Maybe a Fake Gintama

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"Why do you talk about life like it's a hike?! Do you think this kind of talk can help you open up a new era?!" Shinpachi yelled.

"But but... it's just that the hair has become a little shorter, right? It's just that the ends of the hair have become neater, right? It can still be combed! There will always be a way to tie it into a bun!" Gintoki retorted bravely.

After saying that, Ginshi walked towards Maomao cautiously, while rubbing his hands and saying with a smile: "No...I'm sorry, please let me comb your hair again~"

As he spoke, Gintoki gathered the hair that was scattered around into a ball, gritted his teeth, held back his veins and pulled it up vigorously, desperately trying to gather it into a bun again.

"This length is completely unacceptable! Gin-san! It's completely impossible!" Looking at Maomao whose head had been pulled up by Gintoki, Shinpachi quickly reminded him.

"It's no problem! It's just that I didn't pull it enough!" Gintoki said through gritted teeth. At the same time, because he felt it was not enough, he stretched out one foot and pressed it against the back of Mao Mao's head, and used both hands to pull Mao Mao's hair. Pulling back, "Longer... longer!!"

"Wait! It's about to be pulled out! It's about to be pulled out! It's about to be pulled out!" Xin Bajia's whole body felt bad.

"Don't give up!" Gintoki shouted with white eyes, "If you give up, you won't be able to do this bun!"

Looking at Maomao, whose face had begun to deform and tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes, but he remained silent and gritted his teeth, Shinpachi quickly reminded him: "Yin Sang! The general is about to burst into tears! The general is about to break through the limit. No! It’s impossible to continue!”

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Gintoki yelled and pulled Maomao's hair back hard.

"Please stop!" Looking at Maomao who was gritting his teeth and eyes filled with tears, Xinbaji was about to collapse.

"Hey! It seems like it's about to be combed out!" Gintoki squeezed the hair that was barely able to be tied into a bun to prevent it from falling apart again. At the same time, he reminded in a low voice, "Hurry up and tie it up! While I'm pulling it, Fasten it up for me!"

…

Gintoki restored Momo's chair to its original position, held the backrest behind Momo, faced the mirror with a smile and said, "Yoshi, you've already combed your hair."

Xinbajiu complained loudly without thinking: "No! The appearance has been completely deformed, okay? The whole face has collapsed! It's like there is a stocking on the head!"

"Hello,

He seems to like it very much, isn't he smiling? Just like a resident of the Land of Smiles~" Gintoki forced himself to pretend to be disapproving.

"It looks like a head! It's just that the face has been pulled up!"

"Huh? Is that angry? Or is he laughing? I don't understand it at all." Gintoki asked doubtfully, "I can't understand this expression at all."

"At least I can be sure that I'm not laughing!" Shinpachi yelled, and then he quickly put Maomao's chair down again and said with a pinched voice, "I'm so sorry! I'll help you comb it again right away!"

"This is really not okay! Gin-san!" Shinpachi turned to look at Gintoki and reminded him in a low voice, "If he goes back like this, we will definitely be beheaded in public!"

But just after he finished speaking, Maomao's crumbling hair broke free from the clip and scattered on both sides again. At the same time, Maomao's expression returned to its original state.

However, it was too late and soon, Xin Bajiu gathered up his lush hair without any hesitation, and tied it back again with a lot of force.

…

"Anyway, find a way to fool Yin Sang," Xin Baji turned his head and reminded, "The important thing is that as long as you are satisfied when you leave, no matter what happens after that, just be patient for now! Fix the shape and so on, and then Fooled over..."

As he said that, Xin Baji suddenly thought of something, "A bun! By the way, that's the bun just now! If you put that up, you can definitely get away with it! Yin Sang!"

Hearing these words, Kagura rushed to the door, but just as he arrived at the door, Kagura saw a golden retriever holding the bun that Gintoki had just thrown in its mouth, running wildly into the distance.

"New Eighteen! Something bad happened, Aru!" Kagura hurriedly replied, "The golden retriever took Aru away by his hair!"

"Hey hey hey?!"

"Anyway, I'm going to grab it back, and then I'll leave it to you, Aru!" With that said, Kagura chased after the dog in the direction it fled.

Shinbaji couldn't stop him in time and could only watch Kagura disappear at the door.

"Damn it! Why does everything always go wrong! What should I do?!" Xin Baji said to himself frantically.

At this moment, Gintoki's voice came: "Hey, Shinpachi, what do you think of this?"

Looking at the indescribable thing in Gintoki's hand that was made up of curly hair that could barely be called a bun, Shinpachi said in surprise: "Gin-san! Then... that, how on earth was it done? That bun! Where did you find it?"

