Maybe a Fake Gintama

"Who is the soldier in the rpg game! You fool with silver hair and natural curly hair!" Although Jiang Cheng was being held by some friends, his mouth was still unforgiving.

"Of course it's you! You cosmic idiot!" Yin Shi retorted without hesitation.

"You are the soldier in the rpg game! No! You are not even a soldier, at most you can only be regarded as the weakest slime in the novice village for the protagonist to master the game!" After Songyang, Jiang Cheng's speech became faster and faster.

"What right does a guy who has a few days a month like a woman say this!" Yin Shi's mouth was also notoriously hurtful.

"What qualifications does a person who picks his nostrils 24 hours a day have any qualifications! Are your hands in your nostrils?!"

"Can you stop for a while?" Takasugi shouted loudly, seeing that his challenge plan was almost in vain, "If that's the case, let's go together!"

After Takasugi finished speaking, the entire dojo was quiet, and everyone looked at him in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Takasugi felt a little unnatural when stared at.

"Hey, arrogance also has a limit, you short guy with purple hair." Yin Shi held his forehead, "In that case, I will accept your challenge."

"No, I'll do it. Occasionally I want to learn from different people." Jiang Cheng said immediately.

"No, I'll come." Yin Shi refused.

"No, I should still come." Jiang Cheng didn't give in at all.

"I said it first!" Yin Shi said through gritted teeth.

"You said! Who are you going to compare with!" Jiang Cheng's eyes seemed to eat Takasugi. At the same time, Gintoki looked at Takasugi with the same gaze.

"Anything like this is fine! As long as I win the two of you, I can challenge that man!" Takasugi picked up a practice bamboo sword from the ground while speaking, and set it up.

Seeing this, Yin Shi instantly rushed out with the bamboo sword in his hand.

"Yinshi, is it a good foul?!" Jiang Cheng complained.

"Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared! I'm sorry Jiang Cheng, I took over the task of teaching this short purple-haired gentleman!" Yin Shi said that he had already set up his posture.

"Okay, it's my turn next time." Jiang Cheng pouted, and took the opportunity to walk between the two and take the initiative to be the referee.

"Then, start!"

After Jiang Cheng shouted, Gintoki and Takasugi rushed towards each other instantly...

...

When Takasugi woke up again, it was already afternoon.

"Really, I've never heard of kicking the gym to the private school." Songyang said with a little helplessness as he knelt beside Takasugi, looking at Gaoshan who was looking at him, Songyang continued. , "But fortunately, he was slightly injured."

Takasugi also sat up from the tatami at this time, "Actually, I wanted to fight with you, but I didn't expect that kind of thing..." Takasugi lowered his head and said.

"You are already very strong. After all, you can compete with that boy Yinshi for that kind of thing." Song Yang always had a faint smile on his face, "Kick the hall classmate."

"But I still lost," Takasugi said.

"Well, so, you can still get stronger." Songyang said rightfully, "the winner is self-satisfaction and self-confidence at best. You win something that is more meaningful in comparison. So you don't get it. It has to be embarrassing."

Looking at Takasugi, who was somewhat unclear, Songyang tilted his head, "Also, that child, no, those two children are a bit special. One is a child who has to become stronger in order to survive... As for the other one, He was born with great power, and now he's just learning how to use that power."

"Did you pick them up too?" Takasugi asked.

"Who knows? I met them in one day, it was like a miracle,

Now it seems that it is hard to say who picked it up. "Songyang shook his head slightly and replied.

"How about gathering a group of little devils who don't know their origin and nature, and teach them to read and practice swords hand-in-hand? Do you think that kind of person can become a samurai?"

Hearing this, Songyang turned his eyes to the door, "Well, who knows what will happen, I'm looking forward to it too." Songyang took his eyes back and narrowed his eyes.

"I still expect you to tell me." Takasugi complained.

"Is that so," Songyang said, then stood up, walked to the door, and continued with his hands behind his back, "I also want to know, what exactly is a samurai? Can you tell me?"

"Aren't you a samurai yourself?!" Takasugi said excitedly looking at Songyang's back.

"Well...at least not the samurai you imagined." Songyang ignored Takasugi who asked. Self-consciously, he continued, "You want to say that you need to have certain qualifications to become a samurai? If you don't have a family you can protect, you can't be a samurai if you don't have a loyal lord. That's what you think."

