Maybe a Fake Gintama

"So! What tricks can a bunch of idiots do when they gather together!" Gintoki said disdainfully.

Hearing Gintoki's mockery, Toshiro was the first to express his dissatisfaction, "What are you talking about, kid?!"

"Hijikata, please look in the mirror now. You will see an idiot! An idiot who is almost the same as you is looking at you in the mirror!"

"It's much better than an idiot whose [Beep--] has been transformed into a screwdriver!" Toshiro spat disdainfully.

"You should be the idiot, right? It's much better than being transformed into a screwdriver including [Beep--], idiot!" Gintoki retorted, unwilling to be outdone.

However, other than Sogo and Tsukuyo, no one noticed that Kawaki, who was beside them, had his head lowered and his face was completely black.

"Boss, you don't have to be polite. Please take this and use it." As he spoke, Sogo took out a bazooka and handed it to Kawaki.

"Hehe..." After receiving the bazooka, Kawaki raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the people at the table with a smile. Then, without thinking, he pulled the trigger at Toshiro and Gintoki.

BOOM!!!

"What are you doing, bastard?!" Gintoki cursed, "I was speaking up for you just now!"

"It's not worth it! Just take care of your Phillips screwdriver!" Kawaki shouted and looked at Toshiro, who was at the side, "And you! Do you want to die, bastard!"

Seeing that the three of them were about to fight, Shinpachi hurriedly advised, "Wait a minute everyone, calm down first. In short, this offline meeting is held to study future strategies. Everyone, calm down and discuss it peacefully."

Hearing this, Kawaki, Gintoki, and Toshiro snorted at the same time and sat down again.

Shinpachi looked at Toshiro and Tsukuyo, who was sitting next to Kawaki, and asked, "Our team didn't gather any information about the alien gamers. How are you, Hijikata-san and Miss Tsukuyo?"

"Wait! Before we talk about that..." Gintoki pointed to Toshiro and Sogo, "Why did you use a character that caused others to misunderstand? Because of your fault, we wasted four days!"

Toshiro gently blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke and explained, "No one would be interested in players who have the same style as themselves in the game. They are all bait deliberately released to attract their attention, but I didn't expect to catch you, unimportant people."

"Actually, I have already sent Hyakka to search for the photos of the two alien gamers, but we haven't gotten any useful information." Tsukuyo suddenly said at this time, and then looked at Kawaki, "And even if we can't find the two alien gamers, we have..."

Before Tsukuyo could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by Kawaki.

"Tsukki! You don't have to tell them about that!" Kawaki crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

But at this moment...

"Ah, I'm a little embarrassed to be late." Katsura stood at the door, scratching the back of his head, "Hello, everyone. I'm the Fruit Punch Samurai G."

"It looks like we didn't catch anything. The bait that was set up to catch a small fish accidentally caught a big fish." Sogo looked at Katsura who was standing at the door and said.

Kawaki and Gintoki: ...

...

After putting handcuffs on Katsura, and sitting on his seat, Toshiro said, "This is your last meal before you go to prison. What do you want to eat?"

"Then I'll have a Prime tripe," Katsura replied.

"Excuse me. One order of Tainted raw meat.." Sogo raised his hand and shouted.

...

After being forcibly fed a mouthful of meat by Sogo, Katsura, whose skin turn green, finally reacted, "I fell into a trap! I didn't expect that the offline meeting was actually a trap!"

"Are you an idiot? Why would a Jouishishi attend an offline meeting?" Gintoki retorted with a speechless face.

"There are times when even a Jouishishi needs some time off!" Katsura explained, "When he wants to forget everything and have a good time!"

"Your brain is constantly "off." Your adapter was pulled from its socket years ago."

"What a bunch of idiots," Katsura dismissed everyone's attitude, "Even if you catch me, the situation won't turn for the better. You won't be able to change the fact that you are a screwdriver."

"Actually..." Tsukuyo opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by Kawaki again.

"No need. They won't do that." Kawaki shook his head and said softly, "In short, let's hear what Zura has to say first. Although his brain is indeed empty, he might have grasped some key information."

"! !"

Kawaki's words attracted everyone's attention to Katsura.

"Katsura! Did you really get some useful information?!" Kondo said with a look of disbelief.

"Hmph, who knows?" Katsura chuckled and then raised his hands which were firmly cuffed, "Do you have to have the corresponding etiquette when you ask others?"

Looking at his chief's conflicted expression, Toshiro reminded him, "Kondo-san, you can't fall for his tricks. This guy must be talking nonsense in order to find a chance to escape."

