Pacific Rim – Gintama Style

Kagura walks through the large gaping hole that probably used to be a door and her eyes widen at all the people hustling around. She has a bag over her shoulder, just a single large duffel, and no one is paying her any mind as she meanders through the masses. The only time people look at her or speak to her is when she gets in their way. They’ve all got somewhere to go and Kagura doesn’t know where she’s supposed to be. She was only told where to be, what facility, but nothing beyond that.
“You look lost, kid.”
“Can’t be lost if I’m in the right place.”
Kagura turns to the sound of the voice and she’s surprised to find a blond staring at her. She’s taller, older, and has a scar on her face, but she’s still one of the prettiest women Kagura has ever seen. Her hair is held up in a tight bun and her eyes are an unusual color, one that Kagura can’t quite put a name to. She’s well built and looks strong, the sleeveless shirt she’s wearing highlights the slender curves of muscles in her biceps.
“You one of the recruits?”
“Yeah, who’re you, lady?”
“I’m the one that got sent to show you around.”
“Oh, I get a tour guide?”
“That’s one way of putting it. You’re Kagura, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, who’re you?”
“You can call me Tsukuyo.”
“Okay, Tsukki! Where do we start?”
Tsukuyo frowns and starts walking for Kagura to follow. “It’s Tsukuyo.”
“Of course, Tsukki, that’s what I said!”
Kagura grins when Tsukuyo gives her a look of reprimand, but it’s a harmless one. She follows Tsukuyo down through a few hallways shoots and as they go, the amount of people thin out. With less voices to ricochet against the walls, it’s quieter and makes it easier to talk without having to raise their tones.
“Can I ask you something, Tsukki?”
“What is it?”
“Are you a pilot?”
“I am.”
Kagura sucks in a breath and runs forward to get in front of her to stop her. “You’re a pilot! Who’s your partner? What’s it like? Have you seen my brother?”
“You’ll meet my partner at some point, you have to experience what it’s like being a pilot in order to understand it, and no, your brother hasn’t been around for a long time.”
Tsukuyo pushes by her to keep leading her and Kagura hikes her bag up to hurry after. She can’t believe she has only just arrived and she has already met an actual pilot! Kagura has spent so long living in poverty while only being able to catch snippets of the fighting on the public big screen news feeds and from small articles she has managed to snatch from the trash to read.
Coming here had been one of the most difficult decisions she has ever made.
With her mother sick, her father abroad working in construction to support them, and her brother away fighting, Kagura had had to take on the role of caregiver at a young age. Scrounging up food, helping her mother, doing all the cooking and cleaning, and running all the errands are all endless jobs she’d had to repeat every single day. When she’d gotten an invitation to come all the way out here and tryout for a potential piloting position, it’d felt like a dream. She knows her invitation extends from her brother’s success as a pilot, but that doesn’t take away any of the surrealism that still has her reeling.
She’d originally planned on refusing, despite her desire to do more than just watch everything break apart around her. She has always wanted to do more, to help fight, to be more than some street scuttling rodents that picks at scraps and barely gets by. There’s two reasons she’s here right now, the first being that her mother had encouraged her to go and the second, most important reason, is that once Kagura had gotten in contact with the right people, she’d been able to arrange care for her mother. Again, that’s thanks to Kamui’s outstanding prowess as a fighter and that puts a lot of weight on Kagura’s shoulders since she has so much to live up to while in his shadow. It has been years since she has seen him and she’s still angry at him for abandoning them, but a part of her is still proud of him for all he has accomplished in the war against the Amanto.
“Dump your stuff here.”
Kagura throws her bag into the indicated spot amongst other belongings and follows Tsukuyo down another hall. She’s not worried about leaving her stuff, there’s nothing of value in there and all the important things she keeps on herself. The sounds of fighting can be heard and Kagura can feel her heart beating faster in reaction. She hasn’t been trained in fighting, but she knows how to do it – no on survives in the streets without learning to fight.
