Thank you for buying the 29th volume! Some time has passed in Japan since the previous one, and in the meantime the editor in charge has been replaced. So Mr Saito, a rugby player as romantic as a young girl, is leaving Gintama. He took care of it for more than a year, and since we had various things in common (the way we approached our work, impressive hobbies, a love of solitude, etc.) we immediately became friends and worked together having fun. But after only one year we were forced to change classes! Maybe it’s like at school, where when too many problematic brats gather they are split up the following year. Maybe the higher-ups thought a smarter kid was needed to help me grow up… and maybe you won’t believe it, but the hit man sent after him is Nakasaki, an intellectual editor, a graduate of the famous Tokyo University. He is 30 years old this year, like me, but he belongs to the elite, born into an elite family in which even his father is a graduate of Tokyo University. He ate rice with the elite three times a day! He grew up differently from me, who ate Chinese-style, unrefined rice prepared by my mother three times a day. He belongs to the elite! If he had moved to Nanamagari* police station, the chief would have surely told him, “Fine! We’ll call you elite from now on!” … A man like that may be able to form a pair with Officer “Chinese fried rice”, but they’ll never get along!
*Fictional police station appearing in the detective TV series Taoyo Ni Hoero.
And in this way, therefore, the ” Chinese-fried rice” agent ended up meeting the elite agent. There was a tip-off from Agent Utena (Saito) and the scum (Onishi) about the elite agent’s abnormal pride. I thought he was the kind of person who puts up a wall around himself and doesn’t easily detect his true nature, always putting some distance between himself and others. So I decided that I had to break down this wall, and throw Chinese-style fried rice at his face to create a relaxed atmosphere to facilitate conversation. So I broke down the wall of Agent ‘Chinese Fried Rice’, despite the fact that I am also tremendously proud, by approaching him… which is rare for me. After chatting for a while, at one point I asked him: “Do you belong to genus S or M, Mr. Nakasaki?” … Well, it was like throwing a jab at him! It was like saying, “I’m taking my socks off, so you make yourself comfortable!” … A jab to tell him to get off his high horse, asking a stupid question and pretending to be a fool. Then élite replied, “Hmm… I’d say more M, but in both categories both elements coexist, so you can’t generalize like that. Besides, I don’t really like a question like that, as a conversation in a gokon.
WHAT A DRAG TALKING TO AN ELITE!
I found an argument, and he said he didn’t like it?! What’s more, our elite man let slip: “Don’t think I’m the same as you fools!” …
Well, I partly understand him, it’s true that when I see a man and a woman fiddling around in a pub asking each other if they are more S or more M, it makes me think: “I’ll teach you what those with MS tendencies are like!”, but with him I found this argument even though I knew how he would react to making fools of themselves together forgetting his Tokyo University degree!
In such cases, instead of criticizing the joke, it’s more important that he eats a plate of Chinese-style stir-fried rice that the “Chinese-style stir-fried rice” agent with whom he will be working as a couple from now on has carefully prepared, and smiles… Even if the plate is smelly, filthy, attracts flies, there are peas he hates and it’s full of pubic hair!
DAMN ROTTEN MAN WHO BELONGS TO THE ELITE! I JUST WANTED TO SHAKE UP THE AWKWARD ATMOSPHERE! WHO CARES IF HE HAS S OR M TENDENCIES, OR IF HE CROAKS OR LIVES ON!
So, after a long time, I got angry… but actually the agent ‘Chinese Stir-fried Rice’ didn’t get angry there. Even though the rice was thrown on the ground, he stepped on it and said: ‘Ooh, as I thought, you don’t like it! To tell you the truth, I don’t like it either! Eh eh eh!” When such a situation arises, I feel great shame for the Chinese-style stir-fried rice I once served, because it was rejected big time! I make a face like I want to say, “That’s not mine,” and pretend I found it wrapped up in plastic wrap on the table when I got home from school, and threw it away saying, “Actually, I don’t want to eat that.” … Well, on that basis, I find it hard to get along with someone who belongs to the elite like him. If I don’t take him down a peg, he’ll annoy me at every turn!
Well, underneath it all, he’s a good person, every time he brings me food and he’s very considerate. But is it normal for him to turn up with a meat pie at the bloodiest moment just before delivery?! What does that mean? What is this annoying feeling I get? Am I Akage No An?! I don’t even understand how to eat that stuff! You should bring me Chinese-style stir-fried rice! So irritating!
That said, the special “One of the elite has arrived” ends here. Anyone who is irritated by this guy, and who wants to put him in the toilet, please write to the studio!
I await your opinions like: “Who cares about your Tokyo University degree, you moron! You ended up as the editor of Gintama anyway! Is that why you graduated from Tokyo University?”.
Until the next volume, goodbye! Ah, Mr. Saito, thank you so much for taking care of me!
New topic: “What’s the point of a meat pie? Imbecile!”
Yorozuya Shinigami 