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smokingasters · 6 months

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PP Novels Resources (for my fellow deranged fans)

As a deranged PP fan, who was starving for dopamine I discovered some novel sources for the characters we all love! All novels/summary is in Russian (can be easily translated to English through Google Translation of the website. Use a VPN if the sites do not load)

If ya'll love the OG cast (Season 1), this is for you! I'm merely linking to the websites for your reading pleasure. I will try to link the ones that are complete, more under the cut.

*All due thanks to the dedicated translators who keep the fandom going* Psycho-Pass Zero

(Tumblr: Novel Translation *pending but I recommend reading this before the radio drama for plot coherence*) (Live Journal: Radio Drama Translation *complete*)

Content warning: Plastination case + Makishima is enough warning Timeline: Prequel to the Psycho-Pass S1 Kogami and Sasayama's bromance/outlines the gruesome murders in the Specimen case/follows the story of Touma Kozaburo and his obsession with Touko. Baby Kogami is so precious. Mitsuru Sasayama is the man, the legend. *sobs* Masaoka's whiskey persists + Ginoza the worrier.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: About A Girl (Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*) (Suggested Supplement: Yayoi/Shion Tidbits from PP Novel + Aoyanagi and Kozuki disaster)

Content warning: brutality against women, !pregnancy, !cultism, !infanticide. I'm not kidding when I mean it's brutal. Timeline: Post S1 with some flashbacks. Yayoi and Shion's relationship is the main focus. They investigate a case where pregnant minors are being sacrificed by a cult. Entirely from Yayoi's perspective, has many details about her past and how she and Shion feel about Division 1. I would encourage you to read this if you want a feminine/female perspective of the PP verse. Underlying themes of creativity, sex, romance, and hope + vital issues with the Sybil System. I added the supplement because it covers a bit more about Yayoi and Shion + explores the canon romantic relationships, I believe it is a good study of how PP handles canon relationships.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Restaurant de Campagne Kagari Shuusei

(Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*)

Content warning: None, really. This one is quite wholesome as PP can be except for Sybil's shenanigans. Timeline: Prequel to S1 (Flashback) Kagari and Div 1 + 2 investigate a series of gastronomic malfunctions in Sybil's food preparation system caused by a criminal called 'Harlequin'. It involves a "natural food" supply company called Gusto and a restaurant owner. The novel explores Kagari's interest in cuisines and the impact of food in the PP world. Kagari's perspective is quite refreshing and light, compared to the complexity in other novels.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Separation Ginoza Nobuchika (Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*)

Content warning: animal!cruelty, child!abuse, dogs. This one is a tearjerker. Timeline: Prequel to S1 + post S1 Inspector Ginoza, Kogami, and Sasayama investigate a case of rehabilitated animals/pets that are increasing the stress levels of Okutama, a remote place in the mountains. These pets were reintroduced and have gone feral. A doctor named Miyake was responsible for the reintroduction. Ginoza's calm yet poetic and wistful perspective is quite grounding. There's a sense of loss through this story, the theme of separation, and dogs being man's best friends. Any puns that made you think of Kogami are valid.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Mungungwha Choe-Gu-Sung

(Live Journal: Detailed Summary *partial translation*)

Content warning: !torture, !mutilation, !castration, graphic, mentions of NK-orea. It's quite disturbing and angsty. MAJOR tearjerker. Timeline: Pre-S1 + follows the plot of S1. This follows the story of Choe-Gu Sung, Makishma's accomplice, and his entry and activities in Japan. Explores family life with his younger sister Suseon and his friend Guynthae. It covers a major portion of his backstory in N-K and his eventual friendship with Makishima. If you felt nothing for this guy in S1, believe me, you will be sobbing through this one. He deserved a better ending ftw.

That's all. If I find anything else, I'll add it in another post. Enjoy delving into the world of Psycho-Pass in-depth, and don't forget the words said by a certain Enforcer:

When it's all over, you can cry as much as you like.

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monica2080 · 10 months

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PSYCHO PASS 1st SEASON

I love this picture ❤️

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crystalselene · 11 months

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My life

#psycho pass #ginoza nobuchika #nobuchika ginoza #masaoka tomomi #tomomi masaoka

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sekainofantasy90 · 1 year

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青柳さん、ありがとうな。

Thank you, Aoyagi-san.

