elder brother, he’d never heard this second man approach, never even felt his presence. It served only to remind him in this split second of sheer panic of how inexperienced he still was, despite his years of training.

The thought flashed through his mind that his father would have been disappointed.

Samon tried to draw his blade from this awkward position, but next thing he knew, a coarse rope was slung around his neck. Instinctively, he brought up his hands to protect himself from being strangled, but before he could grab the rope, the man behind him kicked him between the shoulders, causing him to slam face first into the dark wood of the porch.

In the seconds it took Samon to taste the metallic bitterness of his own blood in his mouth and try to push himself upward, the man had knotted the rope at the nape of his neck, looped the two loose ends around his elbows to pin his arms against his sides, and bound his hands tightly in the small of his back. No matter how Samon struggled, he already knew there was no point: he was completely defenseless in front of Jubei.

“Why are you doing this?” he gasped, the rope pressing against his throat as he still pointlessly struggled to get to his feet. The man behind him pulled him backward and Samon came to sit awkwardly as Jubei approached.

“Ah, don’t give me that angry look,” Jubei sneered, sheathing his sword. “Is this any way to greet your big brother?”

“Why would you go to such lengths?” Samon said, trying to keep his voice calm and steady but hearing it waver all the same. He was both seething with anger that his own brother would resort to using one of their clan’s shinobi to trap him like this, and utterly terrified at what Jubei had planned, now that a fair duel seemed out of the question. “I know you don’t believe I’m better with the sword, or that you need to resort to dirty tricks to kill me.”

Jubei shrugged. “I’m not allowed to kill you, so what need is there for a duel?”

Samon couldn’t hide his confusion as he studied his brother’s face for anything that might give away a hint of what would happen next. Of all the scenarios he had considered over the past two days (and there had been many), he hadn’t considered a single one that did not involve his own death, unless he’d somehow be able to best Jubei in a duel.

After all, what easier way was there to solve his father’s dilemma: If the youngest son presented a danger to both the Shogun and the Yagyu, then disposing of the youngest son would fix the issue, since merely sending him away had not. And although understanding the reasoning gave him little comfort, it was at least a thought process Samon could follow and he’d prepared, in his own way, for this worst-case scenario.

But this, whatever this was, loomed dark and foreboding in its uncertainty.

“If you aren’t here to kill me,” Samon asked tentatively, “then why are you here?”

The rain had started to let up by now and Jubei smoothed back some of the soggy strands of hair clinging to his face as he stepped onto the porch, leaving muddy footprints in his wake.

Looking around the yard as if he were studying its features, the large rocks and manicured shrubs, he explained: “Father sent me to ensure you’re no threat to our family due to your …” A sarcastic chuckle interrupted his sentence. “…intimate friendship with our Shogun. But, for reasons that are a mystery to me, he doesn’t want you dead. He wants to keep you around.” A shrug. “Your mother is his favorite mistress, after all, so perhaps he’s feeling some kind of attachment. Perhaps she begged him for your life. Who the fuck knows.”

He turned to face Samon. “At any rate, he doesn’t want you dead. But he does want me to ensure that you won’t be seeing our Shogun again and that the stipend and title, with which he tried to return you to Edo so desperately, are rendered irrelevant.”

Although Jubei’s tone was light and dismissive, Samon could detect the undertone of anger, which he supposed originated in his brother’s disappointment at having to miss out on a long hoped-for duel, and he worried this might spell disaster because Jubei had a terrible temper – always had, even when they were both still children – which showed itself in a sadistic side. Jubei truly was their father’s son in that regard.

“So, here I am.” The elder brother continued, spreading his arms wide to indicate the mansion and gardens around them, irritation plain on his face. “An errand boy sent to do father’s bidding, sneaking around the Yagyu valley like a thief. And why? Because my little brother can’t be entrusted with simply doing his job as fencing instructor. No, you just had to spread your cheeks for the Shogun like a cheap whore, caring nothing about rank or position. You truly are an embarrassment.”

He leaned in close, breath warm against Samon’s face, and, with a smirk that exposed his pointy canine teeth, he produced a small dagger from within his belt.

“It’s not death, sorry, but I promise it will hurt a lot.”

As if on cue, the man behind Samon grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him flat onto his back, tied arms trapped awkwardly beneath his body so that the boney parts of his wrists and elbows ground painfully into the unforgiving wood of the floorboards.

For a moment, their eyes met and Samon recognized the shinobi as Genjiro’s son, Taro, whom he had known since childhood. He felt betrayed that someone he’d once counted as a friend would do this to him, and at the same time realized what a ridiculous sentiment this was, considering Taro was in service to Munenori, just as his father Genjiro had been before him, and any friendship that might have existed between the two boys as children did not extent to their respective positions in adulthood.

Taro placed his hands on either side of Samon’s face to hold his head steady, and Jubei lowered himself over his brother, knees to either side of his ribcage, and leaned forward to look closely at his face.

Samon lay still and quiet, knowing there was no point in struggling now and having resigned himself despondently to whatever was going to happen next.

