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In the heart of Kabukicho, where the old world and the new collide, the Yorozuya office stands quiet. Too quiet. A year has passed since the end of the war. A year since Gintoki vanished without a word. Now Shinpachi sits alone among three futons, drowning in unfinished paperwork and unanswered questions—until a bloodstained wooden sword arrives at his door. *Don't look for me.* The message is clear. The choice should be simple. But when a childhood friend reappears with a sighting of silver
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