There’s a bunch of people in the room they walk into and some of them are fighting while others linger back in small clusters to talk amongst themselves. She looks around and takes it all in while keeping Tsukuyo slightly in front of her. Kagura isn’t used to being in a place like this and the familiar streets and hotspots she used to visit are hundreds of miles away. She can’t recognize anyone since the big screens at home are cracked enough to muddle the images and actual pilots are never shown, only their Jaegers are.
“These are all pilots?”
“No, not all. A lot of them are here to try out like you while some have just come in here to train and check out the recruits.”
“Oh.”
“What do you know about piloting?”
“I wasn’t told very much, but they gave me some stuff to read on my way here.”
Tsukuyo nudges Kagura farther off to the side so they have more solitude and asks, “Was it one of those tablet tutorials?”
“Yeah!”
“What did you learn?”
“It taught me about the right and left hemisphere, drift compatibility, the categories of the Amanto, all the risks involved, and it had a copy of what my contract would look like if I got one.”
A small, pleased smile curves Tsukuyo’s lips. “Glad you were paying attention.”
“I didn’t want to be behind when I got here.” Kagura eagerly looks around the room again as Tsukuyo casually leans against the wall. “Which ones in here are pilots?”
“See if you can pick them out.”
Kagura takes her time studying different people, but she’s finding it difficult to tell which ones might be recruits, pilots, workers, trainers – they all look the same. There are some that she’s sure are there just to hang out or mingle with the pilots, they just don’t have the… vibe of pilot material. She points to her top five picks and Tsukuyo shakes her head each time with an increasingly amused smirk. Frustrated, Kagura starts blindingly picking people out and she swears Tsukuyo is taking pleasure in telling her no.
“Who’s that angry guy over there?”
Tsukuyo follows where she’s pointing and her smirk disappears. “That’s a pilot.”
“Him? He doesn’t look it,” Kagura says and her nose curls a bit.
“That one there, he’s the left hemisphere and the one across the room with the bright permy hair, that’s his partner, the right hemisphere.”
“How drift compatible are they?”
“You’ll see for yourself.”
“That’s not fair, Tsukki! You’re supposed to be my tour guide, but you’re being very stingy with information here!” Kagura looks back to the two pilots and looks them over carefully as she tries to figure out what physical traits might contribute to good pilots. “Are his eyes naturally red or does the drift do that?”
“Natural, so far as I know.”
“Are they good at piloting?”
“Yes, very.”
“Why aren’t they near each other?”
Tsukuyo scoffs, “They’re fighting again, probably.”
“They don’t like each other?”
“You misunderstand,” Tsukuyo corrects, “it’s more the opposite problem.”
Kagura tilts her head in confusion, but Tsukuyo stills anymore questions with a raised hand. The topic gets dismissed and Kagura keeps trying to pick out more pilots only to find that Gintoki and Hijikata – she at least learns their names – are the only ones around.
-o-O-o-
It’s the next day and Kagura is on her way to meet up with Tsukuyo. She had been shown to her room the night before and Tsukuyo had escorted her around the large compound to give her a general feel for where everything is. They ate dinner together and she’d gotten quizzed on different parts of a Jaeger and how it functions. Tsukuyo takes Kagura’s questions in stride and answers them all as best she can when she isn’t deflecting them with cryptic phrases like, “You’ll find that out later.” Kagura’s first night had been restless and it doesn’t help that she has to share a space with three other girls. The compound is tight on housing, so a lot of people get bunked up together, and Kagura’s relieved she doesn’t have to share a bed.
“Morning, Tsukki!” Kagura greets and as soon as the words leave her mouth, a shrilling alarm blares from the intercoms. She slams her hands over her ears and shouts over the noise, “What’s that?”
“Amanto warning,” Tsukuyo replies and waves to her, “follow me!”
She takes off running and Kagura sprints after her, but finds it difficult to keep up. She has to really push herself to not be left behind or get lost in the crowds and when they reach a large metal door, she’s breathing a lot harder than Tsukuyo is. Once they’re passed the thick metal through a smaller door built into the slab, the sirens aren’t nearly as loud and seem almost far away.
“What’re we up against?” Tsukuyo asks as she moves up toward one of the modules in front of a panel of huge windows.
“It’s a category three,” replies a tall man with broad shoulders and dark short hair.
“Need me to go out?”
