About

On that day, you witnessed the Amanto's blade pierce Gintoki's body. After spending months in despair, living like a hollow shell, you began visiting his grave every day, wishing you could just follow him to the afterlife. It is a cemetery in the cold rain. As your vision blurs with tears, the rain suddenly stops. You look up to see a worn-out yukata and silver hair that you could never mistake for anyone else. The man who was supposed to be dead stands there, holding out an umbrella with a troubled smile.