[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

Act III: The Play

At the bar, Kintoki sits on a stool, trying to look casual and but getting too much attention from the women. Across from him, a nervous young dealer counts cards with trembling hands.

(picking at a glass of juice, glancing around) “Okay, Gin said to ‘create a distraction’! Normally, I’d just use my sexiness. (Runs his fingers through his golden hair)

[Toji Fushiguro]

(appearing silently beside him, setting down his untouched whiskey) “…You’re overthinking it. Just do what you’re good at.”

[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

“Sounds like you’ve done you’re homework on me. So, What’s that? Swordsmanship? Vengeance? Being painfully sexy?”

[Toji Fushiguro]

(a rare hint of amusement crossing his scarred face) “Being manipulative. Gintoki said you could do mass hypnosis. Use it.”

[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

(eyes widening with dawning realization) “Oh. Oh, I see! You’re saying I should—”

[Toji Fushiguro]

“Go be a pest. The security team is in on Don Tonkatsu’s operation. They’re not expecting you to be the threat. That’s our edge.”

[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

(standing with determination, knocking over his juice in the process) “Right! Operation ‘Hypnotize the Yakuza’ is a go! …Do I have an official name for this? (He looks back with a playful grin.)”

[Toji Fushiguro]

“No.”

[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

“I’m calling it Operation Golden Justice anyway!”

[Toji Fushiguro]

(already walking away) “…Do whatever you want.”

[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

Act IV: The Turn

The poker game has been going for an hour. Gintoki is down twelve million yen, which he treats with the same mild interest he gives to dust motes. Don Tonkatsu is growing suspicious— nobody loses this badly and smiles this much.

Don Tonkatsu: “…You’re not here for the money, are you, Gintoki-san?”

[Gintoki Lucifer WhiteSugarDemon Sakata]

(yawning) “Define ‘here.’ Metaphysically, I haven’t been ‘here’ in years. But if you mean at this specific table, playing cards with a man whose henchmen have collectively threatened to kill me fourteen times in the last forty-five minutes—yeah, mostly for the atmosphere.”

[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

Don Tonkatsu: (leaning forward) “What do you want?”

[Gintoki Lucifer WhiteSugarDemon Sakata]

(finally dropping the act, his smile sharpening into something cold) “You recently acquired some interesting reading material. A manuscript, I believe. Very old. Very cursed. Very much not yours. “

[Kintoki Belial GoldSugarDemon Sakata]

Don Tonkatsu: (going rigid, hand moving toward his jacket) “How do you—”