He couldn’t think of any other course of action to take; his whole life had been one of doing as he was told, no matter if the orders came from his father, his elder brother, or the Shogun. If His Excellency asked for a duel, Samon would let him win. If his father wanted to use him as a pawn in some political scheme, he would hold his breath and wait for it to be over, regardless of the sacrifices he had to make.

Once, he'd told Iemitsu that he didn’t fear death because he was dead already, though that had been a bit of a lie. He feared death. He just knew that his life had never belonged to himself in the first place.

Jubei studied his younger brother’s face, droplets of water dripping down from his hair and rolling off Samon’s cheeks as he leaned in close.

“Get a good look, little brother,” he said, his pale brown eyes searching Samon’s, which looked at him through long lashes. “I’ll be the last person you’ll ever see.”

He touched the side of his brother’s face gently, calloused fingers against smooth, pale skin, then brought his hand up to force open Samon’s right eye. With a flash of steel caught briefly by the moon’s brightness, he flipped the small knife, holding it as one might hold a writing brush.

Samon took a sharp breath in, reflexively trying to wrench his head from Taro’s grip to no avail.

Jubei paused, clearly savoring his younger brother’s expression of terror, of the pupils widening at the sight of the sharp blade, and then he brought the knife down to carefully, surgically, lift the eye from its socket and cut its attachments, all in one swift motion not entirely unlike shucking an oyster.

Samon bit down on his lip to keep from screaming as he felt the warmth of his own blood spill from his eye socket, but his body stiffened and he couldn’t keep his breath from quickening, coming in harsh gasps no matter how hard he tried to control himself to deny Jubei the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. He felt betrayed by his own body when he realized he couldn’t even keep himself from spilling tears.

Jubei noticed, of course. He switched the knife to his left hand and cupped Samon’s cheek with his right, wearing an expression of satisfaction that made Samon feel utterly nauseous.

“How sweet,” Jubei said, his voice soft. “Actual tears.” He used his thumb to wipe them, then licked it as if savoring the salty taste.

“Do you suppose a person can still cry if they don’t have any eyes,” he wondered aloud, not expecting an answer, as he switched the knife back to his right and turned it on his brother once more.

His sarcastic smile was the last thing Samon saw before his world went dark and blood spilled across the other half of his face. He clenched his teeth so hard he was afraid they would break from the strain, but anything was better than giving Jubei the joy of hearing him scream. Even so, he couldn’t suppress a whimper in his agony, and his body, which he’d tried so hard to control even through the pain, was shaking now, shivering as if with cold, and he could do nothing to stop it.

Jubei sat back on his heels, wiping his hands and the small blade on his black tattsuke bakama before reaching into his sleeve and producing a small square piece of silk, which he spread across his palm, carefully placing the two eyeballs on it.

He studied the now lifeless dark brown irises, pupils gaping black in their centers, and seemed amused by the bits of optical nerve still attached to the back, which flopped limply like dead fish as he turned the globes between his fingers.

He stood up and stepped away, engrossed in playing with his trophies. Distractedly, he ordered Taro to wipe up the bloody mess lest it should stain the floorboards of the family home.

Taro helped Samon sit up and began gently wiping his face with a tenugui, whispering quietly so that Jubei would not overhear: “Please bear with it just a little longer, wakasama. I have prepared something for the pain and will give it to you as soon as your brother leaves.”

After a few minutes, Jubei wrapped the eyes with the cloth and tucked them into a pouch for safekeeping. Then he turned and said, almost as if to himself, “Our dear Shogun has always been so attracted to your dark eyes and those pretty lashes.” Every word was dripping with disdain. “I don’t suppose he would find you as attractive now, were he to lay eyes on you.”

You think him so shallow, Samon thought, but he couldn’t help wondering how Iemitsu would react if he saw him like this. After all, he had so often praised Samon for his appearance, just as Jubei said. He tried to shake the thought from his mind.

“Ah, but don’t worry, little brother,” said Jubei, watching him carefully. “You needn't be concerned that he’ll see you again. After all, these lovely little eyeballs I’ll be taking back to Edo…” He jiggled the pouch in his hand, even though his brother obviously couldn’t see it. “… these will serve as proof that you’ve lost your mind being separated from your lover for such a long time. He’ll want nothing to do with a madman who’s gauged out his own eyes, I suppose.”

So, that was the story father was planning to fabricate.

It was brilliant, in a way. Keeping Samon sequestered in the Yagyu valley had not done the trick. Instead, it had served only to embarrass Munenori, making him the subject of gossip around Edo castle once his son had been awarded that ridiculous stipend.

This, on the other hand, would solve the problem: once rumors that Samon had taken leave of his senses and disfigured himself to such an extent would begin circulating around the city, as assuredly they would with Jubei’s help, Munenori could rest safe in the knowledge that the Shogun would at last heed his advisors’ words and sever all ties with his former lover.

Surely, it would be a bit of an embarrassment to the Yagyu, but since Samon was only a third son and the child of a mistress, the outrage would certainly be brief. And the masses would love it: a story of a former lover driven to despair by their separation. It was the kind of gossip that kept the city going.

