(Land of Samurai.)
(That name of ours had already become dust of the past.)
(As the Amanto who descended from space twenty years ago steadily grew stronger, coupled with the Sword Abolishment Edict, the samurai had declined all the way.)
(In this era, there was a man who carried the soul of a samurai in his heart.)
(He was Sakata Gintoki.)
(By chance, I, Shimura Shinpachi, and Kagura-chan came to work at the Yorozuya run by this reckless sweets addict.)
(The three of us swore to cut corrupt Edo in two with a single stroke.)
(Huh, was that how the anime went?)
(Whatever, the important thing was that one day, the World Government suddenly descended.)
(Hey, editorial department, if you're doing a crossover with the series next door, at least give us a heads-up!)
The brilliant morning sunlight poured over every corner of Edo.
Yet the scene that should have been brimming with life—
was now shrouded in a bizarre and oppressive atmosphere.
Five spacecraft belonging to Harusame's 4th Division
were like iron birds caught in the grasp of an invisible giant hand.
At a perfectly synchronized speed and posture, they slowly descended toward the district below.
At the front of the flagship's open deck,
a black-clad figure stood alone beneath a purple umbrella.
He seemed utterly oblivious to the ship's instability as it descended, the howling wind around him,
and the tension spreading through the scene.
Kamui.
He still wore that distinctive Chinese-style outfit.
His orange-red hair, tied into a braid, rested against his chest.
The brilliant smile on his face, as though it would never fade, seemed even more dazzling than the sun overhead.
He narrowed his clear blue, sky-like eyes slightly and gazed down below with interest.
The streets were in complete chaos.
Under the guidance of