Chapter 319: Gintoki: "..."
Kenji rubbed Miyabi Hoshimi's drooping fox ears. They felt amazing—fluffy, incredibly soft, and smoother than the finest cashmere.
His fingers involuntarily slipped inside her ear, feeling the skin within. It was warmer than the outside, and he could almost feel the blood flowing.
"Hngh—"
The ears were a sensitive spot for Foxians. Miyabi Hoshimi's ears shot straight up, trembling involuntarily.
"Don't... touch..."
Miyabi Hoshimi blushed. The contact was like an electric current, making her body tremble slightly.
She never felt this way when she cleaned her own ears. Why was she losing control just from someone else's touch?
Kenji smiled and asked, "So, is that a 'don't' or a 'do'?"
They felt incredible, even better than Elysia's elf ears. He couldn't put them down.
I wonder what it would feel like to put one in my mouth.
"Miyabi, do you shed?"
Normal foxes shed their coats annually. What about Foxians?
"That's... a very rude question, you know?" Miyabi Hoshimi looked at him, deadpan.
How could he ask a Foxian that?
It was just like that 'dark' question you're not supposed to ask a Warrior of Light.
Even if she did shed, he couldn't just say it. Better to change the subject.
"Then I won't ask. Let's head back."
"Mhm."
Kenji held Miyabi Hoshimi's hand as they walked down the street.
They ignored the strange looks from passersby. They were just strangers.
Though, tomorrow's New Eridu headline would be: SHOCKING! Hollow Hunter Miyabi Hoshimi Seen Holding a Man's Hand! Is this Her Fiancé or a Kept Man?
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[Little Monster]: "Gintoki, I remembered a scene from Gintama... Were your 'PPs' once controlled by someone and made to clash in mid-air?"
Erii had re-watched some Gintama and couldn't wait to confirm it with Gintoki himself.
Can... that part... really do that?
The level of "abstract" made her question the anime's logic.
Gintoki fell silent when he saw the question. He knew Erii's personality, and a wave of guilt washed over him.
I'm so f*ing dead! How could a person like her see something so filthy!
[Sherry]: "Wait, Erii, you've read that kind of manga?"
She (Shiho) had seen parts of it, not all, but even that was enough to shatter her worldview and scruples.
Gin was a source of her psychological trauma, a terrifying person. But... put him in Gintama, and he'd be a total rookie.
[Little Monster]: "Mhm. I couldn't go outside, so I could only watch anime or read books."
Her plain words were calm, with no fluctuation.
[Shizu-cute]: "Your brother let you watch that?"
[Shizu-cute]: "I'm starting to think your brother is unqualified."
If she was so strictly monitored, how did a work like Gintama get to her? Was it intentional or an accident?
[Star Forger]: "Gintoki, weren't you a samurai? Now's the time for seppuku."
Erii has seen Gintama... such foreign words. How did the author put them together?
[Galactic Baseballer]: "Gin-san, the sakura should be blooming where you are. End your life beneath the cherry blossoms."
[Gudako]: "Gin-san, be brave! Don't lose your dignity!"
[Stank]: "If your wooden sword doesn't work, I can provide a very sharp one."
[Tsukasa Kadoya]: "Seppuku is too light. We should have Kuuga hit him with a 'Nuke Kick'."
["Nah, I'd win"]: "If it were earlier, I could have had you tank Sukuna's space-cleave for me."
: "Hey! Don't make me sound like some unforgivable criminal! It's not like I'm the one who broadcasted it!"
: "It's easy for you to talk! Can you even comprehend the tragedy of having your 'PPs' clash in mid-air, or having them smashed into mayonnaise with a studded club!?"
Gintoki was speechless, looking at all these people kicking him while he was down.
He couldn't bear to look back on that. He had almost forgotten, but now it was brought up, and the dead memories were attacking his brain again.
He touched himself... he was still traumatized.
[Little Monster]: "Gintoki, can you... really eat things... from the back?"
Erii was referring to the time Gintoki was force-fed curry... from behind.
[God's Tongue]: "That question... wow. Gintoki really is a savage."
[Ruan Mei]: "From a biological perspective, no. There are no digestive enzymes or stomach acid, and it could cause infection. But from an anime perspective... whatever's funniest, I suppose."
[The Champion]: "Ahem, no need for such a serious explanation."
[Galactic Baseballer]: "The Gintama plots are so funny, even Boss Aha would laugh for two and a half days."
: "That was an accident! I had to go to the proctologist after!"
Gintoki was so tired. Can you please not make me remember this stuff?!
How has he survived this long?
Oh, right. He's an anime character. Never mind.
[Little Monster]: "I have a few more questions."
Erii wasn't trying to cause trouble; she was genuinely curious. She used to just read about characters, but now she knew a real-life Gintama protagonist. She had to confirm.
Like the "Prostate Brake," or a katana being shoved inside someone...
Things normal people can't do, the people in Gintama just... do.
: "STOP! (Sutop-pu!) Let's just... stop here for today."
Hearing she had more questions, Gintoki quickly called a stop. He had way too much dark history.
It's fine if others ask... But Erii, please! Maintain your character!
Sigh. I had no filter when I was young, and now I'm a joke to all these people.
[Miss Pink Elf♪]: "Is Gintoki panicking♪?"
[God of Justice]: "Compared to us, Gintoki does have... a lot of dark history. And most of it is... explosive."
[Naughty Xi]: "Hard to disagree. Explosion level is MAX. You can't watch it with your scruples intact."
Every chapter might have a cringey history. Hexi thought about the male Angels... compared to Gintama, they were rookies.
[Star Forger]: "Gin-san has his cool moments... when he gets serious. His usual 'good-for-nothing uncle' image is just pure comedy relief."
His "White Yaksha" form is one of his coolest.
[Earth Wrecker]: "True. When he's serious in a fight, with that grim atmosphere, he's very cool."
: "Haha! Yes! That's right! I have my cool and suave moments!"
Gin-san felt like he could finally straighten his back. He wasn't always the comedy relief.