“Of course,” Jubei said, turning back from the end of the porch. “Our poor shogun will have to find himself a new wakashu on whom to dote his affections now. Though I doubt that will be much of a problem. The city is literally teeming with capable young samurai and since His Excellency certainly doesn’t hold his lovers to particularly high standards, as we’ve seen with you, perhaps he will find himself a whole harem of pretty, young, disposable boys to suit his fancies now. Don’t you think, brother? He might fill his whole Ooku with young men.”

“You’ve no right to mock Uesama,” Samon said through gritted teeth. “You’ve done what you came here to do. What reason is there for you to stand here and mock him.”

Jubei chuckled. “Oh, but it’s so much fun seeing you all riled up. I suppose the sex must have been quite something for you to become so utterly attached. It’s very sweet.”

He crossed back to Samon in a few swift steps, grabbed his brother by the chin, and slammed him backwards into the floorboards so hard Samon saw stars and, for a minute, thought he was going to pass out.

Jubei pulled him back into a sitting position by the front of his clothing, his younger brother too dazed from the sudden assault to resist. “But here you are still thinking you can talk back to me. You just don’t learn, do you? Your job – your only job – is to shut the fuck up and do as you’re fucking told.”

He grasped Samon’s chin and forced his rough fingers, callused from a lifetime of sword training, into his brother’s mouth, forcing it open.

“Don’t even think about biting me,” he warned as he pinched his tongue between two fingers and pulled it forward. “You’ll want to hold nice and still so I can make a straight cut. If you fight me … well, I might just rip it out instead. Your choice.”

He unsheathed his little knife again and sliced through his brother’s tongue, severing it just forward of its base. Then he pushed Samon back down, gave him a kick for good measure, and cast the severed tongue into the yard.

“We’ll have no more talking back now, will we?” he asked calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

Turning to Taro, he added, “I think I’ll find a servant to heat the bath for me. Get this cleaned up. Once dawn breaks, have someone fetch the doctor. And don’t even think about untying him.”

“Yes, master Jubei.” Taro shifted nervously, watching Jubei disappear around the corner toward the main part of the house, then looked down at Samon who lay on his side in a puddle of his own blood, his body shaking from pain and blood loss.

“I am so sorry,” Taro said quietly. “Please don’t bear me a grudge, wakasama. These things are out of my control.”

Of course, they are. Just as they are out of my control as well.

Samon pulled his legs up, curling into himself, and pressed his head against the smooth wood of the floorboards. If there was only something he could do to make the pain stop. The coppery taste and smell of his own blood were so overwhelming in his nose and mouth they made him retch and he just wanted this to be over.

He lifted his head and slammed it into the floorboards.

He would never have been truly happy sequestered away in the Yagyu Valley, but only a handful of days ago, before the message of his appointment and stipend had reached him, he’d believed that he could at least be content to carve out a small life of his own here.

He’d considered opening a school to teach commoners’ children to read and write, just as his uncle Toshikatsu, his father’s eldest brother, had done after he was injured in battle and no longer able to fulfill his obligations to his lord. Perhaps he might even have taken up teaching the sword in the family dojo or build a fencing hall of his own and teach anyone interested in learning.

But now, even the hope for a simple life had been taken from him.

He slammed his head into the floorboards a second time. And again. Perhaps he could at least succeed in ending his life on this night. Not to spite Jubei, though he had no doubt that his father would see it that way, but to end the misery he was enduring.

But when he tried to hit his head into the floor again, Taro pulled him upright and wrapped his arms around his body, stopping him from continuing.

“Wakasama, please, calm yourself.”

Almost reflexively, Samon smashed his head backward into Taro’s face, hearing the crunch of his skull against the other’s nose. It was to Taro’s great credit that he didn’t curse out loud, but he brought one of his hands up and held Samon’s head back, restraining him from doing anything else.

“Please, wakasama,” he said again. “Calm down so I can see to your wounds. Your life should not end tonight. Don’t give them that satisfaction.”

Samon supposed “them” meant his brother and father, but he cared little whether they were or were not satisfied. He was tired of being a pawn in their political games, tired of being powerless against the forces that controlled his life. But he knew there was nothing he could do and he was tired, so very tired, of continuing down this path that was being laid out for him.

He felt Taro’s fingers on his mouth, a sudden cool touch against lips slippery with blood, and a small round object was placed in his mouth, the finger gently pushing it to the back of what remained of his tongue.

“Please swallow this,” Taro said. “It will take away the pain.”

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[gintamayorozuya]

GINTAMA 201

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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[shiiroyashas]

thinking about how shouyou said "you can't grow stronger with simply copying my moves" and years later the head of yagyuu clan said "you have your own sword style, don't you?"

[ukaiknowsbest]

PART 1. GINTAMA IN HISTORICAL CONTEXT

Before I start let me warn you that everything below is my own opinion and come from some research that I have done. My main references are Wikipedia and the historical youtube channels: Let's Ask Shogo, and Linfamy. I am but an armchair historian who's just started dipping their toes in the fascinating and chaotic history of Japan. Take everything I say with a grain of salt. To be honest I'm just copying information I find on the internet and creating arguments which will hopefully make sense.