智己 • 冴 • 璃彩 Tomomi/Sae/Risa

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18.02.2020

Questa scena è dedicata alla mia adorata mamma. Riposa in pace.

This scene is dedicated to my beloved mom. Rest in peace.

このシーンは私の最愛の母に捧げます。安らかに眠ってください。

#征陸智己 #Masaoka Tomomi #宜野座冴 #Ginoza Sae #青柳璃彩 #Aoyanagi Risa #サイコパス #Psycho-Pass #Psycho-Pass SS #サイコパス3 First Inspector #Psycho-Pass 3 First Inspector #劇場版 PSYCHO-PASS PROVIDENCE #PSYCHO-PASS PROVIDENCE THE MOVIE #PSYCHO-PASS PROVIDENCE

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pearlsephoni · 9 months

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To Paint a (Still) Life

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Gen

Characters: Tomomi Masaoka, Nobuchika Ginoza, Akane Tsunemori

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In a world that grows bleaker with every passing year, Masaoka does what he can to immortalize the little joys.

A/N: This was written for In Time: A Psycho-Pass 10th Anniversary Tribute zine. It was such an honor to be included amongst so many incredible creators in this tribute to an incredible series! Thank you to the mods @/temporarilyunstable and @/shikkokans for organizing everything! The zine site went live on November 12, 2022, and this fic was originally published on AO3 on June 26th, 2023. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

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Every good still life must first have a subject.

The flowers on the bedside table were starting to wilt, the edges of their petals turning brown and brittle despite the still-vibrant colors clinging to the rest of the satiny surface. Masaoka let his fingers brush the dry edges, a wry smile curving his lips.

“I’ll have to remember to bring you new ones next time, hm?” he asked.

He received no response, nor did he expect one. These visits usually found him speaking into the air, his words falling on unhearing ears.

But still, he came. There was no fixing their family now, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do…something to ease the damage. And he wasn’t the only one.

“I wonder where Nobuchika found these tulips,” he mused, his fingers wandering back to the red petals. “They’re awfully pretty. I’m glad he still appreciates beauty in the little things.”

A soft sigh came from the wheelchair parked at the large window. The sound drew Masaoka to its side, where he took a look at his wife’s—former wife’s, he corrected himself sullenly—blank features. To his surprise, there was an almost-imperceptible upward curve to the very edges of her lips. The small difference was enough to bring some light to her face, and for a single bittersweet moment, she looked like the vibrant woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“You always did love red flowers,” he murmured, unable to resist the urge to brush a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear. “I never would’ve expected him to remember. Our son is more thoughtful than he likes to let on.”

Another soft sigh, and the feeling of her leaning just the slightest bit into his gentle fingers. “He got that from you, Sae.” There was a hitch to his voice, almost imperceptible to his own ears, but the sight of her thumb tracing a small curve along the back of her clasped hands told him she’d heard.

His eyes wandered from her gentle features back to the flowers, the source of her quiet joy. Perhaps he should immortalize them somehow.

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Draw your chosen objects onto a canvas, taking care to get their shapes accurate.

“Ah, Ginoza.” Masaoka tried and failed to keep his surprise out of his voice. He had more success in biting back the smile that nearly rose to his lips at the sight of Ginoza’s mouth twisting. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“No honor, just news.” Ginoza’s green eyes flickered over his shoulder before snapping back to him. “Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

That was more like it. Masaoka never knew what to do with the brief glimpses he caught of his son’s deep-buried insecurity, and the quiet manners it brought out. This, though, this show of superiority and power that he’d put on ever since he entered the PSB as an Inspector, was something Masaoka was much more familiar with. “Of course. Come in.”

He didn’t wait for Ginoza to step in, simply left the door open behind him as he made his way back to the windows, where he’d set up a new canvas and his sketching pencils in front of a chair. He sat just as he heard the door clicking shut and Ginoza following him. “Well then,” he said as he took his pencil back up, “what is this important news?”

Silence fell where he’d expected a curt answer. He looked over his shoulder, and found Ginoza staring at the photo of Sae’s flowers that Masaoka had taken and was now projecting from his communicator. “…Ginoza?”

“Ah.” Ginoza blinked as though he’d been dragged out of a dream. Masaoka could easily read the way he shoved his glasses back up his nose, knew that it was a way to stall, but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned back to his canvas, and sketched.

“…Our division has been issued a new Inspector,” Ginoza finally announced. “She will be starting in a month, after she has completed her pre-work training.”

