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Four sea ninjas appeared in Chapter 2687!

The four sea ninjas who appeared in Chapter 2687!

"What an honest statement!"

"Is this the resolve of a typical JUMP male protagonist?"

Upon hearing this, Kondo Isao was so moved that he shed tears as thick as wide noodles.

"In comparison, our police chief here is just an old scoundrel who only goes to nightclubs. It's truly shameful!"

"Hey, Kondo, give your boss some face in front of outsiders."

As Matsudaira Katakuriko spoke, he took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

Then, his gaze toward Tanjiro turned serious.

"Kid, even though you're the protagonist of that comic book..."

"But this line of work can't be done just by being righteous and gentle."

"Nine years of experience is still too inexperienced."

To everyone's surprise, Tanjiro on the other side twitched his nose slightly.

"I can smell it."

His gaze toward Matsudaira Katakuriko held a newfound respect.

"Mr. Matsudaira had a lingering smell of gunpowder and blood, as well as a mixed scent of perfume."

"But beneath these smells lies a deep sense of responsibility, and I can sense that you should be a good policeman."

"Ahem, my daughter bought me the perfume."

Matsudaira Katakuriko blushed and coughed loudly twice to cover it up.

"Your nose is pretty sharp, you bastard."

"Then let's get down to business," Tanjiro Kamado suddenly said seriously.

"Following the investigation, the Ministry of Police highly praised the National Police Agency and the Shinsengumi under your leadership for their ability to maintain public order."

"We hope that you will join us and go to work at Starfish."

"Specific positions will be assigned based on your abilities."

Kondo Isao, Sasaki Isaburo, Hijikata Toshiro, Okita Sougo, and others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Only Imai Nobuyo didn't care at all.

Wherever Sasaki Isaburo goes, she follows.

Matsudaira Katagiri frowned: "Join the World Government's Police Department."

He knew very well when General Shigeshige announced the dissolution of the shogunate.

We are essentially unemployed.

Unless the so-called World Government branch on Gintama Star employs them again.

Leaving one's hometown suddenly for a place where one knows no one, such as a starfish, also requires immense courage.

Not to mention, judging from the description in the previous promotional video.

The social complexity and law enforcement difficulty there are many times greater than here.

Sudden.

The wooden sliding door to the hall was opened.

"There's no need for anyone to hesitate."

Tokugawa Shigeshige appeared at the doorway.

Perhaps because he had relinquished his responsibilities as a general, he seemed less imposing, but more approachable and smiling.

"General!"

As if by conditioned reflex, everyone in the room stood up in unison.

"Don't do that, I'm no longer a general."

Tokugawa Shigeshige waved his hand gently, gesturing for everyone to take their seats.

Then she looked at Tanjiro with gentle eyes.

"Inspector Zaomen, your eyes are clear and firm."

"This gives me reason to believe that the world government's police force truly exists to uphold justice."

He finished speaking without waiting for a reply.

Tokugawa Shigeshige turned around, his gaze sweeping over Matsudaira Katakuri, Kondo Isao, and the others.

"Gentlemen, although the tides of the times have already washed away the foundations of the shogunate."

"But the swords in your hands should not rust with the end of the old era."

"Your talents deserve to be displayed on a broader stage."

"Go, let them see the spirit of the Gintama Star Samurai, and the excellence of those who came from the Shogunate Police!"

At this point, Tokugawa Shigeshige blinked, a rare teasing smile appearing on his lips.

"Moreover, as far as I know, the welfare benefits of the world government are quite astonishing."

"Not only will your salary be several times higher than yours now, but you will also enjoy professional training to enhance your skills."

"Even the cafeteria offers unlimited free food 24 hours a day."

"Includes mayonnaise and donuts~"

"Since the general... no, since Lord Mao Mao has put it this way..."

Hijikata Toshiro immediately spoke after hearing this:

"Then let's reluctantly go and take a look at that starfish."

"After all, as long as there's mayonnaise, it's not hell no matter where you are."

"I don't care."

Okita Sougo shrugged casually.

But a dangerous glint flashed in those red eyes.

"I would be content as long as I can see Mr. Hijikata die painfully in his new position."

"But Miss Ami hasn't accepted my marriage proposal yet."

Kondo Isao hesitated instead: "If we get married, can she come over as a relative?"

"very good."

Matsudaira Katakuri pushed up his sunglasses.

To conceal the fleeting sadness in one's eyes.

"Then I will reluctantly go and work for you."

"I hope you have nightclubs where you are."

Tanjiro Kamado looked at the group of people with different personalities in front of him.

It reminded him of the 'Pillars' from his Demon Slayer Corps days.

Then a bright smile, as radiant as the rising sun, appeared on his face.

"Then please take care of me in the future!"

Tanjiro thought to himself with satisfaction, "Great! The police have gained another group of like-minded and capable friends."

at the same time.

Outside the castle tower, in an open area within the general's castle.

The air here felt as if it had been infused with molten lead.

It was so heavy that you had to be careful even when you were breathing.

The wisps of smoke and dust had not yet completely dissipated.

The once smooth yellow earth surface is now covered with spiderweb-like cracks and shallow pits, as well as various ninja tools that are either broken or fallen.

Groans and rapid breathing intertwined to create a bleak post-war scene.

“Hoo—hoo—hoo—”

Hattori Zenzo knelt on the ground, his left hand pressing down hard on his trembling right arm, and bright red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His thick, flowing brown hair had been stained with dust and turned ashen.

Although the eyes that were obscured could not be seen.

But my heart was already filled with unprecedented shock.

The difference is actually this huge?!

Not far from him.

Sarutobi Ayame's black bodysuit also had multiple tears.

The red-rimmed glasses that were originally on his face had fallen several steps away, and the lenses were covered with cracks.

Although I can't see anything clearly because of severe nearsightedness.

She knelt on one knee, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

His somewhat cloudy eyes revealed resentment and a deep sense of defeat.

That's incredibly strong.

The situation of widespread destruction is not optimistic.

Her self-made mechanical puppet had long been destroyed, with various parts and debris scattered all over the ground.

Her petite body, dressed in a maid outfit, trembled slightly.

Although he could barely maintain a half-kneeling position.

But her usually calm and pretty face was filled with an expression of existential doubt.

Around them.

Twelve black-clad ninjas, selected in advance by three people.

It was completely incapacitated and lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

They were all members of the Oniwabanshu (a special guard unit) responsible for protecting the Shogun.

And they are among the best.

The culprits behind all this were just the four people standing there.

Those were four ninjas whose attire seemed both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar to Hattori Zenzo, who frequently watched 'Jump'.

They were wearing white shirts and trousers, with black vests over them.

A ninja tool bag was still strapped to his right leg.

The most striking feature was the black metal headbands worn on the foreheads or shoulders of the four individuals.

It is engraved with a five-pointed cross pattern.

That's the symbol of the world government.

They were scattered randomly in different locations in the open space.

Looks indifferent.

They had just gone through a fierce battle.

Yet it was as if it were just a trivial morning exercise; his face wasn't flushed, he wasn't out of breath, and he showed no signs of fatigue.

There were no wounds on his body.

At most, it was one of the people's clothes; you could see marks on the edges where they had been cut by a sharp blade.

The four were a Jonin and three elite Chunin from the Hidden Sea Village.

(End of this chapter)