For the first time in nearly ten years, nightfall descended over Yoshiwara.
No longer was it the heavy metal dome that looked suffocating just to behold.
Instead, a silver crescent moon hung in the sky, and the stars glittered brilliantly.
Light had traveled from those distant celestial bodies and fallen directly upon the rooftops of this "Peach Blossom Land."
For once, no shamisen music sounded from the galleries and balustrades lining the streets.
Having received the news, the geishas leaned against their windows, quietly gazing up at the real night sky.
Some secretly wiped tears from the corners of their eyes, while others pointed at the stars and moon and cheered with delight.
Though it had come in a painful and violent way.
Freedom had finally arrived.
At that moment, Sakata Gintoki, with a lollipop in his mouth.
Was standing in an undamaged room within the "Night King's Attic."
His dead-fish eyes swept back and forth over the bustling streets below, which appeared to have regained their vitality.
He knew that in the dark alleys untouched by the celebratory lights.
Restless shadows were gathering.
It would not be long.
Before the vacuum left by the loss of Night King Hosen's suppression drew countless wolves and tigers that had smelled meat.
Or rather, impatient wild dogs had already come knocking.
"Gin-chan, a bunch of tattooed guys showed up here saying they wanted to collect some kind of 'management fee,' aru."
Kagura's cheerful voice came from the landline on the table behind him.
In the background came the clear, dull thuds of fists striking flesh, along with screams rising and falling one after another.
"But I've already taken care of them."
"Gin-san, someone was found stealing supplies in the eastern warehouse district."
At that moment, Shinpachi entered the room and said, "Miss