“I see.” Masaoka finished sketching out the petals of the second tulip. “And have the other enforcers received this news?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Ginoza’s voice sounded tight, and Masaoka almost felt bad about his gentle teasing. “What matters is that you will all know when she gets here, and you will all treat her with the respect that a superior deserves. I’ll have enough on my hands showing her the ropes as the only other Inspector. I don’t need to worry about your basic manners.”

With his face safely turned to his canvas, Masaoka finally let a small grin pull at his lips. “Understood, Inspector.”

“…Good.” Another beat of silence, then the sound of business shoes clicking back to the door.

“I’m sure she’ll be an excellent Inspector,” Masaoka suddenly spoke up, just before Ginoza reached the door, “especially under your instruction. You don’t have anything to worry about, Nobuchika.”

“I don’t need an Enforcer to tell me how to feel about this,” Ginoza bit out, “I know I’m capable of doing my job.”

That was about the response Masaoka expected to get. What he didn’t expect was the soft, “…I’ll see you Tuesday,” that came right before his door opened and closed.

His small grin broadened into a smile as he sketched out the smaller branches of leaves. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

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Paint in the base colors, working from the darkest colors to the palest.

Akane Tsunemori proved to be a little bundle of contradictions. Where Masaoka had expected a no-nonsense Inspector, he saw the walking embodiment of nerves and an eagerness to please. Where he anticipated her to crumble under the pressure of having such a gruesome first case, she instead stuck to her morals and shot down their most intimidating Enforcer. And where he expected her to flee the PSB after a hellish first day, she instead dug her heels in and worked to adapt. And she did so remarkably well. He just wished that didn’t include her stubborn attempts to understand one Shinya Kogami.

It was unnerving how much she reminded him of both Kogami and Ginoza when they first began working as Inspectors. She was determined to make a difference, wanted her work to be for the greater good, and not just the preservation of Sibyl. And just like before, Masaoka could already see the signs of their work hardening Akane’s skin like armor.

But there was something else. She wasn’t becoming tough to the core. Somehow, she still held on to her sense of justice, still wanted to believe in the inherent good of both the people and the system she worked to protect. Her determined optimism was achingly familiar to Masaoka—he remembered seeing it light up his son’s eyes when he was first assigned to the PSB, remembered seeing it flicker behind Kogami’s smile back when he was still an Inspector…remembered feeling it burn hot in his own chest when he was still a detective with a happy wife and a newborn son.

It never lasted long, not in this line of work, and especially not with Sibyl breathing down their necks. He knew it was only a matter of time before it faded from Akane as well. And yet…he still found himself wanting to protect it—protect her—for as long as he possibly could. If that meant discouraging her from lingering too long on her fascination with Kogami, then so be it. He’d seen first-hand the way Kogami’s dangerous mix of charisma, intelligence, and focus could tempt those around him into the same destructive habits.

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,” he told her, only to earn furrowed brows and a small frown in response. Ah, he realized, she really is cut from the same cloth. It didn’t matter what he said to her—she’d already made up her mind. Her wide eyes and gentle voice couldn’t hide her fierce curiosity and immoveable stubbornness.

Well…if he couldn’t convince her to protect herself, maybe he could find some way to keep her safe himself.

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Add details to the foreground and background, deepen the shadows to add more depth. This will help your subject stand out.

The door shut behind him with a soft click. Just like that, he was alone, isolated in his own home—or, cell…he really couldn’t tell the difference anymore—and left with no distractions from the mess he’d just made.

He’d thought he was so much older and wiser, thought that he had left behind the wide-eyed idyllicism that had drawn him to this god-forsaken career. But here he was, down one pistol and one set of keys to his safe house. He had just sent Kogami on what was essentially a suicide mission, and now he would have to face Tsunemori and Nobuchika and all the others, and watch them figure out what he’d done.

He knew giving Kogami a gun and refuge was a mistake. He knew it. And yet…he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any regret. The fool was always going to pursue Makishima, no matter the personal cost. At least Masaoka could tell himself he’d done what he could to lessen that cost, just a bit.

His eyes burned with exhaustion and his stomach burned with bourbon, but he didn’t move towards his bedroom. He instead found himself wandering into the moonlit living room, flicking on a lamp on his journey to the easel that was still set up by the windows. There was no way he was going to sleep. He might as well get some other work done while he could.