In this essay, I delve into the historical context behind Edo in Gintama world and where Sakata Gintoki seem to fit in the social order.

This is the first of three part series of essays.

PART 2 SHIMURA FAMILY IN HISTORICAL CONTEXT

PART 3 MARTIAL SKILLS OF TAE SHIMURA

Read at your own risk.

Gintama is a weird hybrid mix of

Late Edo Period / Late Tokugawa Shogunate Period (18th-19th century

Bakumatsu Period (1853-1867): Decline and Downfall of the Tokugawa Shogunate when Japan ended its isolationist foreign policy known as sakoku and changed from a feudal Tokugawa shogunate to the modern empire of the Meiji government. The major ideological-political divide during this period was between the pro-imperial nationalists called ishin shishi and the shogunate forces, which included the elite shinsengumi swordsmen.

Meiji Restoration policies (1868-1912) specifically the dissolution of the shogunate and samurai class and decline of traditional martial arts in favor of western warfare.

Post WW2 japanese economic miracle (1946-1954) - seen in the rapid increase in trade and commerce brought upon by foreign investors.

Early 2000's - because they had flipphones with SMS and computers, etc

Space Travel and Interstellar transportation.

Social classes in the Edo Period/Tokugawa Shogunate were divided into 4 (or 6) stratas.

A. FIGUREHEAD/ NOMINAL RULING COURT

Emperor

Court Nobility

B. MILITARY LEADER AND ACTUAL RULING CLASS

Shogun - Shigeshige, Sadasada

Daimyo (feudal lord) - subdivided into 3 classes (shinpan, fudai, tozama)

Nobunobu (heir to shogun because he came from one of the shinpan daimyos),

Matsudaira Katakuriko (based from Matsudaira Katamori who was shinpan daimyo of Aizu),

Yagyuu Koshinori (based from Yagyu Tajima no Munenori, the minor fudai daimyo of Nara)

All daimyos and their families were required by law to reside in Edo. Top Daimyos in particular lived in Edo for one year and in their provincial dominion in the next year. They made the cumbersome travel from edo and their provincial domain in alternate years which is very annoying and expensive. This was one the methods how the shogunate kept the peace. Keeping the daimyos' wives and children in the capital as hostages in their estates meant that they won't become too powerful in the provinces.

Samurai

further subdivided depending on their salary (koku stipend). Many worked as retainers for the daimyos and their clans- ex. Shimura, Takasugi, Katsura, Hijikata, Kondou, Hattori, Toujo and the other top samurais of Yagyuu clan.

became civil servants and bureaucrats - Hasegawa

Special Samurai that were direct vassals of shogun were called Hatamoto - in late Edo period, all top Shinsengumi officials became Hatamoto samurai.

Accdg to Gintama world, only the samurai/bakufu officials were allowed to bear swords. The 10-20 years of struggle between shogunate and Joui rebel factions deemed samurai too dangerous. Dojos closed down because there was no use for kenjutsu anymore and samurai became scarce.

In reality, Edo period/Tokugawa Shogunate had very strict gun laws. Peasants/merchants were only allowed guns for hunting and pest control. Samurais were allowed firearms though. Aside from possessing firearms, only samurais were allowed the distinction of carrying two swords: katana and wakizashi on their person at all times.

During the Meiji restoration, the shogunate and samurai class were dissolved and a national army based on western warfare was established. Jutsu or martial arts fell into decline as an unpopular reminder of the past. To prevent the various martial art cultures from being lost completely, they were converted into "Do" (meaning 'The Way'), focusing more on following perfection in mind and self rather than for purely militaristic self-defense or attack. Hence many Jutsu schools became Dojo ("place for the Way").

C. PEASANTS

meaning farmers, etc.

Samurai who did not want to be retainers became peasants. This social class lived in the daimyos' rural provinces and is the main source of tax (rice). This class became wealthy and powerful in the Late Edo Period.

D. CRAFTSMENT/ARTISANS - provided weapons and supplies to the shogunate. Ex. Gengai, Tetsuko the Blacksmith

E. MERCHANTS Tatsuma, Ikumatsu, Okita Mitsuba's fiance, family of Hasegawa's wife, Otose (?)

Merchants were considered the lowest in the social class because they handled money. However In later half of Edo period, farmers and merchant classes became very rich due to trade. Compared to Samurai class who had to strictly adhere to buddhist and neo-confuncian teachings of frugality and disdain for wealth, the fact that farmers and merchants handled products and money daily, gave them a bit more freedom. These families became so powerful while many of lower ranked samurais lived in poverty. By the way irl Edo period, merchants and peasants can wield bladed weapons shorter than a katana. Wakizashis and Tantos were popular for self defense!

6. OUTSIDE SOCIAL CLASSES - had professions that were considered taboo by Buddhism. These lower classes were only allowed in special quarters of the city and have to wear specific types of clothing.

