Maybe a Fake Gintama

"Hey, how did you escape again? This isn't your Chinese restaurant..." Gintoki pushed open the door and saw Kawaki flipping through his fridge.

"What does it matter?" Kawaki said without raising his head. Then, he closed the fridge door, "Your fridge is also empty. There's nothing here."

"Yes, yes, this is a place where even thieves wouldn't visit. When thieves come, they have to leave me two hundred and thirty yen. Please leave quickly; I won't send you off." Gintoki said as he pulled Kawaki out of the door.

"Well, it's not easy for Kawaki to come here. Don't drive him away like this. I just bought the ingredients for the hot pot. Let's eat together." Shinpachi said.

"Give up on that dangerous idea of yours, Shinpachi. This guy's stomach is different from our earthly stomach! This idiot's stomach can't be said to be a simple thing like a stomach; it's just like another dimension !" Gintoki said with a stern voice.

"Who is Doraemon!" Kawaki kicked Gintoki away and then made a pose that he thought was cool, "Let me explain it in advance; I am not a cat."

"No one said that you are Doraemon!" Gintoki crawled up and shouted.

"It seems that Kawaki-san is not a cat faction. In that case, Kawaki-san is a dog faction." Shinpachi stretched out a finger and said confidently.

"What the cat faction or the dog faction? Young people nowadays are really narrow-minded. Isn't that right, Gintoki?" Kawaki said as he walked to the living room in Gintoki's house and sat down on the sofa, "Actually, I'm from the panda faction!"

"No, it should be said that it's Europe..." Gintoki continued, but Kawaki did not give Gintoki a chance to finish. He took out a handful of Kunai from the sofa and threw it out, hitting Gintoki in the head.

"Ah, why is there a bunch of kunai here?" Kawaki couldn't help but ask.

"Do you have amnesia? You always escape here every time that crazy woman chased you! Before leaving, she left me a room of kunai! This is Yorozuya! Not a ninja tool shop," Gintoki cursed.

"Who are you calling crazy woman?" Tsukuyo's voice rang out from behind Gintoki, "Also, I'm actually from the Raccoon faction."

"No... no... nothing. Hahahaha..." Hearing this, Gintoki broke out in a cold sweat, "Also, no one asked what faction you are from! Why did the topic go in this direction?"

…

"In that case, Gin-san and Kawaki-san helped Yoshiwara get rid of the Night King in the end," Shinpachi said.

At this time, the five of them sat on the sofa. Gintoki and Shinpachi sat on one side, while Kawaki and Tsukuyo sat on the other side.

[Foreign Voice]: Five people? Aren't there four people? Where is the other person?

"He is just a stinky old man who likes to find trouble for others. He said that he would throw the mess to Gintoki. He received the acting fee and didn't know where to go. I hate this kind of irresponsible person the most, right, Gintoki?" Kawaki shook his head and said.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by throwing it to me? Didn't he throw it to you? Do you still want to run away? Do you want to drag me with you?"

——Dividing Line——

Let's turn the time back to the end of the last chapter.

"All in all, that's what Housen's last words. Now, are the two new lords ready to take over?" Hinowa said to Kawaki and Gintoki with a smile on her wheelchair.

"Lord Night King, I still have something to do. So I'll take my leave first." Kawaki bowed to Gintoki beside him and turned to run away.

"Wait," Gintoki pressed down on Kawaki's shoulder, "Who is Lord Night King? I don't think that the last sentence was directed at me~Kawaki~."

"What are you talking about, Your Excellency Night King,

In the past, didn't you like to go to all kinds of shops every time you suggested going? This is enough to be qualified to be Night King. Don't worry; you can do it well! Come on! Gintoki!" Kawaki looked at Gintoki with a sincere face.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop joking. Shouldn't the Night King be a Yato? I am a real Earthling. Every cell and every hair in my body is Earthling! You can stay as the Night King! There is still an eyeglass in human skin waiting for me! I will go first! Night ~King~SA~MA!" Gintoki's expression was extremely treacherous.

"I told you before. I am neither Yato nor Samurai. I am just a wandering ronin. Moreover, I prefer sunny days. In the past, I liked to bask in the sun the most. I am different from the old man who dies when he is exposed to the sun. Gintoki, you can stay here and enjoy the treatment of the real king of the night!" Kawaki did not give in at all.

"Stop joking! [Leave it to that kid], it doesn't look like it was meant for me! Don't look at me as a handsome boy; in fact, my heart is completely an uncle! "

"I am the same!"