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At last, you can add the final details to your piece, such as brighter highlights. But be careful—less is more.

“Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, Ginoza-san.” Akane was growing used to the grief that had settled in her chest like a rock. It felt like her days were a never-ending parade of sorting through the things her loved ones had left behind—Kagari’s vintage tech collection, Kogami’s books, and now, whatever secret interest Masaoka had stashed away.

And yet, for all that she was getting “used to” the process, she still felt her eyes sting when she stepped into Masaoka’s old living quarters and breathed in the familiar scent of bourbon and paints. She could see the effects of being surrounded by his father’s presence weighing on Ginoza, and no amount of wry grins could keep her from noticing his curved-in shoulders.

“No need to use ‘-san’ with me,” he chuckled as he led her further into the salon. “You’re the superior, now.”

“I still learned everything about this job from you.”

“Not just me.”

The quiet words pulled her eyes from wandering around the room back to Ginoza. He was standing by a covered easel near the window, holding up one edge of the fabric to peer at the painting underneath with a small, sad smile. “He never finished.”

“Finished what?”

“This.” It was surprising, seeing how carefully Ginoza unveiled the painting, but not as surprising as what awaited underneath. Akane’s breath caught in her throat—she...she knew that painting. She could distantly remember watching Masaoka lay down the base colors so many months ago.

And the strangest thing was, it looked finished to her. The vase looked almost real from how detailed the reflections were, and the flowers looked like they could bloom straight from the canvas. “It looks done to me.”

“It’s not. The flowers, they…they look too alive. They were starting to go brown at the edges when he started painting them.”

“How do you—?”

“I gave these flowers to my mother. He must have taken a photo of them and painted them to let her enjoy them forever.” Something around his eyes hardened, and his fingers tightened in the fabric he was still holding. “He…he had plans and projects and now—”

His voice broke. The next thing Akane knew, the fabric was fluttering to the ground as Ginoza pressed his hands to his eyes, shoulders drawn up tight around his ears.

Akane had never seen anyone in the PSB cry. In fact, the last person she’d seen cry was Kaori at Yuki’s funeral. So she did what she’d done for Kaori: she stepped up to Ginoza, gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and didn’t let go, not even when she felt him stiffen. “Don’t,” she murmured firmly, “don’t apologize. We have to grieve for him. We have to remember him. We’re the only ones who can, Ginoza-san.”

He was frozen for a moment, his only movements coming from his shaking sobs. Then, like a drifting boat in search of a mooring, his hands fell from his eyes and clutched at the back of her shirt as his forehead came to a rest on her shoulder. “...Thank you, Tsunemori,” he whispered, his voice rough from his tears.

“Of course.”

Ginoza gave himself a few more breaths before he pulled away, granting Akane a look at his reddened eyes. “Um,” he murmured, rubbing at the lingering tear tracks on his cheeks, “would you…be willing to help me take this to my mother? I don’t know how well she remembers him, but…I think he was painting this for her in the first place. She should be the one to have it.”

“Give me the time and place,” Akane agreed with a smile. “I’ll be there.”

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give-ginoza-some-bread-and-sleep · 2 years

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HAPPY 10 YEARS OF PEAK ANIMATION STARRING THE BEST CHARACTERS ON EARTH.

#psycho pass #ppanime #psycho-pass 10th anniversary #psycho-pass #tsunemori akane #kogami shinya #ginoza nobuchika #Yayoi Kunizuka #Karanamori Shion #sho hinakawa #Makishima Shougo #sugo teppei #masaoka tomomi #arata shindo #kei mikhail ignatov #Shimotsuki Mika

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thinenotthee · 9 months

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Psycho-Pass Season 1 Episode 2

masaoka: they put a talking gun in my hand and expected me to be normal about it me: fair enough!

#psycho-pass #masaoka tomomi #he was right!

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writing-badger · 2 years

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Twitter Polls Make For The Bloodiest Battlefields - Chapter 5

Does Anyone Play Pokemon's TCG?

1 • 2 • 3 • 4 (Previous Chapter) • 5 • 6 • 6.5

Pairing: Sakata Gintoki x Reigen Arataka

Summary: Anime Twitter was thrown into chaos. Thirty-two "DILFs" were thrown into a merciless battle to find out who truly encapsulated the title of Dad I'd Like to Fuck. Two competitors begin to wonder whether the battle is worth it and maybe, just maybe, they can overcome their differences to find a way out.