Eta - "Dirty" coz they handled blood and death (ex. butchers, tanners, undertakers)

Hinin - "not even human" coz they cleaned up human waste (ex. town guards, street cleaners, executioners)

others - considered the lowest social class and are only allowed in specific quarters of the urban areas (ex. beggars, entertainers, prostitutes) - Hinowa, Tsukuyo, etc.

many of these outside social classes will later evolve into the burakumin, a heavily marginalized "caste" of japanese society which still exist to this day.

ABOUT EDO AND GINTAMA'S VERSION OF IT

Only the peasants/farmers lived in the rural areas. Samurai, craftsmen and merchants lived in the urban centers that were built around daimyo castles, each restricted to their own quarter.

I believe this is why Edo was the setting for Gintama. The place was the seat of military and economic power for the shogunate. As mentioned, all the daimyos lived in the area as well as their top retainers. This is why the Shigeshige, Matsudaira, Yagyuu and Hattori leaders were all found in one place.

In Gintama we can also see why many characters lived in Special wards like Kabukichou and Yoshiwara. Crafters, merchants, entertainers, businessmen for Kabukichou and the prostitutes are in Yoshiwara.

SAKATA GINTOKI

In reality, Sakata Gintoki would be considered a (1) beggar as a kid, gained prestige as a powerful (2) ronin or runaway samurai as a teenager (see notes) and then became a (3) merchant class as an adult. He was an orphan with dubious origins and he obtained education and kenjutsu training smh from a terakoya/temple school. Temple schools were more commonly attended by peasant and merchant families. Landless samurais like Shoyo and Kondou's monkey master usually taught in these.

Gintoki was really technically not allowed to bear a katana in public if we were talking in historical terms. Him carrying a bokuto is fine both in context of the show and in reality though, since he's basically still a fugitive and shouldn't draw attention of the bakufu to himself.

NOTES:

I didn't expect this to be a historical infodump but here we are. I learned a lot though. I never had that much interest in Edo Period / Meiji restoration before but I needed to research for this.

Sorachi says Gintoki is a real samurai, so maybe there may have been a retainer clan that went by that surname and only gintoki survived. HOWEVER Gintoki never served under any daimyo/feudal lord so he cannot be a samurai by law, therefore he cannot be ronin either. Idk. In gintama, everyone can be their own samurai if they have bushido in their heart lol.

READ NEXT:

PART 2 SHIMURA FAMILY IN HISTORICAL CONTEXT PART 3 MARTIAL SKILLS OF TAE SHIMURA

[theoceanthatdrownthemoon-chaldea]

With Taira no Kagekiyo, a new trait is introduced. 'Genji' is another name for the Minamoto clan. Members of the clan and their retainers have Genji trait. Tomoe has the trait through being a general for a Minamoto. Yagyuu served the Tokugawa clan which is a branch of Minamoto clan (Seiwa-Genji) so he is one too. For the 4th wall breaking aspect, having Muramasa in your Chaldea may actually curse your chance to get Taira no Kagekiyo since the host is a Minamoto. Muramasa is anti-Tokugawa and could be counted as anti-Minamoto due to the two clans' relation. At least my friend got hit with that 4th wall karmic curse. He already leveled up the guy so I doubt he would burn Muramasa to get Yoshitsune even when he's crazy about her and apathetic toward him. It'd be interesting if they really did tweak the number to reflect that karmic bond. Maybe not by the developers but by some unseen force.

Anyway, I still hate Muramasa and his host. Don't @ me to talk about his personality or ideal.

[razberryyum]

A Gintama episode a day keeps the ending away...Episode 77

Episode Title: Yesterday's Enemy, After All Is Said And Done, Is Still The Enemy

MY 20 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN EPISODE 77 (manga chaps 112, 113 and 114):

So much OkiKagu goodness...I swoon from the abundance of cuteness....

1) The little kitty was just such a perfect touch.

2) How adorable was Okita, imitating Hijikata??  

3) Sweet Shinpachi sloppy crying as he talked about how much he loved Tae-chan.

4) My eyes well up with tears EVERY SINGLE TIME I get to this scene! Love this family so much...the whole extended bunch of them.

5) Loved how Kondou was trying to slip in a bro-in-law honorific...even though Shinpachi was having none of it.

6) These goofballs reminded me of our Joui goofballs...except our Joui boys are much better looking.

7) Best horrible joke ever...

8) ...which naturally deserved the best and most reasonable response ever.

9) Hijikata and Kagura’s one-two punch at Sougo. I especially loved Kagura’s gleeful expression while she chanted his murder. 

10) Bless the anime team for adding in this precious reaction shot (and having my two OTPs stand next to each other...technically all three of my main OTPs are represented since Kondou and Pachi-kun are future bro-in-laws).

11) I love Kondou but he can be such a big idiot sometimes. No one with two brain cells to rub together would put that plate on their team leader in such an obvious and vulnerable spot.

12) I love Kagura but she can be such a big CUTIE ALL THE DAMN TIME.

13) I debated for a few minutes even including this, since it is most definitely NOT a favorite moment, but it was so memorably disgusting, I had to honor it somehow. Vomit.