"Kawaki, you are the most suitable person to stay here and be that whatever Night King! Why don't you tell me what your interest is?"

"Of course, it's youth..." Kawaki subconsciously said, but he stopped the car in time, "You bastard, you want to frame me!"

"Look at what I said, right? This place is full of youth girls. Youthful life is waiting for you. Go! Kawaki! No, it's Night King-sama!"

"Hey, you two, if you really don't want to stay. Then pay for the public property you destroyed and the money for the food and drink you have eaten. Yoshiwara is this kind of place, a place where men can leave after paying the money." Tsukuyo said with a cigarette in her mouth. At the same time, she took out a thick stack of bills.

The two of them looked at the number after the summary. There was a long string of zeros that could not be counted. They were dumbfounded. However, they acted as if they did not see it. They continued to tear each other apart. However, this time, the two of them only opened their mouths and did not make a sound. They were so frightened by the long string of zeros that they could not make a sound.

"Don't play dumb. Choose quickly!" Tsukuyo said sternly.

Hearing this, Kawaki and Gintoki immediately sat down.

"That... Can I pay in installments? First, divide it into a thousand years and only need to pay a part of the interest every year for the first hundred years!" Gintoki raised his hand and asked, trembling with fear.

"No!"

"That... Can we implement a night king rotation system? Let Gintoki do it first, and I will take over in the next hundred years." Kawaki raised his hand and asked.

"Well, this..." Tsukuyo lowered her head and began to think.

"Of course not! You bastard! How can you take turns for a hundred years!" Gintoki kicked Kawaki away again.

"No, actually, it is not a hundred years. If you have a son in the future and when your son grows up. You can pass the position to him when your grandson grows up. You can pass the position to your grandson. Just like this, the children and grandchildren are endless." Kawaki got up, shook his head, and closed his eyes at the same time.

"Do you think I'm an idiot who moved mountains! There are endless descendants! Before I have a son, my lower body will retire early!"

"Don't worry about this. We can send you abroad for transformation if you are worried about this. Although it may not be as good as the anti-tank cannon you mentioned, ordinary armor-piercing gun can still do it." Tsukuyo said.

"Hey, hey, did you hear that? Gintoki, it's practically tailor-made for you. I already knew that you weren't satisfied with your [Weapon], right? The armor-piercing gun suits you the moment I heard it. Don't hesitate. Come, sign the contract first!" As he spoke, Kawaki pulled Gintoki's hand and pressed it on an A4 paper that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, hey, I am quite satisfied with my [Weapon]. No matter how long it is, you should be the one who is dissatisfied with your [Weapon], right? Whoever cried after the first time must think that he was too long, right?" Gintoki struggled to hold onto his hand, not letting it press down.

"That's enough! You two!" Tsukuyo jumped up and kicked the two of them away, "How many dirty things do you have to say in front of the two ladies!"

"Actually, that grandfather should have said the last words to Sir Kawaki." Hinowa stretched out a finger and said with a smile.

"Ahahahaha, then I'll be leaving first. Kawaki, Sayōnara! My share of the debt is also handed over to you!" Gintoki instantly disappeared from his original spot, leaving only Kawaki, who was already petrified in place.

"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!"

"Tsukuyo, did you hear the sound of something shattering?" Hinowa looked at Tsukuyo beside her and asked…

——Dividing Line——

"We agreed to take care of my three meals a day. In the end, they have deducted all kinds of food expenses, all of which are lies~," Kawaki said as he picked up the hot pot and food on the table.

"Hey, can you stop your chopsticks? Isn't it enough to have a place to eat three meals a day?! Can you hurry back and eat your three meals a day?! This is my house! My ingredients! Is it really good for you to discuss your own three meals a day in someone else's house?!" Gintoki complained loudly.

"Boy, prepare a Chong Qing hot pot next time. This kind of light hot pot has no taste at all!" Kawaki said to Shinpachi as if he had not heard Gintoki's words.

"Got it, then I'll prepare in advance next time," Shinpachi replied.

"Hey! It doesn't have any taste, and most of it ended up in your stomach?!" Gintoki shouted, "And you! Can you take this idiot back quickly? Why did you eat too? Do you think this is a free canteen?"

"Ah, I can't eat?" Tsukuyo raised her head and asked uncertainly.

"That's right; please bring your Night King-sama back! You are not welcome here!"

"Gin-san, you can't treat your friend like this." Shinpachi raised a finger and shook it.

"Are you an Okasan? Have you forgotten about your main job? Your main job is to complain! Remember, you glasses man!"