"I didn't find it, I made it." Gintoki replied.

"Why?!"

"If you don't have something, you have to make one." Gintoki shrugged and replied disapprovingly.

"You said you made one?" Shinpachi murmured, and then praised again, "How awesome! Gin-san! I look at you differently! You look like Mr. Waku Waku!"

…

"Apply the adhesive, and then..." Gintoki said as he placed the adhesive-coated bun on Mao Mao's head, "Okay, it's done."

"It's perfect! Yin Sang!" Xin Baji praised, "If this is the case, there will definitely be no problem. This is enough to fool us..."

As he said this, Xin Baji suddenly noticed that the bun on Maomao's head was swelling unnaturally.

"Ah? If you take a closer look...ah? Why does this bun feel slightly curled?" As he spoke, Shinpachi mechanically slowly turned his head to look at Gintoki, who was holding his hands on the side, squinting his eyes. The corners of his beady eyes twitched and he asked, "Um, can I ask, sorry? What is this bun made of?"

"Made from the dense jungle nearby." Gintoki pointed to a mosaic on the lower body of Kondo, who was still sleeping on the seat next to him.

New Eight:...

"What kind of dense jungle is that?" thing?!"

"But didn't he say that those in higher positions should understand those below?" Gintoki waved his hand and replied casually, "Ah, I think he said it, but it doesn't matter."

"You don't even remember it yourself!" Xin Bajiu complained crazily, "And even if you said it, it didn't refer to this kind of thing!"

"Don't worry about it, this kind of fluffy hair looks like a bun that has been slightly permed. It looks surprisingly fashionable," Gintoki replied, and then looked at Mao Mao who had a tense face at the side. "See? The general also likes it very much. Are you laughing?"

"So haven't I told you a long time ago that he is not smiling?! And how long are you going to keep the general's face tense like that?!" Shinpachi retorted, "And the trend you are talking about is not at all There’s no need! Before you say that, it would be more convincing if you said you like your natural curls first! Asshole!!”

Ignoring Shinpachi's complaints, Gintoki propped his chin, looked at Momo and complained softly: "Are you angry or happy? Can't you show it more clearly?"

Just after he finished speaking, Gintoki suddenly noticed that the skin color on Maomao's smooth forehead was rapidly deteriorating, and at the same time, some small pink bumps quickly popped out.

"Ah? Why does it seem like a pimple is popping up?" Gintoki asked in confusion.

"Wait a minute!!" Xin Baji said quickly, "It seems that you have been infected with some disease?!"

Afterwards, Xin Baji rushed forward, knocked down Mao Mao's chair again and slapped the pathogen off Mao Mao's head.

"I'm sorry! I'll help you take care of it again right now!" Xin Baji said with a smile while holding his voice, then turned his head again and shouted to Gintoki in a low voice: "No! Gin-san! You need to use other different ones. Things will do! Isn’t there something better that can replace it?”

"Even if you say so..." Gintoki crossed his chest with one hand and held his chin with the other hand, thinking quietly. Sudden! Gintoki had a flash of inspiration, picked up the scissors and squatted down in front of Gui, who was still sleeping. "There is no other way, I can only use the hair under the wig."

"So why do you have to use the hair from that part?!" Xin Baji was a little crazy, "Generally speaking, wouldn't it be enough to just use hair?!"

"This is to avoid being discovered for the time being." Gintoki explained.

"Wouldn't the hair there be exposed?!" Shinpachi yelled, "Guisang's hair is very long anyway, so if you cut it a little, you won't be noticed, right?"

"That makes sense," Gintoki nodded, then stood up and came to Gui, holding out the scissors, "Sorry, please lend me a little wig."

After saying that, Gintoki immediately cut off Katsura's bangs.

"Why does it have to be bangs?!" Shinbachi complained crazily, "There is so much hair at the back, why do you have to cut the bangs?! Won't it be irreversible if you cut it like this?! The hair style is restricted in this way. Ah! What should I do with the bangs in the front?!"

"Isn't it weird to leave only a little hair in the front?" Gintoki said while trimming Katsura's hair, "Cut all the hair in the front neatly."

Click, click, click...

After a few scissors, Gui's hairstyle is more than 99% similar to the hairstyle of the protagonist of "The Little Lord".

"Where is this little lord?!"

"I know, I know," Gintoki impatiently moved the scissors again, "If the whole thing is shortened, it won't be conspicuous."

Click, click, click...

After counting the scissors again, Gui's new hairstyle successfully achieved more than 99% similarity with Miss Seaweed.