14) Sougo straight up laying claim to Kagura. 

15) THE PRINCE.

16) I love this scene so much, I think I devoted my life to OkiKagu because of it.

17) !!!!!!!!!!

18) First time I saw this, I am positive I screamed “NOOOO HIS FACE!!!!”.

19) Again, more screaming about Sougo’s beautiful face being ruined. Kagura’s brutal. But that’s why she’s THE QUEEN.

20) I didn’t properly pay tribute to the BEAUTIFUL new ending credits for this arc last night because I’m obviously brain damaged so I thought I’d make up for it tonight. Lots of nekkidness but these were of course my favorite.

SHIPS TALLY:

Okita x Kagura: might as well title this episode OkiKagu Maximum.

Gintoki x Hijikata: Gin-chan entrusted Toshi with his precious plate! How freaking sweet was that????

Kondou x Otae: naturally since Kondou was totally there to get back his gal (who doesn’t want him...yet).

Shinpachi x Otae: even he acknowledges his own siscon-ness so who am I to ignore it?

Gintoki x Okita: wonder what they did when they went off together.

Gintoki x Kagura: she was very concerned about Gin-chan.

Hijikata x Okita: Sougo’s faith in Hijikata’s victory was touching.

Kyuubei x Otae: they didn’t have any scenes together but since Tae-chan was basically learning to be a proper Yagyuu clan wife, they were technically one step away from being canon.

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just completely unbelievably amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s immense generosity that I am able enjoy Gintama on an extra another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

3/18/2019

[runawaykotaro]

kyuutae

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TASTE, ANON:

Gives nose/forehead kisses:TAE!! She’s taller than kyuubei so their forehead is perfectly within reach + both her and kyuubei are easily flustered by romantic gestures, and forehead kisses are less direct than just kissing

Gets jealous the most: Kyuubei because that’s canon

Takes care of on sick days: They both do!! But Kyuubei takes it REALLY seriously. They don’t have a lot of practice with it though, being the heir to the yagyuu clan, so their attempts are more than a little clumsy though (Not to say that Tae is particularly like. Good at it either. She’s had more practice from taking care of Shinpachi, but any advantage gained by experience is counterbalanced by the sickness prolonging effect of her cooking)

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Tae!!

Brings the other lunch at work: Less ‘lunch’ since Tae works at night, but kyuubei will come to visit her and buy something for the two of them so that Tae can have a break from entertaining customers while still getting her hours in

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Tae is the more energetic drunk, so she’s the one who pulls kyuubei up to dance. Kyuubei mostly gets confused when they’re drunk so they’ll just kind of . Stumble after Tae

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Kyuubei!! But they always want to go as princess and knight.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Kyuubei again!! They go shopping during the holidays and they just find So Many things that remind them of Tae, or that Tae mentioned she might need, or whatever, and while Kyuubei IS a responsible shopper, they DO usually end up buying more for her than they planned to

Makes the other eat breakfast: Kyuubei. Tae’s black matter might have been endearing at first but Kyuubei got over the honeymoon stage and realized that they couldn’t survive very long eating it

Remembers anniversaries: They both remember the important ones (birthdays, first date, when they became official, etc.) Kyuubei is more likely to go all out celebrating them, but Tae remembers more of the small ones (Today is the anniversary of when you took me to see the fireworks, and when you were lighting your sparkler you accidentally set Gin-san’s kimono on fire)

Brings up having kids first: Tae :’)

Kills the bugs: Another both. They also both tend to overreact. Kyuubei WILL use their sword and Tae is NOT afraid to break furniture if necessary

First to define them as a couple: Tae! Which was really important to Kyuubei. After the Yagyuu fiasco, they really didn’t want to feel like they were forcing Tae into a relationship, so they held off on asking her out or pushing for a romantic development (also because of their issues processing their gender/sexuality and related insecurities) so when Tae introduced them as her partner Kyuubei nearly started crying

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: I think they’re both actually pretty shy about telling each other what they want so this one is a toss up as well

Snorts while laughing: Kyuubei :’)

[gintama-polls]

Gintama Episode Tourney

Episode 77, "Yesterday's Enemy, After All Is Said And Done, Is Still The Enemy" Shinpachi and his friends raid the Yagyuu clan dojo to get Tae back. The second episode of the Yagyuu Arc.

Episode 273, "When Compared to Time in Heaven, Fifty Years of Human Life Resembles Nothing but Dreams and Lottery Tickets" Hijikata is given a lottery ticket that turns out to be the grand prize winner.

[voodoodaddyy]

i love Otsu 😭💖 i knew there was a reason I loved her Yagyuu clan self

[lunosamentelunitoo]

Gintama 628 translation

TITLE: When you are not able to open the lid of your jam. try to seize it with a gum glover”

RAWS: https://www.spoiler.net/spoiler/gz.1-gintama-chapter-628

Kagura: ...

Shinpachi: Whatching at this is still so amazing, every one fought together.

“Kabuki cho 4 devas”

Otose: So in short.. the liberation army will probaly come back in a day or two, this town has a little of peace for now.