“Not yet, we’re starting with one unit and seeing how they handle it. If they need reinforcements, you’re first in line.”
“Who’re you sending?”
A bespectacled boy closer to Kagura’s age laughs and punches some buttons on the module. “Who do you think?”
Tsukuyo sighs. “Isn’t their Jaeger still under repair?”
“No, that was finished a couple days ago,” a young woman answers.
“Come over here,” Tsukuyo says and puts an arm around Kagura’s shoulder to guide her off to the side.
They stand together out of everyone’s way and Kagura watches through the window as a massive Jaeger gets prepared to be dispatched. Everyone in the room has a job and start taking their positions with headsets over their heads, chairs pulled up to monitors, and there’s a visible communication network that flashes up onto the screen. A moment later, a new screen pops up to show the inside of the Jaeger itself and Gintoki and Hijikata can be seen entering in their suits. The audio isn’t on yet, but she can tell they’re talking or perhaps arguing as they take their positions. They get locked in and a picture of the Amanta flashes up onto the screen to show that it has almost emerged from the portal.
“You two ready to rift?”
The speakers come on with a static blip and Gintoki says, “We’ll be good to go as soon as this asshole admits to throwing out my favorite pants!”
“They were old,” Hijikata yells incredulously, “there wasn’t any part of them that didn’t have holes in them!”
“So you did do it!”
“Who else would go into your things and toss it? We live together, dumbass!”
“Why not just say that? Why pretend like you had no idea where they were?”
“Because you broke my lamp, so I enjoyed watching you look for something that wasn’t there!”
“That was an accident!” Gintoki wriggles against the system locking him in so he can glare at Hijikata. “I didn’t purposefully break anything!”
“Like hell! You were mad at me for –”
“You two can continue this later,” the man on the center podium interrupts, “don’t forget there’s an Amanto attack….”
“Ready for drop,” Hijikata says.
“Ready,” Gintoki echoes.
The Jaeger gets dropped from the bay area and the two pilots easily land while clicking some buttons within their control center. Their spat seems to have been forgotten and both of them are on task and working efficiently.
“Finish up,” the man voices and Kagura labels him as some kind of Commander, “we need to engage neural link.”
“On it,” Gintoki replies and finishes with his setup.
Hijikata stands straighter. “Initiate rift.”
A button gets pressed and suddenly the main screen lights up to show two brains. There’s a cluster of links that fill the screen and there’s a small model of a body in the lower right hand corner. Kagura’s eyes go wide as she watches the two pilots stand with their eyes closed and while it’s quiet in the room, there’s a whirl of motion happening on the screen. She glances up at Tsukuyo to find her staring at the screen as well and there’s a rumple in her brow that Kagura doesn’t know how to decipher. Hijikata opens his eyes and shakes his head, but Gintoki remains motionless and there’s a lot of red encompassing part of the screen.
“Tosshi, you’re stable, but you’ve got to reel your partner back in, he’s way out of alignment.”
“Yeah, I got it. Oi! Bastard! Let go of – wait… what? What’re… oh. Kondo-san, hold on just a second.”
Hijikata’s eyes close again and it’s a short buzzing silence later that Gintoki’s eyes pop open. He shakes his head and his face gives nothing away as he comes back into himself. Kagura watches the meters and bars spike, then Tsukuyo directs her attention to a set of vitals in the center. There’s a percentage at the bottom of the interface and Kagura’s lips part slightly as she sees what the compatibility number for the two of them settles on.
“Ready,” Hijikata says as his eyes open.
Gintoki smirks and shouts, “Time to kick some Amanto ass! Woo! Strawberry Mayo is on the move!”
“That is not what we’re called!”
“It’s better than Mayo Blaster!”
“That was Sougo’s idea, not mine!”
The two of them continue to bicker and Kagura is transfixed as the Jaeger moves out with the pilots in perfect synchronization. Their legs move to make the Jaeger walk and their suits are glowing in some parts, especially at the hands where some controls are. There’s so much to this world that she doesn’t know yet and seeing it like this, she’s getting a glimpse into what her brother does and how he lives. Slipping out from under Tsukuyo’s arm, Kagura heedlessly gets closer to the mainframe because she doesn’t want to miss anything. She’s hungry for insight, for any kind of information, and now, absurdly, she’s terribly curious as to how these two pilots came to be partners.

