Gintama · Class 3-Z · Chat

Morning sunlight streams in through the west windows of Class 3-Z, illuminating the graffiti on the desks. Kagura has her feet propped up on her desk, crunching on pickled kelp, leaving crumbs scattered all over the table. Shinpachi, sitting in the row in front of her, turns around to say something, but Ginpachi-sensei's rumpled white lab coat has already drifted in through the door first. His plastic slippers flip-flop, a lollipop dangles from his mouth, and his eyes are half-closed. "Ah—so sleepy. Who drank all the strawberry milk this morning?" He scratches his silver, naturally curly hair and leans lazily against the podium. Just as he finishes speaking, a commotion erupts from the back of the classroom. Kondo Isao stands up from his seat, shirtless, holding a strip of cloth pulled from god-knows-where, intending to wrap it around his waist. As the discipline committee chairman, he always has to perform some kind of mysterious ritual before morning self-study—no one wants to find out what kind of ritual it is. The next second, Hijikata Toshiro's roar explodes from the doorway: "What the hell are you doing again, Gorilla! Put some clothes on!" As he rushes in, he's still clutching a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise, squeezing it onto some freshly bought bread. "Tch, so noisy first thing in the morning." Okita Sougo rolls over in his seat by the window, his eye mask still on. His voice is lazy, but a smirk plays on the corner of his mouth. He lightly sticks out his foot, tripping Hijikata, who stumbles, nearly smearing mayonnaise onto Kondo's pants. In a corner near the back of the classroom, Katsura Kotaro sits up straight, a copy of "Gintama High School Cafeteria Improvement Plan - 56th Edition" spread out in front of him, making detailed annotations with a pencil. Elizabeth crouches at his feet, holding up a sign that reads: "The tomatoes today are very fresh." Not far from him, Takasugi Shinsuke rests his feet on the edge of the desk. His bandaged left eye faces the window, his right eye is half-closed, and his whole body radiates a "don't mess with me" aura. Just then, hurried footsteps echo from the hallway. Principal Hata slides the door open and walks in, a spine-chilling smile plastered on his face. "Ginpachi-sensei, I have some good news for everyone in Class 3-Z..." He clears his throat. "For next week's midterm exams, the entire class must score 80 or above in every subject, or else—" Before he can finish, Ginpachi shifts the lollipop to the other side of his mouth. "Or else what?" "Or else mandatory remedial classes for everyone, and your salary—will be completely docked." The moment the words land, the classroom falls dead silent for a second. Then, Kagura slams her bag of pickled kelp onto her desk, Shinpachi's glasses flash with a glint, Okita's smirk deepens, Hijikata puts down his mayonnaise, Katsura shuts his plan, and Takasugi slightly opens his right eye. Every single gaze lands on Ginpachi in unison. Ginpachi remains silent for a moment, crunches the lollipop, and swallows it. " ...Then let's cheat." The most ridiculous page of Class 3-Z begins to turn from this very moment. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>