“Shinsengumi”

Kondo: We got separetad by the bakufu’s army in space and lost every means of communications with them, but this happened with their army too, so rearrenging will be hard even for a big troupe. 

Toshi: The rest of the bakufu’s army went after the ones that escaped and got scattered. But now we don’t know the situation of our army, and we don’t know how to do an offence attack.

Okita: While the situation here, it will be hard to guarantee an attack even against a lone army, maybe if we attack their supplies the enemy will crumble. 

“Onibanwhashu”

Sacchan: We have to jump in? We could proceed making a massacre, but we thought our aim was t ostop all of that and make an armistice.

Zenzou; We still don’t know how many enemies we chased away but.. we still don’t have a confirmation, but it seems that there is still a mercanary army around. 

“Yagyuu clan”

Binbokusai: We didn’t forget that, this victory is been a miracle, and we paid a big price for it, this is both like to wish fo sometihng, that lose something

“Yoshiwara guards Hyakka”

Tsukuyo: We didn’t won this fight. We just stopped this war for a while, would’t the liberation army go to seek for some aid too? 

“Onmyoji clans Ketsuno, Shirino”

Seimei: This is like being captured, while riding a boat on a stream, it will seem easy to escape, but there will be still a change of another tree blocking us. Our job is done, but anyway our visit was not the last chance of victory

Ketsuno ana: Brother! but the war...

Seimei: If we consider it now, we only had useless lost and sacrificies.

Shinsengumi: But the risks are the same, bith if we stop or begin a war! A resolution is needed! We have to fight!

Onmyouji: No, we done.

Gedomaru: .... And what about you Yorozuya? Do you wantto ride this chance and atack the enemy? Or you want to come back to set things up? We need your opinion

“Yorozuya”

Kagura: SOme curry will be ok, thanks

Shinpachi: They weren’t talking about meals, Kagura chan... we don’t get a lot from this difficukt matters but.. If i have to be honest, even if we all fell donw somehow, there is nothing to be scared, but all of this is kinda inspirational... to see so much people fighting together for Edo, for the Earth, for the place they were born.. I’m so..sorry, maybe isn’t that you wanted to hear, I am so sorry. 

Gintoki: It’s not like that, it’s more like all the humanity gathered for the same goal or something, and how we will fall, it’s only a trivial matter. So if you have so much time to spare, we could just decide playong Jaken. You bastards had hear what i said? It’s time to reibult things, the enemy is still around we are still in the middle of all. do you want get in in the EVA?

“All purpose demon model decisive battle weapon: EVANDOROGON”

Gintoki: What’s up guys? I made any sort of preparation to take the sync ration at its max, when will be ready to go?

Shinpachi: What I am looking at? This is far beyong the drama clichè, what the hell is a Eva? What the hell... what are you doing?

Gintoki: Yorozuya san you already gave your opinion.

Shinpachi : You ar part of the yorozuya too..

Gintoki: Eva, is this the right way to ride you? Do you prefer to be on stand by? What do you think? Do you like it?

Shinpachi: Before one knows, he is been elected as the chosen one for the Eva...

Gintoki: Eva what do you think? Oi Eva...

Hedoro: ....

Gintoki: Ehm... Hedoro san?

Hedoro: Eh? Me? I think i can go, but..

Shinpachi: EH??? He don’t know he is been turned into a EVA???

Toshi: Kondo san... what do we do? I think it’s to early tho...

Kondo: Yeah,,, me to

Sacchan: He said to go, butt I think it is still not the time.. isn’t Tsukki?

Tsukuyo: Yeah, same.

Jirocho: Entrust it to the youth my ass...

Otose: You don’t like the EVA?

Dudes: Eva or not.. or well, how did he said? Nova? 

Dudes: He said EVA

Shinpachi: Everyone has no clues!! You kicked in too early!! I thought everyone but me already knew 

Toshi: me too

Gintoki.You didn’t know? I thought you did...

Shinpachi: How we can if you don’t give us explanations??

Gintoki: There is nothing to explain, this is just a EVA, Hedoro was extraordinary enought to destroy the liberation army but he perished 7 times, so he is now becoming a Eva.

Shinpachi: Do we need an epser to understand??? We got nothing!! It is just getting even more complicated!!

Gintoki: The point is... inside Hedoro san there is a devil that wants to destroy the world, and Hedoro san wants to stop it and protect the world. But I that already seen the hell, came to rescue the world, and used this power to save the world from ruin. I will just use the power of Hedoro, and use it against the liberation army. Mankind’s greatest enemy will become its messiah. This is the essence of the  All purpose demon model decisive battle weapon: EVANDOROGON

Shinpachii: Say what you want, but you just created a monster!!

Gintoki: It’s ok! Above all errors, I disocvered how to roperly use the poewrof this angel and demon. I have just manupulate at my will this 2 flowers. So now i will rty to do some tsukkomi, you just be the boke.

Shinpachi: That was so sudden!! And the tsukkomi is me!!

Hedora: What are you doing?’ I will destroy you mankind!

Shinpachi: Hahahahah!!