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Tsuyoku Naritai! (I Want To Become Stronger)

In Orthodox Judaism there is a saying:  "The previous generation is to the next one as angels are to men; the next generation is to the previous one as donkeys are to men."  This follows from the Orthodox Jewish belief that all Judaic law was given to Moses by God at Mount Sinai.  After all, it's not as if you could do an experiment to gain new halachic knowledge; the only way you can know is if someone tells you (who heard it from someone else, who heard it from God).  Since there is no new source of information, it can only be degraded in transmission from generation to generation.
Thus, modern rabbis are not allowed to overrule ancient rabbis.  Crawly things are ordinarily unkosher, but it is permissible to eat a worm found in an apple—the ancient rabbis believed the worm was spontaneously generated inside the apple, and therefore was part of the apple.  A modern rabbi cannot say, "Yeah, well, the ancient rabbis knew diddly-squat about biology.  Overruled!"  A modern rabbi cannot possibly know a halachic principle the ancient rabbis did not, because how could the ancient rabbis have passed down the answer from Mount Sinai to him?  Knowledge derives from authority, and therefore is only ever lost, not gained, as time passes.
When I was first exposed to the angels-and-donkeys proverb in (religious) elementary school, I was not old enough to be a full-blown atheist, but I still thought to myself:  "Torah loses knowledge in every generation.  Science gains knowledge with every generation.  No matter where they started out, sooner or later science must surpass Torah."
The most important thing is that there should be progress.  So long as you keep moving forward you will reach your destination; but if you stop moving you will never reach it.
Tsuyoku naritai is Japanese.  Tsuyoku is "strong"; naru is "becoming" and the form naritai is "want to become".  Together it means "I want to become stronger" and it expresses a sentiment embodied more intensely in Japanese works than in any Western literature I've read.  You might say it when expressing your determination to become a professional Go player—or after you lose an important match, but you haven't given up—or after you win an important match, but you're not a ninth-dan player yet—or after you've become the greatest Go player of all time, but you still think you can do better.  That is tsuyoku naritai, the will to transcendence.
Tsuyoku naritai is the driving force behind my essay The Proper Use of Humility, in which I contrast the student who humbly double-checks his math test, and the student who modestly says "But how can we ever really know?  No matter how many times I check, I can never be absolutely certain."  The student who double-checks his answers wants to become stronger; he reacts to a possible inner flaw by doing what he can to repair the flaw, not with resignation.
Each year on Yom Kippur, an Orthodox Jew recites a litany which begins Ashamnu, bagadnu, gazalnu, dibarnu dofi, and goes on through the entire Hebrew alphabet:  We have acted shamefully, we have betrayed, we have stolen, we have slandered...
As you pronounce each word, you strike yourself over the heart in penitence.  There's no exemption whereby, if you manage to go without stealing all year long, you can skip the word gazalnu and strike yourself one less time.  That would violate the community spirit of Yom Kippur, which is about confessing sins—not avoiding sins so that you have less to confess.
By the same token, the Ashamnu does not end, "But that was this year, and next year I will do better."
The Ashamnu bears a remarkable resemblance to the notion that the way of rationality is to beat your fist against your heart and say, "We are all biased, we are all irrational, we are not fully informed, we are overconfident, we are poorly calibrated..."
Fine.  Now tell me how you plan to become less biased, less irrational, more informed, less overconfident, better calibrated.
There is an old Jewish joke:  During Yom Kippur, the rabbi is seized by a sudden wave of guilt, and prostrates himself and cries, "God, I am nothing before you!"  The cantor is likewise seized by guilt, and cries, "God, I am nothing before you!"  Seeing this, the janitor at the back of the synagogue prostrates himself and cries, "God, I am nothing before you!"  And the rabbi nudges the cantor and whispers, "Look who thinks he's nothing."
Take no pride in your confession that you too are biased; do not glory in your self-awareness of your flaws.  This is akin to the principle of not taking pride in confessing your ignorance; for if your ignorance is a source of pride to you, you may become loathe to relinquish your ignorance when evidence comes knocking.  Likewise with our flaws—we should not gloat over how self-aware we are for confessing them; the occasion for rejoicing is when we have a little less to confess.
Otherwise, when the one comes to us with a plan for correcting the bias, we will snarl, "Do you think to set yourself above us?"  We will shake our heads sadly and say, "You must not be very self-aware."
Never confess to me that you are just as flawed as I am unless you can tell me what you plan to do about it.  Afterward you will still have plenty of flaws left, but that's not the point; the important thing is to do better, to keep moving ahead, to take one more step forward.  Tsuyoku naritai!

