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Chapter 122. A Man's Friendship is Settled with a Fight
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"Gintoki."
"Yes!... Oh, it's just you, Caesar."
Hearing someone call his name, Sakata Gintoki instinctively jumped up from his seat. But when he realized it was Caesar who had called him, his excitement quickly faded, and he reverted to his usual zy demeanor, sitting back down at the pako mae.
"So, what do you want, Caesar?"
"I'm really busy right now, you know. I've got to memorize my lines, get into character, and figure out if I'll need any outside help... I won! I koday would be my lucky day!"
As the steel balls tumbled down, Gintoki shouted iement, pletely ign the exasperated expression on Caesar's face beside him.
Fortunately, as someone who's been through simir situations, Caesar—who had retly been invited by Akiyuki Shinbo to assist Gintoki in the film world due to their past retionship—could uand Gintoki's feelings.
After all...
"...It seems like you're really nervous, Gintoki," Caesar sighed.
He wasn't trying to scold him, nor did he think there was anything wrong with Gintoki's behavior. Caesar poio the floor, where the steel balls had started rolling around, and said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have fotten to pce the tray underh to catch your hard-won prize."
Ctter——!!
As Caesar finished speaking, Gintoki finally realized the seriousness of the situation. Shouting "Oh, crap!" at the top of his lungs, he desperately tried to catch the steel balls that had started boung and rolling all over the floor, making a mess.
If Jolyne Cujoh hadn't been so meticulous wheablishing Green Dolphin Studio, sidering that her system was an imee system—meaning if the pa bankrupt, she might receive a hundredfold rebate for the money spent creating it—she would have added facilities like exercise rooms and a game room equipped with almost every game sole, including pako maes.
But in this situation...
"Yeah, it seems like your way of relieving stress is actually pretty effective, Gintoki. Although it's not my style, I still appreciate it," Caesar said with a ugh.
Gintoki's expression, which had been forced at first, was now clearly much more animated. It was a genuine, lively expression, free of pretense.
"Relieving stress?!" Gintoki, who was still on the floor pig up the steel balls, gred at Caesar with a mix of anger and frustration. "You noticed, didn't you? You were just waiting to see me mess up! Admit it!"
"Huh? So this wasn't your way of relieving stress?" Caesar kicked one of the steel balls that had rolled to his feet, and it happeo hit Gintoki squarely on the forehead. "I thought you did it on purpose."
"Yeah, on purpose..."
g——!!
The steel ball that had hit Gintoki's forehead did so with enough forake his head jerk back, but eventually, gravity won, and the ball slid down his fad body, nding iray he held.
"You damn well did that on purpose, didn't you, Caesar!!" Gintoki's patienapped, and he eled all his rising ahe st remnants of his rationality slipping away, into his fists and charged at Caesar.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA——!!!"
"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA——!!!"
…
Despite being a chosen actor with a high talent for swordsmanship—after all, as a child, he had grabbed a katana and fought off hordes of enemies without any formal training—that was in the world of "Gintama", where Gintoki still had some ambition.
In this parallel world, with a different social enviro and an earlier dee into a zy old man, Gintoki's talent for swordsmanship had yet to truly ma, and perhaps never would.
Simirly, in this parallel world where there were no Stone Masks or vampires, Caesar, who did not have to face the fate of the Zeppeli family, never joihe Mafia.
In other words, in the film world where Gintoki and Caesar could beat up Pilr Men and be reized as true warriors by fighters like Wamuu, their bat abilities in the real world, without full-dive devices or character temptes to assist them...
Were pretty mu the level of a children's brawl!
Even after expending all their energy, they only mao mess up each other's clothes, with her sustaining any real injuries.
After a while, Gintoki, still tussling with Caesar, was the first to pull away.
It wasn't just because he was tired—it was also because it was almost time to start filming.
"Hu~~ huff~~"
Breathing heavily as he stood up, Gintoki took deep breaths to steady himself while also fixing his disheveled clothes. As he headed toward the door, he turned his back to Caesar and, speaking cryptically, said, "Caesar, thanks."
"...Don't lose, Gintoki."
Caesar, sitting up from the floor, replied just as cryptically.
But was it really so cryptic?
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
But her Caesar nintoki showed any fusion on their faces.
"Hmph, who do you think I am?"
It was as if Gintoki uood Caesar's words and knew why he had e. Stepping out of the game room, he gave Caesar a thumbs-up without turning back. "Unlike you, the side character, I'm the protagonist!"
"A mere Ultimate Being is nothing I 't handle!"
"You just stand bad watch the protagonist do his thing!"