Gintoki: So this way.. if you move the right level, the demon of destruction Hedora will appear. Te main tsukkomi to do is that he can't even open the lid frm the jam’s jar.

Shinpachi: What kond of use of his power is that?? Are you doing tsukkomi to the mankind? he still didn’t gave up to destroy us! That’s too dangerous!!

Gintoki: While the left level is...

Hedoro: Shinpachi kun didn’t you get injutried? I am so sorry, hedora is so  rude.

Shinpachi: He.. hedoro san

Hedoro: Pay more attention!! there is a poor bug here!!!

Shinpachi: It’s still the same!!

Gintoki: So depending on the situation, you can use both the power of the angel and the one of the devil. and this is the whole plan of how protect mankind.

Hedoro: Thank god he seems to be ok!

Shinpachi: he is still a devil, don’t matter how you look at him, but he seems to got it wrong and took out the perfect plan to protect bugs!

Hedora: What are you doing?’ Mankind I will destroy you!!

Shinpachi: I was tsukkomed by the tsukkomi!!

Gintoki: Tha’ts whyyou got it wrong and said something stupid, you just be a boke. you just don’t said stupid hings, you look like an idiot too, go, let’s tsukkomi!!

Shinpachi: That’s bad!! there is a devil riding a devil!!

Kondo: Wait Yorozuya! That’s too dangerous! That thing is nor a tsukkomi nor a boke. Let mankind be its own tsukkomi. At this rate this tsukkomi will not attack only the liberation army, but you too.

Gintoki: But yet.. yet.. we can’t go on being a tsukkomi. we can't laught to our downfall.. until this stupid heart will be stopped..

Kondo: So I will take the tsukkomi!!

Gintoki: But you are in my way..

Kondo Go!!

Gintoki: Move

Kondo ; Do it!!

Hedoro: You can’t tsukkomi, you are not even human, but just a troglodyte

Kondo; Go.. do it . give me some tsukkomi!!

Hedoro: py some attention!! there is cockroach here!!

All: He fell for the tsukkomi!!

Otae: You not a demon, but maybe you are a god, Ginsan would never go to rest if not for something like that, so go to rest for today, even th gods needs some rest. So don’t worry Hedoro. the one to be sorry should be this idiot that started to play robot with others.

Hedoro: I am so sorry, for me both Sakata san and cockroaches are important friends on this planet.

Gin: Otae chan, so my life have the same value of a cockraoch, this god is not cute at all.

Otae: Well. be strong! You can’t be less than that cockroach, right?

Hedora: What are you doing?’ Mankind I will destroy you!!

Gin: Ho w can i got stronger like that?? Leave those leaves alone!!

Shinpachi: But you really should rest Ginsan.

Gin: You should say that to your sister.

Shinpachi: The was will surely continue from tomorrow, if yu consider it, the only thing you did, since came back to Edo is being fighting. And that goes on since Rakuyou, and Kurosjyoushima.. you just barely fought. I just a sensation,but i feel like we kept running and now i just feel so tired.

Gin: Yes, you always been with me.YOu had be really usefull, and worked for free. You did a great job, This unworthy president, is really a useless adult and you two became so strong.

Otae: They took all the futon, and that was really a rere thing to heard from you.

Gin: There is still a lot to come, both for them and for me.

Okita: Hijikata san, why we are the only one to not rest, we could rest, and tomorrow work on some plan against the liberation army.

Toshi: I hate the idea of sleeping while the world is on the verge of destruction, so let’s enjoy this corrupt world by ourself

Otae: Don’t you know? you can enjoy  this dark times even sleeping, usually birth rate rise when there are blackouts.

Gin: Even with Edo in ruins you want to rise birthrate??

Sacchan:buhaa

Toshi: this is what i was looking for

Okita: eh a girlfriend like that?

Toshi: No!! the man that caused this blackout stopping all the machines! Hiraga Genkai, In order to stop  any comminication between the enemy’s fleets, he created a virus and spreaded it with this cannon, but now we are in the same situation and cant’t communicate with our allies in space!

“I gave you some nourishment while youare asleep, get well: Gedomarou”

Toshi: Genkai have probaly take some measures to fix it

Dude: The old Genkai? I didn’t saw him in a while. If I remember right, the mercenary army wanted to capture him, but I saw him running away , other than that i don’t know.

An other dude: He? Genkai san? I dunno I run away with the others. Prob he had some business to do and got separetad, he will surely be back.

Some other dude: Eh Genkai? Wasn’t he shouthing something like going under cover with paper.. I don’t know who , but I heard some faint voice near that wall, he said something like god* help me, but i was too afraid to get closer.

*God in japanese is kami, that has the same sounds as paper. so the dude heard kami, believing that Genkai were asking help to god, but he were just asking for some (toilet) paper 

Toshi: I am sorry to interrupt you in a moment like this, but I have a request for you.. Genkai?

Yato: So the one that putted down the liberation army is this old fart, So genkai, why are you here? But it doesn’t matter anymore.

Genkai: Well, I just finished, at least make me cover my ass.