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A Ballsy Look at Gender and Probably More

“Manly? Womanly? Are those random values that others made up really what you were striving toward? If things were so clear cut, then neither men, women, you, or me would be leading such painful lives.”

If there was one popular manga arc that said quite a lot about society standards, this is one of them. The Gintama anime finally covered one of the more intriguing arcs in its decade-long run, the Genderbend Arc (which was published in Volume 50). It expands more on the character of Kyubei Yagyu, who I discussed years ago, and her continued struggle to fulfill an assigned gender role. The arc really highlights the changing times in the psychology of many youth in Japan.

The arc starts with Kyubei running into a mysterious fortuneteller who somehow knows about her struggle to be a man. The fortuneteller says she can ease Kyubei’s emotional pain by turning her into a man completely. Kyubei becomes reluctant at first, but decides to humor the fortuneteller. A big laser from the sky hits Kyubei and the entire town of Kabukicho (the main setting of Gintama).
Kyubei wakes up to see that she looks very masculine and has male genitalia. She laments that she’s become Jyubei Yagyu, which is a pun on her name.

However, it’s not only her that switched biological sexes. All the citizens of Kabukicho, including the Yorozuya, Shinsengumi, Ayane “Sacchan” Sarutobi, and Tsukuyo, have switched. It turns out the fortuneteller was part of a cult that worships a god called Dekobokko, which preaches strict guidelines for gender roles. The heroes decide to fight against the cult and ends up learning several lessons about each other in their new roles along the way.

The Dekobokko cult believes that both men and women have been acting disgusting with their behaviors. They criticized men for being otaku and women for being aggressive. The cult preaches an ideology that isn’t different from religions that preach defined roles for families. Take for example, Christianity. When I was really struggling with depression years ago, I decided to go to a Christian church to make friends. At first, I was happy since they made me feel loved. Over time though, something bothered me about them. I didn’t say anything to any of the church attendees, but I slowly felt that they seemed to disrespect the role of women.

The church I went to suggested that women have to submit to their husband’s will. As someone who made friends with strong women who were non-religious, something felt off. I could be wrong (I’m sure someone give me a solid answer), but I stopped going overall because of that and more. Dekobokko makes me think about those days as enforced ideals are sometimes dangerous and not perfect for everyone as they are used as psychological bait (due to no one being taught how to question ideas) to convince confused individuals.

Kyubei was a perfect target for the cult because they both shared confusion over their assigned gender roles in society. Both struggle to be men and/or women. They feel angry at forces beyond their control. The psychological concept of gender placed a huge hold on them. When one looks at Kyubei after her initial debut, she becomes a bit more open compared to the coldness she displayed when acting as a “male” at first. Yet as Kyubei admits, she became a joke character as she is portrayed as another stalker-type character in Tae Shimura’s life and someone who desperately wants a penis. It’s easy to make a change, but if the whole world keeps telling you otherwise, then what can you do?

