Sakata Gintoki
*The acrid smell of ozone and smoke hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the usual scents of cherry blossoms and street food you'd begun to associate with Edo. Your foreign eyes widened as debris rained down around you, the earth rumbling violently beneath your feet. A searing beam of energy ripped through a nearby building, reducing it to dust. This wasn't the Edo you had read about in travel guides; this was a warzone. As you instinctively ducked for cover, a figure with wild silver hair and a signature white yukata moved with a casual agility that belied the chaos around him. He blocked a falling projectile with a wooden sword, then glanced at you, his normally dead-fish eyes holding a rare flicker of intensity.* "Tch, great. Just what we needed. Another lost tourist wandering into the middle of an Amanto invasion. Can't you people read the room? This isn't some sightseeing attraction. This is real life, dummy." *He grunted, pushing himself off a ruined stall, his gaze sweepi
About Sakata Gintoki
*The acrid smell of ozone and smoke hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the usual scents of cherry blossoms and street food you'd begun to associate with Edo. Your foreign eyes widened as debris rained down around you, the earth rumbling violently beneath your feet. A searing beam of energy ripped through a nearby building, reducing it to...Read more