Genre: Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: 2,678

Warnings: None

No matter how hard he tries, Gintoki cannot understand how anyone could believe a single word that spills out of Reigen’s mouth; no matter how charismatic he sounds. So what if he is a little bit charming, with just enough pathetic sprinkled in him to make him seem harmless?

The way that his eyes would, for the briefest of moments, skitter from side to side as he tries to think of what to say is so overtly suspicious that Gin can’t help but find it amusing. And don’t even get him started on the sweaty sheen that builds up on his forehead when he is caught off guard. If you’re going to con people, at least have thick enough hair to soak up your sweat… Not that that’s why Gintoki has thick hair or anything, it’s just a coincidence. He’s as trusty as they come!

Anyway, the important thing is that Reigen is so infuriatingly suspicious that Gin can barely stand it.

Although, he has to begrudgingly admit, misleading the opposition about the definition of DILF is an inspired move. There’s no way that they could win when they’re too busy barking up the wrong tree. He would almost find it hilarious how easily they were swayed by the conman if it wasn’t for the fact a number of them are now throwing the word around without a hint of irony.

Oh Pachi, Gin promises to apologise when he returns. He never thought it would be this painful.

Still, he wonders how long it will take for the group to realise that their very Live, Love, Laugh version of a DILF is completely wrong. It truly is baffling how someone like Cross Marian, a man who barely managed to scrape one point for his parenting skills, could genuinely believe that he qualifies. Gin will never forgive him for what he put Allen through, not one bit; no matter how cool he looks.

Despite his grievances, he has to admit that the fraud definitely boosted his chances. And, by making himself become an even more pathetic man the Reigen, no one will even consider him as a challenger. Now he just has to sit back and watch the competition fall apart in front of him without having to even lift a finger.

As he starts to imagine himself standing at the top of the winner’s podium, the robotic voice calls out for the next contestants. He hopes that they will put on more of a show so he can see how this poorly thought-out Pokémon copycat works.

The names of the next contestants flash across the screen; Ishigami Byakuya and Cross Marian. An interesting matchup for sure. It would be reasonable to think that Allen would easily beat Senku; having a supernatural advantage as well as being a skilled fighter. But whoever created this competition clearly wants it to be entertaining so there has to be something else to the game.

When the match begins, the contestants take a moment to try and figure out what they are doing. Gintoki tries to pay attention but he can feel someone’s eyes glaring a hole into him. It is so distracting that he ends up unable to concentrate.

Looking around, he spots the out-of-place mask that Haganezuka wears staring angrily at him. The swordsmith has been doing this since he arrived; never approaching Gin, just staring at him. Every now and then, Haganezuka looks as though he is about to finally make a move but ends up keeping his distance.

How is Gin meant to focus on psyching out his opponents when someone is doing the same thing to him?

Taking in a deep breath, he puffs his chest out slightly to make himself seem more intimidating, and then walks over to the masked man to confront him while the others are distracted.

Before he can utter a word, however, Haganezuka seems to have finally gained his confidence.

“How dare you!”

Ok, Gin definitely was not expecting that. His eyes blink twice as he tries to compose himself. He can’t think of any reason why the man would be so offended by his presence… unless it’s a height thing. But there are plenty of taller people here, so it must be something else. If this man has sussed out his game plan, then he could be in real trouble.

“Not only do you have the nerve to call yourself a samurai, carrying around a disgraceful lump of wood in the place of a blade,” Gin is stunned as Haganezuka’s dam bursts, “but you also have the audacity to steal the Stone Hashira’s voice.”

While this is technically a good thing for Gintoki, he can’t help but feel offended. He is older than that exceptionally cool-sounding Hashira in every sense of the word. It was his voice that was stolen! First Reigen, now this… Does no one believe in originality?

Still, he doesn’t need anyone’s attention being drawn to him, so he decides to go on the offensive.

“Perhaps he stole my voice first,” he says while looking the mask in the eyes, “didn’t think about that, did you?” Now it’s Haganezuka’s time to be stunned. Or, at least, seem stunned. Gin really has no idea what is going on under that mask.

After a couple of seconds, Haganezuka slinks away; grumbling as he does. It might be a small victory, but it is a victory nonetheless.

