Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 4: :【Samurai】and【Bushido】

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

"What right does a guy who has so many days a month like a woman say this!" Gintoki's mouth is also notoriously bad.

"What qualifications are there for a person who picks his nostrils 24 hours a day! Are your hands in your nostrils?!"

"Can you stop for a while?" Seeing that his challenge plan was almost in vain, Takasugi shouted loudly, "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 being stared at.

"Hey, there is a limit to arrogance, 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." Yinshi refused.

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

"I said it first!" Ginto 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've taken over the task of teaching this short purple-haired gentleman!" Yin Shi said, and he was ready.

"Okay, I'll do it next time." Jiang Cheng pouted, and took the opportunity to walk between the two and take the initiative to act as the referee.

"Then let's go!"

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 a kicking hall kicking into a private school." Songyang said with a little helplessness, kneeling beside Takasugi with his hands in his hands, looking at Gaoshan who was looking at him, Songyang said. Yang continued, "Fortunately, he was slightly injured."

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

"You're already very strong. After all, you can compete with that boy Yinshi." 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 of course, "the winner is self-satisfaction and self-confidence at best. You win something more meaningful in comparison. So you don't have to be embarrassed."

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

"Did you pick up the two of them too?" Takasugi asked.

"Who knows? I met them within a day. It was like a miracle. Now it seems that it's hard to say who picked it up." Song Yang 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 how to read and learn swordsmanship? 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."

"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. 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." Yang looked at the blue sky, "So, whether it's them who are diligent and studious, trying to be decent 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, everyone 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, I am too, and I am still confused."

"But what about it? Sometimes you are troubled and sometimes confused, you just need to be the samurai you dream of." After finishing 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.

But at a certain moment, the two suddenly saw a boy standing outside the fence, the same boy with Takasugi that they saw yesterday.

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

"It turns out that a guy with that kind of personality has friends too." Gintoki complained.

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

But at this moment, 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 rubbed their little heads each and looked at Takasugi who got up to leave. Finally, Jiang Cheng couldn't hold back and asked Takasugi, "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 Gintoki, sometimes it is Jiang Cheng, but a full month has passed, and Takasugi has not won either of them.

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

"Who is Xiao Gao! Call me Takasugi or Takasugi Shinsuke, you bastard! Say it again! Are we so familiar with each other?!!" 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 have a bad and stinky personality, you still have friends who care. Don't just stare at yourself~IndoMTL.com~ You should also look behind you, Xiaogao classmate. ." Jiang Cheng said with a wave of his hand.

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

"Suga, Zila? (Is that so, a wig?)" Gintoki came 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 Clenching his fists, he shouted at Jiang Cheng.

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

"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." Takasugi patted Gui on the shoulder at this time.

"It's not a wig! It's Katsura!! Is that even you?! Takasugi!" Katsura shouted.

"Hey, you, what's the matter with your swordsmanship? There's no way to tell. Every time I think I can predict your next move, it turns out to be a different move. Why?" Takasugi didn't I ignored Gui, but looked at Jiang Cheng and asked.

"It's amazing!" When Jiang Cheng heard this, he immediately became elated, "This is my complacent self-created sword technique, and Yin Shi even gave it a domineering name."

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

"Blind [beep-] hacking!"