บท 423: A Man Remains a Kid Until He Dies!

Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 423 A Man Remains a Kid Until He Dies!

'A man who won't fail...' Tsukuyo looked at Kawaki and there was an inexplicable look in her eyes. At this moment, although she still did not understand, Tsukuyo vaguely felt that the last layer of fog on Kawaki's body exploded. If she opened this layer of fog, she could see everything about Kawaki.

"That... Tsukki," Kawaki suddenly raised his hand and instantly revealed a face full of pain and fell to the ground. He looked at Tsukuyo with tears in his eyes, "Can you step on my back a little bit? I was just trying to be cool and accidentally sprained my waist. Ah, it hurts, it really hurts... I thought it would be fine if I rested for a while, but it still hurts! Please, Tsukki."

"Tama-sama, a little to the right. Yes, that's it." The White Blood King who had fallen to the ground at some point was enjoying Tama's back-stepping service, "Ah, it really hurts. Originally, I thought that the plot had developed to such a point that I had no choice but to go up. It was fine to simply act cool. I didn't expect to sprained my waist. It really hurts... "

"See? Isn't it very reliable?" Katsura cupped his hands and closed his eyes. At the same time, he sighed with emotion.

"Just where is it reliable?" Tsukuyo narrowed her eyes and asked with an expressionless face.

"Tsukki, hurry up, it's already... not good, it hurts..." Kawaki shouted weakly, "Please, just do it for an hour and it will definitely be fine. After that, you can leave the Archfiend to me."

Tsukuyo, whose face suddenly burst with blue veins, instantly came to Kawaki's side. Without any explanation, she raised her foot and ruthlessly stepped on Kawaki's waist.

As Tsukuyo stepped hard, she cursed angrily, "What on earth is going on with the guy who sprained his waist at the entrance of the enemy's lair?!"

"It hurts... lighter... lighter, it's going to break, it's going to break." Kawaki, who was being trampled on, hurriedly shouted, "On the left, on the left, yes, over there, a little lighter..."

...

"Phew... I almost felt my waist breaking." Kawaki got up and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He said with a lingering fear, "It seems that I can't just casually act cool in the future. At this age, I have to pay attention to my health. I should leave the risk to the young people..."

"You two are old? Then you should at least do some exercise..." Tsukuyo held her forehead and looked speechless, "It's all because you usually stay in the house for too long, right? It's all because you stayed in the house for too long that you sprained your waist when you did some exercise, right?"

"Anyway, the monsters outside have been cleared, and only the Archfiend inside is left." Kawaki turned his head and looked at Archfiend's Castle. After a few seconds, he turned to look at Tsukuyo and asked, "Well, can I go to the hotel to rest a little? I feel that today's exercise is enough. For an otaku, it is already a very impressive amount of exercise. This amount of exercise is enough for me to rest in the hotel for half a year."

"Half a year?" The White Blood King folded his hands and laughed, "No, this amount of exercise is enough for me to rest in the hotel for a whole year."

"Whole year? What an easily satisfied little brat." Kawaki shook his head with a look of disdain on his face. He chuckled and said, "No, for me, this is enough exercise that I can stay in a hotel for two years without getting tired."

"Hmph, it's just two years," The White Blood King closed his eyes and shook his head. Then he snorted and said, "For me, I can stay in a hotel for five years without getting tired at all."

"So you are still too young, kid," Kawaki smiled with a little pride and continued in a flat tone, "Even if it is fifty years, I won't feel tired."

"I won't feel tired even if I stay in the hotel all my life..."

"Then I might as well be born in a hotel in my next life..."

"Why must you be so obsessed with this kind of competition..." Tsukuyo narrowed her eyes.

She was speechless.

"Tsukki, even I have times when I absolutely don't want to lose." Kawaki turned to look at Tsukuyo. He shook his head and his face revealed a bit of gentleness.

"In the end, she is just a woman. She can understand things between men." The White Blood King shook his head and sighed. Then he patted Kawaki on the shoulder, "It must be hard on you. It must be very hard to have such a woman who doesn't understand men by your side, right?"

"You're right." Kawaki shook his head and said softly, "But I'm used to it."

"Do you both want to die?" Tsukuyo, whose face was full of veins, looked at the two coldly and said coldly.

...

In the corridor of the Archfiend's Castle, Kawaki and the White Blood King walked side by side.