At the same time, Kyubei is still an teenager. She’s 17. She will make mistakes that can be forgiven. There was a point where Kyubei was angry at herself because she let other people get involved in her desire to be a man. Her love for Tae Shimura, who wasn’t affected by the sex switch as she was out of Kabukicho when it was hit, guided her thought process. She said that she wasn’t a man or a woman, just “cowardly scum.” Kyubei learns an important lesson that many people don’t realize – being born a certain sex has little impact on one’s personality. Female Gintoki Sakata reminds Kyubei of that with the quote stated above.

What’s more interesting is how the other characters react to their sex changes. While they still retained the idiotic parts of their personalities, a few of the characters thought about their satisfaction with their new roles. The female characters of Gintama, now turned male, showed off their toughness even more, much to the displeasure of Gintoki. Tae made a remark that the former male characters should just stay women because they were useless. Tsukuyo even suggested that they all become prostitutes for Yoshiwara. Both sides argued until the Dekobokko cult pulls a cruel trick on the heroes as it restores the town to normal except them, since they were attacking an underground base of the cult’s. The main characters decide to accept their new roles at first, but choose to return to their previous genders in the end.

Even though fans knew everyone was going back to normal, why would anyone decide to go back to their original sex even if their new role provides enlightenment? In one scene after everyone’s reluctant acceptance, female Kondo Isao, the famous stalker of Tae’s, talked about how he never thought about masculinity and femininity until he became a woman. He admitted that it changed his perspective for the better. But perhaps that’s the thing – he started thinking about it all of a sudden. What’s worse was that the change was a forced one. There was always a possibility that trying to live up to strict gender expectations will drive anyone (male or female) mad at some point.

It’s interesting since we’re all taught to imagine what it’s like to be in another person’s shoes. What if we suddenly were in the shoes of someone completely different from us? Does it really change people? It makes me think about the social experiments where certain individuals decide to become homeless for a set period of time. They come out with a better understanding of what it’s like to be homeless, but the thing is that they had the option of backing out (which homeless people don’t have) that provided a sense of control if things went wrong. Imagine if they were homeless for a really long period of time with no guarantee of available resources. That’s what the Gintama characters seemed to experience – an experiment that should stay an experiment with no potential cure in sight.

Right now, Japanese youth (and many other youth in the world for that matter) are facing situations where they have to act like how their assigned sex is supposed to behave. Boys have to be “boys,” while girls have to be “girls.” There are studies that show that forcing gender roles onto children doesn’t do them any good. It’s as if the general mentality is to let men run into the wild as they were born to do so and that women should be there to calm them down when necessary. Why? Because the world thrives on families and communities that follow orders. Rampant individualism doesn’t benefit since it’s all about the self and no one else. But don’t some folks realize that being different is an attractive quality to people and that their actions can unintentionally make the world a better place?

There was a gag in the arc where female Kondo performs outdoor defecation in an empty alley as s/he was unaware of gender bathroom norms. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to take a dump on those gender roles and come away with a cleaner planet not clogged with them.

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Individual production for game cards

Proposed rough draft to the original hearing in the case notes, project rooms

Further hearings and deliver data in a specified format

Evaluation

About The Creator

Very satisfied

Is a great creator who can quickly detailed discussions. We are very pleased on the completed.

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Very satisfied

And register the various creators like many arts in very easy to use and helpful.

