[Ah. Poor, long-suffering Wada-sensei. What had drove you to such a desperate pair? Was it the hope that two wrongs may just make a right? Or perhaps the hidden aspiration to humiliate two good-for-nothings that certainly needed a wake-up call. Or, perhaps, poor Wada-sensei had simply attempted to save some upstanding student from a lonely few nights of putting together a group presentation piece by piece…
Whatever the goal, whatever the logic - no one predicted that the two would actually be in class. Or that they would bother to move from their seats and march to the front of the class.
When Gintoki had initially heard his name, he blinked owlishly in response. His head turned, as if looking for some other Sakata Gintoki who would take responsibility for this mystery presentation. Had they been presenting today? He’d been peeking out the window all anime-protagonist style, waiting for the sign that it was time to bust out the goods for lunch.
But instead… Instead his peers were expecting him to bust out some goods of a different sort. He glanced to Takasugi and noticed that the guy had actually started towards the head of the class…! Had Takasugi-kun come through for him?! Maybe someone had sold him a presentation on the black market and his dear housemate was about to save him…
Yes, yes. That must’ve been why his roommate had actually shown up today. What a guy…! Perhaps he was more of a Zoro than a Nami after all…! The legs of his chair screech as he shifts his weight and goes to the front of the class, a shitty smile twitching at his lips.
He meets with Takasugi at the front of the class and exchanges a look with him. Takasugi nodded…
His heart could burst…! Finally their friendship had evolved into that of Goku and---
Gintoki’s thoughts come to a screeching halt as he is mercilessly thrown under the bus. He lets out a little sputter that sounds curiously like “Vegeta…!” as if to finish and amend the thought in his head. A bead of sweat begins to form at his brow and he gives a look out to the class.
This shit next to him…! He was a Nami after all! No, no perhaps he was just the Blackbeard to his Whitebeard! Yes, that’s how deep that betrayal cut him…!
Now he had to think. He had to scrape something together, before he looked like the only fool. So he smiles and puffs his chest before making a sweeping motion with his arms.]
Aaaaahaaa~ Thank YOU Takasugi-kuu~n for that. [Clears his throat.] We spent hours putting in our research to bring you this presentation on the aspects of JUMP in respect to the lives of young men and the cultural significance it holds within the State. How through JUMP we find the solid messages of Friendship, Effort, and VICTORY which are drilled into us and makes us productive adults.
In order to bring home these important human themes, we have prepared an interactive rap so that you feel it in your soul! Takasugi-kun.
Take.
It.
A~waaaay!
[But that’s not all. No. Even as he motions for the other, as if to give him a grand opening, Gintoki isn’t finished. Instead his contribution starts as a hum and slowly erupts into a full-blown mess of discordant noise. His shoulders sag and his body bobs as he spits and sputters a terrible excuse for a beat to lead Takasugi into his part of the presentation.]
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Whatever the goal, whatever the logic - no one predicted that the two would actually be in class. Or that they would bother to move from their seats and march to the front of the class.
When Gintoki had initially heard his name, he blinked owlishly in response. His head turned, as if looking for some other Sakata Gintoki who would take responsibility for this mystery presentation. Had they been presenting today? He’d been peeking out the window all anime-protagonist style, waiting for the sign that it was time to bust out the goods for lunch.
But instead… Instead his peers were expecting him to bust out some goods of a different sort. He glanced to Takasugi and noticed that the guy had actually started towards the head of the class…! Had Takasugi-kun come through for him?! Maybe someone had sold him a presentation on the black market and his dear housemate was about to save him…
Yes, yes. That must’ve been why his roommate had actually shown up today. What a guy…! Perhaps he was more of a Zoro than a Nami after all…! The legs of his chair screech as he shifts his weight and goes to the front of the class, a shitty smile twitching at his lips.
He meets with Takasugi at the front of the class and exchanges a look with him. Takasugi nodded…
His heart could burst…! Finally their friendship had evolved into that of Goku and---
Gintoki’s thoughts come to a screeching halt as he is mercilessly thrown under the bus. He lets out a little sputter that sounds curiously like “Vegeta…!” as if to finish and amend the thought in his head. A bead of sweat begins to form at his brow and he gives a look out to the class.
This shit next to him…! He was a Nami after all! No, no perhaps he was just the Blackbeard to his Whitebeard! Yes, that’s how deep that betrayal cut him…!
Now he had to think. He had to scrape something together, before he looked like the only fool. So he smiles and puffs his chest before making a sweeping motion with his arms.]
Aaaaahaaa~ Thank YOU Takasugi-kuu~n for that. [Clears his throat.] We spent hours putting in our research to bring you this presentation on the aspects of JUMP in respect to the lives of young men and the cultural significance it holds within the State. How through JUMP we find the solid messages of Friendship, Effort, and VICTORY which are drilled into us and makes us productive adults.
In order to bring home these important human themes, we have prepared an interactive rap so that you feel it in your soul! Takasugi-kun.
Take.
It.
A~waaaay!
[But that’s not all. No. Even as he motions for the other, as if to give him a grand opening, Gintoki isn’t finished. Instead his contribution starts as a hum and slowly erupts into a full-blown mess of discordant noise. His shoulders sag and his body bobs as he spits and sputters a terrible excuse for a beat to lead Takasugi into his part of the presentation.]