"If you doubt my words, look at this first." As he spoke, Katsura raised his hand and pulled out a folded piece of paper from behind his head, "Then you definitely won't say that again."

Then, Katsura stretched out the paper, only to see that the so-called clue turned out to be a job advertisement for a driver.

(Driver and screwdriver(ドライバー / Doraibā) are pronounced the same.)

Looking at everyone who was shocked and speechless, Katsura raised the corners of his mouth and then put away the paper again, "That's all for you to see. If you want to know the contact information and the interview location, give me a Prime tripe first."

Just as Katsura finished speaking, Kagura directly jumped up and kicked Katsura in the stomach, "One Prime tripe!"

"Why are you so obsessed with living as a screwdriver?!" Shinpachi couldn't help but complain, "Besides, it's simply a mistake! Where is the information about the alien gamers? Idiot!"

"How could there be that kind of thing?" Katsura, who was beaten black and blue by Kagura and Sogo, sat up, "At this time, are you still unwilling to face reality? You should more or less be able to feel that there is no more information and means now. It is impossible to catch the alien gamers."

"Don't be silly. Are you going to give up just because of this?" Toshiro said disdainfully.

"Yes! We want to restore our bodies! The battle only begins now!" Kondo said with a serious face, but just as he finished speaking, a photo slowly fell from the back of Kondo's head.

Looking at the woman who looks like a Phillips screw in the photo, Shinpachi was puzzled and asked, "Kondo-san, this is..."

Kondo scratched his cheek with some annoyance and explained with some frustration, "She's the third princess of Planet Screw... Princess Phillips. Actually, there's talk of an arranged marriage meeting..."

"Kondo-san, could it be that you..." Toshiro suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened as he looked at his Bureau Chief, "Have you forgotten about the Princess of the Planet Gorilla? Have you already moved on?!"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" Kondo became anxious, "Speaking of which, were you really going to send me to the Planet Gorilla back then?! How many times have I explained it?! It wasn't like that at all! I don't like that gorilla at all!"

"Here we go again," Sogo patted Kondo on the shoulder, "Needless to say, Kondo-san, we all understand that you gave up your happiness for the sake of Shinsengumi. We understand."

"Can't you listen to my explanation, bastards! Who said I liked that gorilla back then?!"

Kawaki silently turned his face away and whistled, looking like it had nothing to do with him.

"Don't act like it has nothing to do with you! Is it you?!"

"Don't continue arguing because of such an insignificant matter," Katsura suddenly stopped him, "What we should do now is not continue to play Monkey Hunter or waste time in the barbecue shop to discuss countermeasures. What we need is the consciousness to live as a screwdriver!"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent at the same time.

"No, actually, even if we can't find the alien gamer, we can still return to our original appearance." Suddenly, Tsukuyo said indifferently.

"Eh?!" Everyone looked over at the same time.

"Tsukki, didn't I tell you? They will never accept that method." Kawaki complained, "Don't underestimate our self-esteem!"

"Wait, Kawaki, what do you mean?" Gintoki stared at Kawaki and asked.

"Is there really another way to restore our body?!" Shinpachi said in surprise.

"Boss, stop keeping us in suspense. If you have anything to say, just say it." Sogo also looked at Kawaki.

Looking at everyone's eyes, Kawaki sighed heavily. Then he took out a few business cards from his bosom and threw them on the table, "That is plastic surgery."

"Plastic surgery?"

"Yes, it's just plastic surgery, and it's another way to restore our bodies to their original state." Tsukuyo explained, "We've already contacted the other party, and the other party has given us a positive answer."

"If you want to use it, use it. Anyway, I will never use this method to restore my body," Kawaki said casually with one hand on his cheek, "If I rely on that kind of thing to restore my body, I will feel frustrated for the rest of my life. Are you all the same?"

After that, Kawaki found that the people who were still sitting in their seats had disappeared without a trace, and the business card on the table disappeared with them.

Kawaki, who had been speechless for a long time, finally spat out, "Where's your self-esteem?"

Tsukuyo: "..."

...

After walking out of the barbecue shop, Kawaki and Tsukuyo did not say a word. They quietly walked back to Yoshiwara.

"You..."

"Don't say anything. I definitely won't use that kind of method to restore my body!" Kawaki replied with a determined expression.

Tsukuyo fell silent.

Suddenly, Kawaki thought of something and stopped in place, "Ah, I forgot! I forgot to tell them that person is actually a person with a very strange temper. Are they going to be alright?"

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