"But I don't think so. The so-called Bushido is to restrain the weak self and make it gradually move towards a strong self-will. Following the self-aesthetic awareness, continuous improvement, and establishing this ambition is the key." Songyang looked at Blue Sky, "So, whether it's them who are diligent and studious, trying to be serious people, or you who come here to play in order to become stronger. In my opinion, they are all excellent samurai."

"Even if there is no lord to protect, there is no sharp blade to fight," Songyang turned half of his body and looked at Takasugi who listened carefully, "As long as you establish your own Bushido in your heart, every A man can be his own samurai."

After a pause, Songyang looked at the distant sky again, "If I can witness the birth of such a samurai, maybe... it may be the Bushido that I have established in my heart. You came here because you got lost, right? In fact, so am I, and I'm still confused."

"But what about it? Sometimes you are troubled and sometimes confused, you just need to be the samurai you dream of." After speaking, Songyang showed his signature smile to Takasugi.

Takasugi was stunned. From this moment on, these words quietly took root in Takasugi's heart.

At this time, Jiang Cheng and Yin Shi were eavesdropping in a corner outside the room, and they were not the masters who could be quiet when they were together. At this time, the two were still pinching.

However, at a certain moment, the two suddenly saw a young man standing outside the fence. It was the young man with Takasugi that they saw yesterday.

Noticing the gazes of the two, Gui didn't hesitate and walked away.

"It turns out that guy with that kind of character also has friends." Ginto spit out.

After Jiang Cheng listened, he also stopped pinching each other with Yin Shi, and stood there thoughtfully.

But at this time, the two suddenly felt a chill coming from behind them.

"What are you two doing here?" After hearing this, the two swallowed at the same time...

...

The two of them each rubbed their little heads and looked at Takasugi who got up and was about to leave. Finally, Jiang Cheng couldn't hold back and asked Gao Shan, "What's your name? I'm Jiang Cheng, this silver-haired idiot is Gintoki, Sakata Gintoki."

"Jinzhu, Takasugi Jinsuke." Takasugi said to the two before leaving.

...

Since that day, every day, Takasugi will come to Matsushita Village to challenge, sometimes it is Yinshi, sometimes it is Jiang Cheng, but after a full month, Takasugi has not won either of them.

"Hey, he is Kaji-jun (Classmate Xiaogao), I can't bear to come here every day." Looking at Gao Sugi with a hurt face, Jiang Cheng couldn't help sighing.

"Who is Xiao Gao classmate! Call me Takasugi or Takasugi Shinsuke, you bastard! Say it again! Are we so familiar?!!" Takasugi got up from the ground while complaining.

Takasugi ignored Jiang Cheng's outstretched hand.

"It's really a bad character, classmate Xiaogao, but..." Jiang Cheng said, looking at Gui who was peeking inward from the door, "Don't hide, that Mawei-kun."

"Mawei-kun?" Takasugi wondered, and followed Jiang Cheng's gaze, "So it's Gui."

"Even if you are a person with a bad and stinky personality, there are friends who care about you. Don't just stare at yourself, you should also look behind you, classmate Xiaogao." Jiang Cheng waved his hand. said.

"I don't remember being a friend of someone with such a bad and stinky personality." Gui said, and stepped into the door, "I'm Gui, Katsura Kotaro, not Mawei-kun."

"Soga, Zila? (Is that so, a wig?)" Yin Shi walked over while picking his nostrils.

"Ziraganai, Kazira! (It's not a wig, it's Gui!) Why omit a pronunciation!" Gui retorted.

"What does it matter, one day I may be bald." Jiang Cheng took over.

"What does this mean?! What does it mean to be bald one day! Do you mean that I will become bald in the future?! And if I become bald, do I have to wear a wig?!" Gui clenched tightly. Fist, shouted at Jiang Cheng.

"Ah, I'm angry," Jiang Cheng said casually, "I'll definitely be bald now, Wig Jun."

"It's not a wig, it's Gui! Besides, whoever said that you will become bald if you are angry!"

"Forget it, don't know him in the same way, wig." Gao Shan patted Gui on the shoulder at this time.

"It's not a wig! It's Kwai!! Even you are like this?! Takasugi!" Kwai shouted.

"Hey, you, what's the matter with your swordsmanship? There's no rules to speak of, every time I think I can predict your next move, it turns out to be a different move, why?" Takasugi ignored Gui, Instead, he looked at Jiang Cheng and asked.

"It's amazing!" When Jiang Cheng heard it, his brows lit up, "This is my own self-made swordsmanship, and Yin Shi even gave it a domineering name."

"What's your name?" Takasugi couldn't help but ask.

"Blind [beep-] chop!"