Gintoki stared at Inosuke, who clearly was not joking.
Then he looked up at the unfamiliar Mount Fuji in the distance and Shogun Castle towering halfway up the giant tree.
A cool night breeze blew past, thoroughly sobering him up.
Gintoki opened his mouth, wanting to complain, only to find his throat seemingly blocked.
He had only thrown a party to let everyone know he was rich.
How had the world changed in the blink of an eye?!
"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Creator I've never met, aren't you taking this joke a little too far?"
"At least say hello first."
Gintoki's legs felt a little weak, and he forced a smile uglier than crying.
"Could Gin-san be dreaming?"
"Come to think of it, how could something like fifty million yen possibly happen to me?"
Yet no matter how much he muttered to himself and sank into doubt.
Everything around him mercilessly told him.
This was not a dream. This was reality.
The Yorozuya, along with all of Kabukicho and Yoshiwara.
Had indeed been packaged up and sent to another planet.
And it was the world of One Piece.
"Wait!"
At that moment, Shinpachi, dressed in trendy hip-hop clothes, ran downstairs, panting heavily. He pointed at Inosuke and cried:
"You said your name is Inosuke Hashibira?!"
"That Inosuke Hashibira from Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba?!"
"It really is you!"
"You've grown up a lot, but I can still recognize you immediately!"
Inosuke calmly nodded. "That's me."
They had long since grown accustomed to being recognized like this.
Seeing him admit it, Shinpachi's expectations instantly soared. He pushed up his glasses and asked:
"Then does that mean Miss Nezuko is here too?"
"Can I meet her?"
Of course.
Terakado Tsū would forever be the goddess in his heart.
But that did not