Project Detail

Fee

JPY500 (Tax Included)

Completed Date

06.Nov.2012

Term

7 days

Job Category

MOE illustration

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the Illustration

Card game produced by personal uses illustrations

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Transfer copyright to the Client(The Artist will NOT exercise her/his moral rights)

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About delivery time
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Message to
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It is "produced by individual games" for card illustration production request.
The game is completed as a basic free Web games
Is going to the public on the Web.
　　（ * so hardened about copyright in terms of sales and distribution and
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Why do I think that Gintoki has some feelings for

Many Gintama fans think that Gintoki really doesn’t like Tsukuyo, and he just sees her as a “drunk terminator”. Unfortunately for those who hate this pairing, I will give you some proofs that our main character has some feelings for Shinigami Dayuu.

First, I will show you how Gintoki is interested in Tsukuyo’s look/body. Many guys like a woman who has an hourglass body, just like Gintoki, but have you noticed that he proposes to do kinky stuff mostly to her? Of course, he said many naughty proposals to other women, but did he insist with the subject? Or did he tell them more than one suggestion? I don’t think so. But look how many times he wanted Tsukuyo:









(I think we can observe that he’s the type of a guy who doesn’t like to make a pass at a woman who isn’t conscious)









But he also has a soft side which was revealed when he told Tsukuyo that her scars don’t matter, that she is beautiful, and that she should be proud of the path she walks upon.

Also, many girls from Gintama, made a bad first impression on Gintoki (for example Otae or Sachan), but Tsukuyo was the first, and I think, the only woman who made Gintoki believe that she is a nice girl, although they were enemies! Which means that at their first meeting, his attitude towards her is way different from the other ladies.



And can we forget the moment when Gintoki took her kiseru (pipe), saying that “If you want a smoke that badly, come back alive" which means that he wanted to see her again, even though they’ve never met before. And this moment is also precious







Look how tight he clenched her pipe because he was worried about her.

Also Tsukuyo has physically abused Gintoki, the worst abuses she has done are when she was drunk (because Sorachi is a troll, and doesn’t want to leave her being perfect). Besides that, she throws kunai at him when he says/do something stupid, nothing more, nothing less. For example:







But let’s make a comparison between Tae’s behaviour and Tsukuyo’s. Which one do you think is more violent? I put my bet on Tae.













When Kondo started stalking Tae, she asked for help and, obviously, Gintoki accepted, and Tae lied to Kondo by saying that she and Gintoki are a couple, believing that he will stop bothering her. But in Red Arc Spider, when Tsukuyo and Gintoki were in a pinch, he said that they were together (in order to escape from drug dealers) and not Tsukuyo!







In Scandal Arc, where Gintoki had to live with Kyuubei, Tae and Sachan, he said “I’m home” only to Tsukuyo, which implies that Tsukuyo’s company is more pleasing than the others’.



And who made Gintoki blush so hard? I mean, many women make fun of him, and he couldn’t care less, but in Tsukuyo’s case, he feels embarrassed.



And who made Gintoki cry? Here’s the answer





And let’s not forget that Tsukuyo and Gintoki have the same tragic past. Both of them lost their sensei, and when Tsukuyo discovered that Gintoki had the same sad fate as her, she understood why he was so mad about Jiraia’s mistreatment towards her. At this point, we can say that they understand each other, because it’s harder to understand or to feel the pain that comes with the loss if you haven’t experienced it. And if they can talk more about this issue, they will develop a stronger bond, but, again, Sorachi is a troller and doesn’t want to make them be together! TT_TT.













Why do I insist this? Because Tsukuyo is a gorgeous, independent and a strong woman. She prefers to shoulder the burden alone, and to resolve things without involving her friends (just like Gintoki).





She is very considerate when it comes to people’s feelings in Yoshiwara’s Burning arc and Character poll arc, even though it will hurt her physically or spiritually.







Also, she isn’t a clingy woman like Sachan or a ferocious woman like Tae.

Personally, I have nothing with these girls, I like them very much when they are serious, but when they act ridiculously, they are pretty annoying.

This is why I do think she and Gintoki are meant to be together. And I believe that Tsukuyo is gender counterpart of Gintoki. They are stubborn, strong, kind, and they put friends’ lives before their own lives.



Thank you Arianna (aka canyoudigitmotherlicker ) for checking my english!

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