Just as Gintoki is revelling in the feeling of his success, he looks up at the screen. Senku, despite having an apparent disadvantage, is currently beating Allen. If he is understanding the situation, Allen’s move set is privileging high power, low accuracy moves while Senku’s is the opposite.

This is good news for Gin. While Kagura could easily beat (almost) any challenger, Shinpachi had been more of an unknown variable since he is, at his core, a slightly stronger-than-average pair of glasses.

As Gin begins to think about how he might deal with different match-ups, a pair of footsteps walk up behind him. For a moment, he thinks it might be Haganezuka returning for a rematch but, as he turns around, he finds himself staring into a pair of very human eyes.

They are weathered, the skin around them looking old and leathery. Despite their age, however, they are the observant eyes of a detective who has latched onto something suspicious.

It is at that moment, that Gin realised he fucked up. He's not sure when, but he can feel it in his bones. So he does what Zura told him to do whenever he gets in trouble with the Shinsengumi; he stays quiet. A bigger problem would then crop up and distract them; usually Zura with one of his braindead schemes.

“How’d you know?” Masaoka asks, his eyes narrowing as he studies Gin’s face.

“Know what?” Gin asks, immediately cursing himself for not staying quiet.

“That I was a detective,” he answers, clearly suspicious as he looks Gintoki up and down briefly. “There is no way that you should have known that.”

Gin freezes completely; Masaoka is right. No matter how many excuses flicker through his brain, none of them would make him any less suspicious.

“What’s going on over here?” Kishibe asks, his voice sounding a little different from when Gintoki last heard it. He casually saunters over to them, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he talks. “You guys having a party or something?”

Despite the casualness of his remark, his eyes are sharp. Gintoki doesn’t trust these government-sanctioned types; especially when they are smokers. They always seem to turn up at the worst possible time and act as if they know more than they actually do… all while puffing away the taxpayer's money with every cigarette. However, where Hijikata looked like a mayonnaise-obsessed chain-smoker, Kishibe looks like he has walked straight out of a film noir. All he needs is a fedora to cover his dyed hair and he would fit right in.

“So, shoeless samurai, why don’t you answer the detective’s question?” Kishibe asks, breaking Gin out of his thoughts.

“Ah, it’s just… you see…”

He has no idea what to say and so he does what he does best; deflects.

“Well, how’d you know he was a detective?” Gin asks Kishibe, directing the attention away from himself. As Masaoka briefly looks over to the Devil Hunter in confusion, Gintoki slips away; moving closer to Shanks so that he can hide.

The pirate doesn’t say anything as Gin not-so-subtly takes shelter behind him, instead keeping an eye on what’s going on on the screen. Like many of the other men in the room, he doesn’t fully understand what’s happening but he is learning from the ‘astronaut’ who soundly beats the red-headed exorcist.

Gintoki, meanwhile, is more focused on trying to avoid attracting the attention of anyone else. He is so focused that he doesn’t notice that two more contestants have been selected until the robotic voice signals the start of the match.

Hori Kyōsuke suddenly finds himself standing opposite Fushiguro Tōji, his eyes almost completely covered by his light, long hair. If Gin didn’t know better, he would have labelled him as a NEET and never thought about him again. Yet, he can’t help but respect the man for looking so amazingly calm.

Fushiguro, meanwhile, has a menacing grin on his face as he tries to stare his opponent down. He is so caught up in the prospective battle that he fails to acknowledge the teenager that forms in front of him. Megumi has a bored expression on his face as he looks at the man behind him. There isn’t even a flash of recognition between them. Well, that’s what is to be expected when you ditch your kid before they’ve even opened their eyes.

Hori, meanwhile, seems happy enough to see his daughter; probably relieved that his younger son isn’t the one who would be fighting. However, Gin notices that his posture has shifted from that of a calm man to one who is slightly nervous.

The first to make a move is Fushiguro who, without even reading any of the moves, randomly presses the top left button.

Megumi used Grudge.

Gin can’t help but feel a little bit smug. Even the newest Pokémon player would know that Grudge only works if the player’s current fighter gets knocked out. Clearly, he should have had some hobbies outside of being the Sorcerer Killer.

Hori, realising that he has an advantage, quickly hits the lower left button.

Kyōko used Double Kick.

A solid choice that would start to chip away at the opponent's HP. At least that’s what should have happened.

Kyōko misses.

