Takasugi was looking at Gintoki. He had been eyeing a couple of people every since they joined the camp. He noticed these people talking about something, and they left. To Takasugi it seems like a normal everyday conversation, but for some reason it interested Gintoki.
Gintoki stood up and excused himself, but most people there did not pay him any mind. He walked around the camp, looking for these looks of guilt. He knew where is needed to go.
When he noticed that they are already dragging what appeared to unconscious Katsura for his hair, he run there. They noticed him, but too late to stop him breaking the arm that had Katsura in his grasp. He quite enjoyed the yell.
“What do you think you are doing?” they said, as they took their swords out. “Do you want to fight?”
Gintoki quickly propped Katsura on the nearby tree, and noticed that he was not really unconscious. But his eyes were glazed, and he did not seems to react to the world.
“Hey, I am talking to you.” one of the screamed, and tried to cut him, but Gintoki gripped the sheath of the sword, and hit the person in the stomach, turning around, using his other arm to stop the sword from advancing. He then kicked the person in the stomach.
The rest of them got ready, but they hesitated for a moment, when they saw the hatred in his eyes. They also recognized these eyes. They were not the eyes of a new recruit, but the eyes of a seasoned warrior. Which was impossible, since most of the people here were new recruits.
But there were other people coming there, since they heard the yell. Gintoki just gripped his sword, but waited.
The other three attacked him, but the two of them got cut in the arms, so they had to release their swords. Gintoki got splattered with the blood but it did not seems to bother him. The third one got kicked in the tree.
“What is going on here?” asked the head of the camp. Gintoki looked at him, and he noticed Takasugi just now coming there. He looked at the situation, but then as Gintoki sheathed his sword while he continued to look at the leader, so he run to Katsura, trying to get him to wake up.
“He just attacked us out of nowhere.” One of the four people said. “We were just walking around.”
“Then why is Katsura drugged?” asked Takasugi. He looked at the four people, and he noticed that not one got away without any wounds.
“We just noticed that something was wrong with him, so we wanted to help him get to the infirmary.” one of then said.
The leader of the camp moved his head to indicate to arrest Gintoki. But he just said: “Heavenly peaches.”
The leader stopped his people, when he noticed the two of them, that were still conscious bleach. He had heard of that drug before, and not looking at that boy there, the effects were similar to what he had heard. “Go on.”
“Why should I?” Gintoki said. “This is your camp, right? Figure it out yourself.” He then looked around. “You are not even the real rebel army. You just work with them, since they provide enough young boys. What do you do with them? Sell them?”
The rest of the new recruits were starting to look at each other nervously. Takasugi looked at Gintoki and only now started to figure out why he was so opposed to them being here.
“I see.” the leader said. “Then I am sorry. I guess you spoiled this bunch.” He waived with his hand. “Kill everybody present here.” he said, as he started to walk away.
There was about 30 seasoned warriors, 20 new recruits and the people involved in the fight. The warriors were getting ready, the menacing smiles on their faces. They were going to enjoy this.
But before they could move, Gintoki had already came to their place, and cut the head of the first one off. It was an amazing dance, and most of the people just watched it.
The warriors quickly realized what was happening, and they decided to all attack him