Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: "Is this mission not a bit too much?"
Curly Hair: "A little? Is that just a little?! What kind of man wears leggings? It's as hard as stuffing a watermelon up your nose! It's simply impossible!"
This is an Actor: "So, are you going to give up?"
Scarlet Snake Fairy: "You will become bald."
Book Artist: "No, 'bald' doesn't just mean bald. Will it be the 'Mediterranean' style?"
Shark-Faced Guy: "In that case, at least I'd still have some hair on the sides."
Curly-Haired Boy: "Yeah, at least there's something... Wait, what the hell! Compared to that weird fringe, Gin-san would rather be completely bald!"
Skirt-Up Maniac: "But the mandatory baldness limit is only ten days. If you go completely bald by choice, who knows how long it will take for your hair to grow back?"
This is an Actor: "A wig is an acceptable substitute."
Book Artist: "That's a solid choice."
Curly-Haired Boy: "Impossible! Gin-san will never wear a wig as long as he lives! A real man never wears a wig!"
Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: "Will you choose to be completely bald in the end, then?"
Curly-Haired Boy: "I choose to complete the task!"
Skirt-Lifting Maniac: "?"
Scarlet Snake Fairy: "?"
Book Artist: "Calm down. You're still in prison."
Curly Hair: "It's precisely because I'm in prison that I can rob these scumbags without any psychological burden! Most importantly, that's a thousand points! Gin-san's dream of dominating the multiverse starts with these thousand points!"
Shark-Faced Guy: "After all that talk, are you just reluctant to give up the points?"
Skirt-Lifting Maniac: "Even so, there's no way a man would be wearing leggings, right? And they're all prisoners, so it's even more unlikely."
Curly Hair: "They will wear them!"
The Prison Cafeteria.
Sakata Gintoki lowered his head and stood up from his seat. The shadows dancing on his cheeks made his expression look slightly sinister. Slowly walking to the center of the cafeteria, Gintoki stopped beside a group of burly men.
"Hey, you're the 'Blood Demon,' right? The super-villain known for his immense power, who can pull off incredible things even in prison? Do me a favor."
"Huh? Who are you?"
"How dare you speak to our boss like that?"
Before the tattooed man known as the Blood Demon could even open his mouth, the two lackeys beside him slammed their hands on the table and stood up. As they spoke, they used the standard, aggressive Japanese gangster tongue-flick.
Ignoring them, Sakata Gintoki kept his hands in his pockets and slowly raised his right leg.
Bang, bang.
Two heavy, muffled thuds rang out. The two subordinates were sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the dining tables behind them, scattering food everywhere.
Silence.
The entire cafeteria fell silent in an instant. Even the prison guard who had been rushing over froze in his tracks.
Ruthless!
This silver-haired guy was definitely an incredibly ruthless individual. He had just kicked two strong men, each weighing over 160 kilograms, more than ten meters away.
Pat.
Sakata Gintoki placed his right hand on the Blood Demon's shoulder and whispered, "I trust you won't refuse me, right?"
The Blood Demon's mouth twitched, and cold sweat poured down his face. It wasn't just fear; it was sheer pain. This silver-haired guy didn't look particularly muscular, but the strength in his grip was terrifying—it felt as if his shoulder blade was about to be crushed.
Humiliation. The Blood Demon felt utterly debased. He was a well-known figure in the Edo underworld; even in prison, the warden was polite to him. But this silver-haired bastard dared to treat him like this! How could he tolerate it?
The Blood Demon gritted his teeth and shouted, "Please! Just give me your orders!"
What else could he do? This silver-haired bastard exuded such a terrifying murderous aura; he didn't want to die here.
"Leggings," Gintoki said indifferently, his brow furrowed. "I want to see ten pairs of leggings before two o'clock this afternoon. And stockings, too."
With that, he turned and walked away. The Blood Demon stood with his mouth agape, staring blankly at the departing back, his dignity discarded in the wind.
[System Message: Curly Hair has completed part of the "Gintama" memory fragment.]
Curly Hair: "Done. They should be ready by this afternoon. Hehehe... one thousand points! My one thousand points!"
Skirt-Lifting Maniac: "There's actually a method like that?"
Book Artist: "I give you full marks for the intimidation, but you'll be labeled a pervert forever. Looking at that Blood Demon's face, he definitely thinks you're a freak!"
Curly-Haired Boy: "You're still too young, Ali-chan. As the saying goes, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing the child. If you care too much about your reputation, you'll never achieve anything great."
Scarlet Snake Fairy: "This isn't a matter of caring too much; you are simply shameless."
Book Artist: "I would rather achieve nothing than be like you."
Curly Hair: "Humph! Then just sit there and watch me earn points in envy. It's pathetic; you cowards get nothing. Ultimately, this world is ruled by the strong! Hahahaha!"
Book Artist: "It's just as Anran-san predicted. You really are getting carried away by your own success."
Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: "I'm sorry to interrupt your ambitions, Gin. But we aren't exactly 'cowards getting nothing.'"
Curly Hair: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Gintoki suddenly had a very bad feeling.
Scarlet Snake Fairy: "Basic Reward: All group members receive the base reward upon the completion of a group mission. However, as the executor, you receive double that amount."
Book Artist: "To put it another way, you do the work for us, and we get paid. Are you happy, laborer?"
This is an Actor: "By the way, the privilege of being the Group Owner is the ability to obtain four times the basic reward, regardless of whether the task was completed by me or not."
Curly Hair: "DAMN IT!"
Unable to restrain himself from spewing a string of curses, Sakata Gintoki's mental state collapsed instantly. A thousand metaphorical horses galloped through his heart, trampling his pride.