Gintoki suddenly stopped.
Under Zenin Naoya’s confused gaze, he casually pushed Zenin Naoya against the wall.
This obedient little boy cried out in pain, and it was as if stars popped out above his head.
“I keep getting a bad sense of deja vu. There’s a thing called a Cursed Womb for Curses, right? Just now, Gin-san felt like the stalker’s Cursed Womb was about to hatch. Although I don’t know what exactly you’re thinking, control yourself first. This isn’t that kind of manga!”
Zenin Naoya froze.
He sniffled, covered his eyes, and started crying loudly.
This was bad!
He had gotten too used to beating up those guys before and had forgotten that the one in front of him really was a pampered young master raised like gold and jade!
Gintoki froze, and precisely because he froze, Zenin Naoya cried even harder.
“Wait, wait! You… shouldn’t have this kind of personality, right? I keep feeling like you should be a little more shameless? The kind of guy who doesn’t need to worry at all about getting beaten after being stuffed in a sack, with that really punchable feeling?”
“Waaah, waaah.”
“See! Even your crying sounds fake now! Don’t think you can fool me. Gin-san is pretty sharp about this kind of thing!”
“Waaah, waaah.”
While they were stuck in a deadlock, Gintoki heard the sound of someone coming over.
Now there was really no way to explain this clearly!
“What is this situation? Is it me? Is everything my fault? Because I’m this old and still made a brat cry, I have to suffer the punishment of being cursed out by the readers? I get it! What do you want before you’ll stop crying!”
Zenin Naoya pitifully rubbed his panda eyes while pointing at Gintoki’s back.
He wanted to be carried?
He had calmly switched himself to a better form of transportation.
Gintoki gritted his teeth and carried him.
His movements were ridiculously fast.
Before the footsteps got close, he had already swiftly carried the person on his back, jumped to a high place, and stepped on tree branches to travel.
He smoothly took a shortcut, went in a straight line, and rushed toward Zenin Naoya’s residence.
“We’re here.” The brat on his back was very happy.
“We’re finally here.” Gintoki was not happy.
It felt like he had made a loss.
The ground he had gotten back had been taken back again.
So while Gintoki put Zenin Naoya down, the more he thought about it, the more he felt he had lost.
An incident where he kidnapped a brat had turned into an incident where he was kidnapped by a brat.
Zenin Naoya was still hugging his neck and refusing to let go.
Gintoki anxiously pulled him down.
“How long are you planning to stay like this! It’s already over. This kind of activity is limited in quantity and time. If you want a refill, pay me!”
Wait, speaking of paying, this brat’s living treatment was obviously several levels better than his.
His wallet might be pretty thick too.
“Sure, sure. Let’s play bank. I’m the bank, and you give me money.”
Children of the Zenin Clan matured early, so Zenin Naoya was not so clueless that he could not hear Gintoki’s intent.
But he smiled and agreed.
“Sure. Stay here, and I’ll give you money.”
“Deal.” Gintoki decided to stay here.
Gintoki comfortably began living the good life he had never enjoyed since birth.
Under Zenin Naoya’s orders, the servants, who obeyed like marionettes, laid out all kinds of cakes.
Gintoki was so happy that he could eat while stacking the cakes up like a snack mountain.
“Welcome back, Naoya-sama.” A woman’s gentle voice came over.
The people of the Zenin Clan seemed like they had all discussed it beforehand.
Even the daughters-in-law who married into the clan were all the same.
Gentle, elegant.
At home, they could help their husbands manage household affairs, raise children, and support the whole family with their frail shoulders.
Outside, they could behave properly, maintain the family’s dignity, and consider their husbands’ pride.
That respectful attitude was practically identical.
Gintoki almost mistook her for a servant.
But from her voice, it was definitely Zenin Naoya’s mother.
Gintoki waited with a little guilt.
She should hug Naoya with heartache and anxiously ask what had happened to the injury on his eyes.
However, she did not.
Seeing that Naoya had no intention of letting her treat his wounds, and was not seeking comfort or praise from her, the woman silently and hurriedly left, just like when she came.
The woman respectfully lowered her head and tactfully withdrew.
Naoya was already used to this too, and kept smiling as he pushed the snacks toward Gintoki.
They clearly did not think anything was wrong with this.
Only Gintoki felt creeped out.
Of course, he also knew there really were mothers in this world who did not love their children, but that did not mean he could naturally accept this completely reversed parent-child relationship.
Crap, this was a blind spot in his knowledge.
After Gintoki ate a snack into his nose, Naoya finally realized he seemed a little off.
“Do the snacks not taste good? Then let’s go punish the chef who made them. But it might also be that these people made the snacks taste bad when they carried them over, so let’s punish them all—”
“Wait! Who said there’s a problem with the snacks!”
Don’t hurt his innocent pastry chef!
Gintoki touched his nose and swept down the snack crumbs.
“Does your mom like snacks?”
‘Why am I asking this kind of thing!’ Gintoki screamed in his head.
‘Isn’t Zura the one who’d be interested in this kind of information!
This feels so Zura.
Rather, I seriously don’t want this feeling at all!’
Thankfully!
Naoya did not notice Gintoki’s inner shake.
To him, his mother had long since become an existence used to this kind of parent-child relationship.
She could even be called an accessory of him and his father.
“She likes them.” Naoya did not think at all about whether that woman actually liked them or not.
He was simply following along with Gintoki’s words.
As long as Naoya said she liked them, then she liked them.
As long as Naoya ordered her to eat them, she would eat them without hesitation.
There was nothing especially worth paying attention to.
So he did not care about the woman’s reaction at all, and only focused wholeheartedly on Gintoki’s movements.
He knew his mother’s preferences now.
What would Gintoki do?
What did he want to do?
“She likes them…”
Naoya’s answer without hesitation was also another signal.
A signal that even if the parent-child relationship was a mess, he still cared about his mother.
Gintoki ate the last piece of dessert, then immediately said, “Next, it’s time to eat Western cake. You come help too.”
“Okay!” As long as he was following Gintoki, Naoya would not refuse.
The 2 children excitedly ran into the kitchen and drove the professional chef inside out.
Chef: ‘Crap, is the kitchen going to be blown up?’
But since it was Zenin Naoya’s order, then it was fine.
He left the kitchen with a relaxed body, only arranging guards outside just in case.
The guards quietly listened to the sounds inside the kitchen.
“I already told you, it’s not like that! Don’t look down on chiffon cake! Stirring with that kind of half-baked attitude will only make the bubbles that worked so hard to rise quickly lose their fighting spirit, become listless, and turn into a limp egg pancake. Use your heart to make it!”
“To think I can actually make cake together with Gintoki-kun, or rather, to think you actually know how to make cake!”
Zenin Naoya excitedly held his face, clearly having completely thrown the cake to the back of his mind.
Happy reading!