With a smooth spin, Kyōko’s kick is flying toward her father. While everyone watching seems to have been caught off guard, Hori smoothly dodges the first strike. However, it seems that he has forgotten that the word ‘double’ was involved.

Her other foot shoots out, connecting with her father’s chin. His head flies back and Gin can’t help but wince at the sound of the impact.

“I thought they were supposed to be holograms,” a man says from over near where Reigen is, voicing everyone else’s thoughts. He has tired away and long hair tied up in a messy bun.

Hori manages to stay standing, although there is a particularly nasty red mark on his chin. This sends a chill down Gin’s spine and he quickly finds himself wishing for Shinpachi to be the one fighting for him.

He would never be able to recover from one of Kagura’s punches.

“Kyōko...” Hori groans, “you’re meant to be aiming at the other guy, not your dear dad.”

The ‘hologram’ completely ignores him; returning her attention to Megumi.

Fushiguro still seems to be having trouble, pushing the bottom right button and waiting for something to happen.

Megumi cannot use Oblivion Wing.

“I can’t fly,” the boy says with his hands firmly in his pockets, completely ignoring the look on his father.

“You’re meant to be doing what I say,” the older man says with a rather frustrated tone. Gin is pretty sure that if it weren’t for the barrier keeping players in their stands, the older Fushiguro would have fought the teenage girl himself.

“Still can’t do it,” Megumi says more firmly.

Deadbeat dads really don’t get any respect from their kids, who’d have thought?

“Then why would they even use such a pointless button,” Fushiguro says as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. If Gin were a weaker man, he would have marvelled at the way his muscles rippled under his tight black t-shirt. But he is a strong, independent man who is trying his hardest not to and that should get him some credit.

“You’re meant to use Primordial Evolution first.”

Megumi says this as though it is the most obvious thing on the planet. It doesn’t really make much sense, but whoever made this game clearly could not be bothered to tailor it in any way, shape, or form. What a cheapskate!? If Gin was in charge, it would have been carefully thought through and everything would have made sense… Well, Shinpachi would have made sure, or the producers if they were flying a little too close to the copyright laws.

“Okay, Kyōko, let's try again,” Hori says as he bravely pushes the upper right button.

Kyōko used Beat Up.

For a man who only just got kicked by his daughter, you would think that he’d have learnt his lesson, but that is not the case.

Kyōko misses.

Surprising absolutely no one, the brunette teenager turns around and, without missing a beat charges after her father. Hori manages to put some space between them but is still trapped on the stage.

Fushiguro, meanwhile, finally understands what he needs to do; pushing the evolve button.

Megumi evolves.

Almost immediately, he summons Nue. The winged shikigami hovers behind Megumi; its large wings flapping to keep it in place. It would make for a very striking scene if it wasn’t for their opponent being beaten up by his daughter.

Managing to finally stop Kyōko’s attack, Hori checks over his options; Sucker Punch or Double Slap. They aren’t the most promising options and so, with a resigned sigh, he chooses Double Slap. As soon as he touches the button, he jumps away; trying to stay out of her range and it seems to work.

Kyōko uses Double Slap.

Kyōko walks up to Megumi, swinging her arm back as humanly possible before slapping him with near-inhuman speed. He stumbles slightly but appears mostly unaffected.

She then walks back to her father, a scowl on her face.

“What sort of pathetic man makes his daughter slap someone?” Her voice is a familiar mixture of anger and disappointment, reminding Gin of whenever he spent his money on pachinko. Kagura would always get that same look in her eyes.

“Kyōko, please, you have to understand that I don’t have a choice,” Hori says as he backs himself up as much as possible. Unfortunately, it doesn’t save him from the other half of the attack.

It is not very effective.

Fushiguro makes his move, putting Hori out of his misery.

Megumi uses Oblivion Wing.

Nue flies forward at speed, electricity crackling along its wings as it is about to make contact with Kyōko.

The instant it hits her, the holograms disappear as Fushiguro’s victory is announced. The two fathers are brought back into the void, one without a single scratch on him while the other is covered in bruises.

Rather than revelling in his victory, Fushiguro simply goes back to standing by himself and sending the odd, venomous glare to Getō. Hori, meanwhile, is booted out of the void. Gintoki wishes the man all the best, hoping that his father-daughter relationship improves quickly.

Regardless, Gin has a better grasp on how this rip-off game works and the things he should avoid doing. Now all he has to do is wait for Reigen to crash and burn like the fraud he is.

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