Maybe a Fake Gintama

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Gintoki yelled with bulging veins and flying spit, "Make my old man conquer the world? What kind of revenge is that? It's totally the opposite!"

"I told you from the start, didn't I?" Pirako raised a finger, displaying her naturally airheaded demeanor, "I came here to decorate with flowers."

"Weren't you saying you wanted to make me the number one boss in Edo? Weren't you happy when I clashed with Jirochou?!"

"The so-called underworld is about absorbing those who lose fights into your power to grow," Pirako twisted her response playfully, "If we can get Kabukicho's strongest man under our command, my dad could conquer the world~ If you were the boss, then my dad would be the boss of bosses~."

By now, Gintoki's face had turned completely dark.

"Miss, it looks like that's taken care of," a member of the Dobunezumi gang reported, holding a phone.

Hearing this, Pirako's expression softened slightly, "Bro, from now on, Jirochou's gang will start to act. Do you know what we've done? We've set new rules for this lawless street. From now on, anyone causing trouble on this street will be eradicated by the Four Devas. The first to collapse because he acted against Jirochou's gang for a weak woman is you, bro. Of course, whether it turns out this way depends on your performance, bro. Join us; otherwise, you'll be sleeping at the bottom of the sea here, and you will become the target of public criticism in Kabukicho."

"Hey, it looks like you're trying to threaten me, but if you kill me now, you'll be the picky eaters," Gintoki replied fearlessly, "And... this was all a misunderstanding, blaming me for stirring up someone who shouldn't be provoked… You've got the wrong person. But speaking of which, don't you think it's too coincidental? That guy's timing..."

"It is coincidental, but it doesn't matter now, and... at that time, we indeed wanted to cause a disturbance on the street by staging a play, but didn't expect that guy to beat us to it…" Pirako casually replied, then thought to herself, [No mistake, that man must have been sent by that vixen to help... no, to monitor me.]

"Hahaha! Although I don't know what's going on, the whole street saw it! The moment you guys stuffed our two broken members into the cement!" Kurogoma Katsuo laughed loudly.

"Are you idiots?!" Gintoki yelled, "Not to mention whether such small disturbances could move the Four Devas; I don't need to say that if it led to a fatality, it would become a much bigger issue. But I know that bastard! He… definitely has some purpose! Even if it's just a game, you definitely can't outplay him!"

"Who are you talking about?" Kurogoma Katsuo asked, puzzled.

"Are you really an idiot?! Think with your toes; if, at such a time, an idiot leads a bunch of idiots there, it's definitely fishy. Go to hell, idiot!" Gintoki shouted irritably, "Start with your slicked-back; go completely bald!"

"Go bald your head!" Kurogoma Katsuo instantly got upset and yelled back, spitting, "To distribute the damage to my scalp, I change the parting of my hair every week! I am different from "Welcome~"! "

(Note: A famous Japanese Rakugo comedian, Katsura Sunshine, is known for his slicked-back hairstyle, which starts to bald from the parting. He also starred in a Shiseido Uno commercial with this look.)

As soon as Kurogoma Katsuo finished speaking, a knife was thrust straight into his right abdomen from behind.

Kurogoma Katsuo froze for a moment, then looked down at his clothes, now soaked in blood...

"If persuasion isn't enough, how about this?" Unbeknownst to him, Pirako, who was also behind this stabbing, spoke up, "Bro, you killed our young leader, then suffered retaliatory killing."

"Eh..." Kurogoma Katsuo slowly turned his head, disbelief on his face.

Pirako smiled as she pulled out her knife, and after Kurogoma Katsuo staggered a few steps, he stepped into thin air and fell into the sea.

"Bro!" The members of the Dobunezumi Gang immediately reacted and rushed forward.

"Wait," Pirako instantly blocked everyone's path with the knife in her hand, squinting and asking with a smile, "Who is your real boss? Is it the slicked-back guy or Jirochou?"

"But… but…"

"Make a move, and you'll bloom too~" After threatening, Pirako held the knife to her face, "Oh ho ho~ Do you understand, bro? This is my resolve..."

"You... you bastard!" Gintoki gritted his teeth with bulging veins, then grabbed the edges of the remaining half of the trash can, vigorously spinning it and jumping into the sea with it.

"Bastard! Stuck in cement and still jumping into the sea!"

"Does he think he can escape?!"

The members of the Dobunezumi Gang hurriedly came to the shore to check.

"No," Pirako walked over slowly, explaining, "He went to save someone."

"How is that possible? In that state, he still went to save Bro?!" A member of the Dobunezumi Gang exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right," Pirako crouched by the shore, speaking softly, "He's such an idiot, so much so that even I'm amazed. But it's because he's that kind of idiot that I hoped he could be my Bro. But Bro chose that old lady instead. What a pity~ Goodbye, Bro…"

Afterward, Pirako slowly led the members of the Dobunezumi Gang away.

But neither Pirako, the member of the Dobunezumi Gang nor Gintoki, who had just jumped into the sea, noticed that at the top of a nearby warehouse, a few people had witnessed everything...

"How about that? Isn't it touching that your daughter could do this much for you?" Kawaki smiled at Jirochou, "Don't you just want to rush over for a loving hug?"

Jirochou chuckled without responding.

"But speaking of which, why are you here?" Kawaki glanced at Otose and Saigou, then squinted with a smile, "Are you worried about what I might do to that girl? You don't have to be; I've said I won't do anything to her, and besides, I quite like her character."

"It's not really a time to be happy now, with your daughter turning into that kind of problem child," Otose spoke up, "And with an old man like you, it's too late for any education, isn't it?"

"Indeed..." Jirochou nodded lightly, pondering, "Arguing with an old lady is different; I really have no experience in educating children."

"I do have experience in educating boys, but since it's a girl, it might not be beneficial…" Saigou held one arm across his chest, the other hand pinching his chin slowly.

"Don't worry, that kind of thing, with your whatever years of accumulated love, just fudge it a bit, and she'll turn into a good kid right away," Kawaki casually replied, "Of course, if it's too troublesome, I can help. Educating a brat is easy, in three days, she can get full marks in health class!"

"What exactly are you planning to teach the kid?!"

As Tsukuyo's voice rang out, Kawaki, who had been stabbed in the back of the head with a kunai, rolled his eyes and collapsed.

"That kind of thing doesn't need to be taught, as long as you're a normal person; by a certain age, you naturally get full marks," Jirochou laughed, "But if you don't teach the other stuff properly, you might never pass in this lifetime."

"Hey, aren't we going to worry about that naturally wavy hair?" Tsukuyo lightly reminded, "Didn't you say before? He... probably can't swim, right?"

"What nonsense? He went to save someone, not to swim," Kawaki stood up, pulling the kunai from the back of his head like it was nothing, "Besides, how can humans not swim? When you were in your mother's womb, you were surrounded by water on all sides. Have you ever heard of someone drowning in the womb?"

"That guy might have already become like this street..." Otose slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Defeated but undaunted, courageous but orderly, gentle but strong, resilient but unyielding..."

"Didn't expect... to hear you say that phrase," Jirochou chuckled wistfully.

"That... the more I listen, the more it sounds like a certain place, doesn't it?" Kawaki pinched his chin, "Defeated but undaunted, courageous but orderly, gentle but strong, resilient but unyielding... It exactly describes that place, doesn't it? Your street really is strange, using that place to describe itself."

"That's not it at all!" Tsukuyo exclaimed, "Is that all you can think about?!"

"That does sound a bit like it," Jirochou pinched his chin and nodded.