"Is there no more convenient way?" Kawaki frowned and complained in a low voice, "We've been walking for half an hour. I'm exhausted. Don't there usually be a portal at this time? Can we directly teleport to the portal in the Archfiend's room?"

"No, there must be." The White Blood King on the side said seriously, "As long as you find a button or something, you can definitely activate it. As long as you press the button, you can definitely reach the Archfiend's room directly."

Just as the White Blood King finished speaking, he suddenly found something and stopped.

At the same time, Kawaki also found something and stopped.

He saw a small red button on the wall next to the corridor! The small button was also marked with the "Archfied's Room Transfer Device"!

"This is it!" Kawaki and the White Blood King said in surprise at the same time.

"How could there be such a thing!" Tsukuyo could not help but complain, "No matter how you look at it, it is a trap! No matter how you look at it, it's a trap set by the enemy for you two idiots, right?!"

"How rude, Tsukki. Just say it directly, you idiot." Kawaki frowned and complained. At the same time, he secretly reached out to the button while everyone was not paying attention.

"Wait a minute!" The quick-eyed White Blood King grabbed Kawaki's hand that was secretly reaching for the button and said with a stern voice, "What this woman said makes sense! Maybe it really is a trap!"

Although he said that, the White Blood King's other hand secretly reached for the button.

"Don't even think about it!" Kawaki's other hand instantly grabbed the White Blood King's hand, who was reaching for the button. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "You kid originally wanted to be the first to press the button when I wasn't paying attention?! How could I let you do what you wanted? Despicable villain!"

"Huh? The person who wanted to secretly press the button was you, right?" The White Blood King retorted without hesitation. At the same time, the two began a power contest, "I already said that it might be a trap, but you still want to secretly press it. So you are the kind of man who will casually put the team in danger."

"No, it should be you!" As he spoke, Kawaki broke off and forcefully stretched it toward the button, 'Got it!'

"Don't even think about it!" The White Blood King stopped Kawaki once again.

"Don't argue over such trivial matters," Katsura came in front of the two of them, crossed his arms, shook his head, and said with a serious expression, "Courage and recklessness are two completely different things! Being a Samurai is not just randomly charging forward. What you need is to be determined to face the enemy despite knowing how terrifying the enemy is!"

After saying that, Katsura's expression became even more serious. At the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist, and bent his arm to stop in front of his chest. His other hand slapped the button heavily.

"There is no difference between you and the two of them!" Tsukuyo retorted crazily, "You are just determined to press the button! You are determined to press the button before the two idiots!"

"Tsukuyo-dono, even if it is me, there will be times when I absolutely do not want to lose." Katsura shook his head and slowly explained, "And this kind of thing, no matter who sees it, they will want to press it, right? A button or something suddenly appeared in front of them. Anyone would want to press it because of curiosity, right? This is the people's voice! Didn't we say it before? Those who express the people's voice through actions are Jouishishi!"

"Is this what you are referring to?! After all, you are the only three idiots in the world who want to press the button, right? Only you three idiots are the only ones who are driven by so-called curiosity and want to press the button!"

"No, no, Tsukki." Kawaki shook his head, "I am different from the two of them. No matter what, I will not deliberately let my companions fall into danger."

As he spoke, Kawaki's eyes became serious, "I will secretly press the button when no one notices!"

"It's all the same!" Tsukuyo shouted angrily, "In the end, don't you still want to press the button?!"

"No, it's human nature to press a button!" Kawaki, the White Blood King, and Katsura spoke at the same time.

Tsukuyo really had the urge to smash the three of them. However, in the end, she forcefully suppressed this urge. It was not because of any other reason, but simply because the stones that were rolling toward them from both sides of the corridor looked a little big. If they did not run quickly, they might be crushed.

Fortunately, there was a fork behind Tsukuyo. While Kawaki, White Blood King, and Katsura were fighting over who pressed the button first, Tsukuyo and Tama had already hidden in a safe location.

However, the other three were not so lucky. Looking at the huge ball-shaped rocks that rolled toward Kawaki and the other two locations, for some reason, Tsukuyo felt a kind of pleasure in her heart.

About a second later, the two huge rocks collided. In the loud bang, the screams of Kawaki and the other two people could be vaguely heard. Perhaps it was because of happiness. Although Kawaki and the White Blood King did not press the button, the three of them enjoyed the consequences of pressing the button at the same time. Well, it's gratifying.

Looking at the three people lying on the ground who had been crushed and twitched from time to time, Tsukuyo seemed to have only contempt in her eyes.