There’s the sick sound of a blunt piece of wood crushing against flesh as another goblin goes flying, no match against the samurai, seasoned by his time on the many battlefields he’s fought on. At his belt hangs a katana that remains unused, the scabbard all too familiar to him, akin to the one he’d received one day long ago.
He takes another swing, and three more goblins who were charging him are sent scattering. Man, these low level grunts are more troublesome than anything, for the sheer numbers in which they can be found around the city. All around the city he’s seen fighters with incredible power taking these goblins on with ease, and in all honesty he’s tempted to just head to one of the safety points and take a damned nap there. But well, here he is.
His thoughts of slacking off are interrupted when a slightly bigger, still generic looking goblin appears.
“Are you the goblin king? You better drop some good treasure for wasting my time!” That’s not how it works Gintoki. But there goes the bokuto again, a blur as it is smashed into the sides of the monster, who’s sent flying right towards a passing bombshell blonde.
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