Gintama. (銀魂)

I guess humans don't change that easily, huh?

Even after dying,

even after ten years,

everybody's still just screwing around.

I don't think so.

Ten years ago, I would've killed you.

I see.

So you've learned to save your fun for later, huh?

You're all grown up.

Shove it.

Gintama

The Battle on Rakuyo

Battle on Rakuyo Arc Part 7

Paths

Watch the Battle on Rakuyo arc in a bright room and at a safe distance from your TV!!

It seems things changed drastically while I was dead.

The guys who were trying to defend the country from me until just the other day

are being targeted by it.

Nothing's changed.

Once we take them out, it'll be your turn next,

Takasugi.

Until then, do the best you can to stay alive.

If you're still worth using at all, that is.

Hey, what the hell are they saying?

Translated simply, they're saying...

"Don't die yet, buddy."

"A lot has happened, but forget all of it for now and play ni—"

Who said anything of the sort? This interpreter sucks!

Bring us Toda Natsuko!

When did we ever play nice with that moron?!

I'll keep it nice and short, so translate it properly this time.

"F*ck you, man. Ptoo."

Why'd you turn into a foreigner?

Mr. Takasugi, he's basically sayin'...

He wants to f*ck you.

Don't translate that literally!

Ow!

Over here, Mr. Sakamoto.

What the heck? Can't you just talk to each other directly?

Oh, sorry. I'd built up some phlegm.

You just wanted to spit it out? I'm not a spittoon!

You don't need to interpret.

Just spit some phlegm on him or something.

Why couldn't you just spit on him directly?!

Um, Mr. Takasugi...

Tell him I'm sending that phlegm right back at him.

Send it right back at him, then!

Don't use me as a middleman!

I'm not a phlegm interpreter!

Damn, this stinks!

One of you has really stinky spit!

Tell him he can't have any phlegm when he just woke up.

Hey, c'mon, stop—

Tell him not to blame me, but the fool who lives and breathes sugar all the time.

Seriously, your phlegm reeks!

Tell him I had ramen with extra garlic but brushed my teeth.

Ugh, that seriously stinks! Gross!

Knock it off!

They're the ones you need to be spittin' at right now!

So the students of the honorable Shoka Sonjuku school

are all enemies of the state now, huh?

That's no state.

That's nothing like a country.

They thirst...

The flesh and blood within me that once made up that man.

Are you happy or sad?

Your students, who once split up because of you,

have now gathered again here for you...

To be erased by you, Shoyo.

They even built things like that?

I see.

So that monster crow has finally been dragged down to a place I can reach him.

Takasugi, you...

You knew about Utsuro?

Maybe, maybe not.

But if anyone could capture a man so strong and kill him easily,

it'd have to be Sensei himself.

No, it'd have to be something else that was within him.

You ended up here after losing your way, too, didn't you?

I am the same.

I'm still lost.

But that's all right.

Doubt yourself, lose your way,

and become the kind of samurai you want to be.

Sensei was fighting something...

Most likely the something that was within him.

But he lost,

and only it remained.

And it's still acting like it owns the world, rebuilding countries as it pleases.

In that case, I'll have to keep fighting, too.

I don't care what you guys do from here on.

My mind was made up a long time ago.

I'll simply destroy this rotten world he built!

Shinsuke-sama!

Like they'd stop now.

Those men cannot be stopped anymore.

Hold the crows off!

We'll crush that junk!

That day,

we all made countless graves.

Not just for Sensei and our comrades,

but also for ourselves.

When Yoshida Shoyo died, his students died with him.

Their paths would never again come together...

Or so I thought.

But, even as we walked down separate paths,

we never strayed from Sensei's teachings.

Seeking the kind of samurai each of us wanted to be,

we doubted ourselves and lost our way,

but we never stopped walking,

and that's why our paths converged once more.

The one who brought them together

was none other than Sensei.

It might only be a fleeting chance meeting.

But, even if it's only momentary,

if we can go back to being Yoshida Shoyo's students once more,

if we can go back to being just friends again,

we couldn't ask for anything more.

How does it feel to be a liability to a guy who just left a sickbed?

And how does it feel to be forced to rely on that liability to survive?

It sucks.

Impossible!

They destroyed those weapons all by themselves?

Now's our chance!

Fight them off!

We're going back to Earth alive!

We have those four on our side!

Good grief.

Don't put us on a pedestal only when you need us.

But I have to apologize, everyone.

I've started to feel it doesn't matter

whether we win this battle or not.

If I just cast aside thoughts of victory and defeat, I can raise hell with those punks.

If you knew I was havin' pathetic thoughts like those,

you probably wouldn't let me stand by your side anymore.

Tatsuma!

Comin'!

Zura! Takasugi!

Pretend to retreat and draw the enemy in!

Gintoki!

Use that chance to get past 'em!

We didn't come all this way just to help an old pal.

Gintoki...

Use your old pals to help the new ones you've found

who'll support our country's future!

Your old friends will take on the country of old.

You lead your new friends to the new one.

We'll be all right now.

Go, for the people you truly want to protect right now!

Have you all lost your minds?

Brat.

I didn't save your life for that crap.

Don't let anyone else take his head.

246 wins, 246 losses,

and one draw...

Next time, the country or whatever won't matter.

I'll mop up everything else