The land of samurai.
It had been a long time since our country was called that.
The Amanto forces that suddenly fell from the sky 20 years ago kept growing stronger, and with the Sword Ban added on top, the samurai class declined more and more.
In an era like this, there was still one man who carried the soul of a samurai.
His name was—Sakata Gintoki.
Though saying that…
But the production team is clearly weird, right!!!
That line is already outdated.
Read the room, the room!
The moment Gintoki opened his eyes, he saw a tiny, soft little hand right in front of him.
Whose kid had such a dirty little hand?
It was shoved right in front of his eyes.
Move it away already.
The kid’s dad or mom, anyone is fine, come out and do something!
Don’t think your kid is the cutest in the world and everyone likes looking at them.
That’s an illusion!
Kids are only fun when you use them to play.
The rest of the time, they just sleep, eat, pee their pants however they want, and then cry.
Gintoki frowned and moved the little hand farther away.
Then the hand just left like that.
It swayed left.
It swayed right.
“Ah…” Gintoki felt his right eyelid twitch.
Calm down.
This wasn’t just the first or second time already.
Turning into a cat, a dog, a woman, stuff like that—he had plenty of experience, right?
This time, he had only turned into a baby!
No problem.
This was his hand, right?
He was already at this age, yet he still got a chance to return to youth.
Life really got more challenging the longer you lived—like hell!
Help—!!!
Where’s the time machine?!!!
“Yi yi ah ah—”
“Are you hungry, Gintoki?” The small noisy cry called over a warm hand.
The woman gently patted his back, comforting him as she lifted him up.
Gintoki waved his hand and grabbed the woman’s collar.
Her kimono was decorated with plain, elegant embroidery, making her face look even softer.
They were golden ginkgo leaves, carrying the beautiful grace of autumn.
“How impatient. Do you like ginkgo leaves? Once Gintoki grows a little older, when you awaken your Cursed Technique at 6, we can leave this place and go see the outside.”
Cursed Technique?
That sounded really familiar.
Wasn’t that the thing from, uh…
His thoughts were stolen away by his mom, who was right in front of him.
Gintoki instantly shouted in his head, ‘I am kind of hungry, but still, thanks!
Okaa-san!
Gin-san doesn’t need such a grand reception!’
‘Something simple is fine, like powdered milk, rice porridge, goat milk, anything.
I’m not picky!’
‘I’m really not picky, so don’t, don’t—’
“Gulp…”
He felt like something invisible had already shattered.
But everyone was pulled out from their mom’s butt and then grew up at her chest.
There was nothing to feel ashamed about.
Even after growing up, you were still your mom’s son in her eyes.
So this was force majeure!
Because think about it.
Babies still had to eat, right?
This was a natural need.
If you didn’t do this, you couldn’t survive.
Don’t report this!
This is my lifelong request!
After begging the readers, Gintoki leaned in the woman’s arms, full, refreshed, and satisfied, then quickly wiped the nosebleed that flowed out onto her kimono.
“You’re better behaved than usual today. Good boy, good boy.”
She clearly did not mind.
After all, what could a newborn baby even do?
A lullaby for coaxing him to sleep naturally hummed from her lips, and her fingers gently stroked Gintoki’s still-curly silver hair.
His hair was not light brown like hers, nor pure black like Zenin Ogi’s.
It was a slightly dim yet pure silver.
His eyes were not light like amber, like hers, and they were completely different from Zenin Ogi’s black eyes.
They were blood-red eyes that people outside would hate.
But when those lifeless red eyes looked at her, she still felt love.
“As long as you’re healthy and happy, that’s enough.”
After hearing such a gentle wish from his mom, Gintoki wiped his fingers clean and looked up at her.
Fresh, brown, straight hair.
Jump-sama!
Grant Gin-san fresh straight hair!
This is my lifelong request!
After his mom coaxed him to sleep and, while she was at it, coaxed herself to sleep too, Gintoki decisively climbed out of bed.
A 2-month-old baby’s bones were still too soft.
Normally, just turning over would already take everything.
But Gintoki’s curiosity about his appearance after reincarnation beat everything else!
Though he did not know what that damn old man looked like, his mom was a great beauty with fresh straight hair.
Even if it was only a 50 percent chance, he could inherit those genes, right?
In other words, Gintoki could finally throw away his dirty natural curls and walk toward the peak of a fresh new life.
A beautiful future was waving at him!
Gintoki wriggled and wriggled.
After crashing to the floor several times, he quickly got used to his current body.
The way he crawled fast was like a swimming cockroach: gloomy, free, sunny!
Running toward a beautiful future!
A mirror in the room.
There was none.
Forget a mirror.
Even the furnishings were very plain, barely meeting the lowest living needs.
It was totally different from the gorgeous kimono on the woman.
Seeing that he could not find a clear mirror, Gintoki had no choice but to look toward the window, which could barely reflect things.
Even a puddle would be fine.
At worst, he could pour out a little golden water himself.
The window was too high.
Gintoki poked his head outside the door and saw the desolate scene outside.
Messy leaves were piled all over the ground.
The withered lotus flowers in the pond had turned black and collapsed into the water.
Rather than a place people lived in long-term, it looked more like an abandoned courtyard they had only moved into recently.
Even this kind of environment was pretty good, though.
It was probably that kind of thing.
His dad had suddenly gone bankrupt in business in middle age, so the whole family had no choice but to leave their once comfortable environment and fall to a place like this.
That was why his mom still wore a luxurious kimono and was completely unable to adapt to the current environment.
Right now, his dad was probably sitting silently in a park, pretending he still had a job.
That was how a midlife crisis went.
He could not face his wife’s look that said, “You can’t earn money anymore?” so he worked hard to keep up his shaky dignity in front of his family.
As soon as you let your guard down, life would quietly disappear before you knew it, along with the hair on your head.
Supporting a family really was tiring.
Raising Kagura and Sadaharu cost him a lot too, so he really understood that feeling.
As long as money was left there, it would quietly vanish before you knew it, along with the hair you lost.
Compared to that, the money that disappeared when playing pachinko had a clear form.
A pachinko machine should be placed here.
Without one, this would be way too hard to endure.
Gintoki lay on the ground and nimbly crawled toward the pond.
With one glance, he could tell whether it was straight hair or curly hair.
With one glance, he could see through the fate of his future!
He lay beside the pond.
Come on!
Fate!
A Cursed Spirit quietly floated out from the corner.
Gintoki was so scared he almost cried.
He immediately raced toward the mansion gate, his soft baby hands and feet crawling fast!
“Uwaaaah!”
Why was there this kind of thing?!
Half-transparent?
Floating lightly?
Amanto?
So it really was that!
It was a Stand!
Uwaaaah!
Why were there still Stands after reincarnation?
Was it because of Jump?
Could Jump just not escape this kind of keyword?!
Too obsessed, right?
It was already a new era now.
Stop clinging to past glory all the time!
Evil spirits, begone!
Happy reading!