[Comprehensive Comics] Specialized in logistics for elves!

Katsura held it in his hand and whispered as he quickly approached Takuya, whom he had met once before, "Although I really don't want to do this, there is nothing I can do about it."

In the eyes of other members of the Shinseng team, Katsura's speed was really fast. By the time they reacted, it was already too late. They could only watch helplessly as Katsura Kotaro, the anti-barbarian patriot, broke through the "loophole" of their Shinseng team.

However, the scenery Takuya saw was completely different. He had the unparalleled physical fitness of the Night Rabbit clan. In his eyes, Katsura Kotaro's movements seemed like the slow down button of the projector was pressed, so slow that even a child could Total avoidance.

Even so, Tuo had no intention of ducking away. Faced with the sharp sword light, he reached into his trouser pocket without reacting and took out a ball that was only slightly larger than a pearl.

Press the button in the middle and the small sphere becomes the size of your palm in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the young man's actions, Katsura Kotaro was stunned, but he was not allowed to think too much at this time.

Takuya threw the Poké Ball, got used to the feel, and then threw it lightly towards Katsura Kotaro.

Gui, who is known as "Escape Kotaro", often uses escape gas and other things. As soon as Takuya threw the Poké Ball over, he reflexively thought it was something similar, but the distance was too close and he couldn't avoid it.

The red and white ball hit his face. After a slight rebound, the elf ball opened and a yellow creature appeared.

Pikachu, who had not yet landed, looked at the huge face so close to him. He didn't like the smell of makeup and powder that hit his nostrils. Due to the battle with Okita Sougo, Katsura Kotaro's makeup had been smudged, and his whole face was miserable.

The frightened Pikachu showed his state of discharge in his own unique way.

"Pikachu"

The dazzling yellow electric light enveloped Katsura Kotaro, and the scalp-numbing trembling cry he made was like the sound of nails scratching on a blackboard.

The members of the Shinsengumi gasped, and they even felt that their gums were sore.

The discharge does not last too long, 10 seconds is enough for Pikachu to vent his fright.

As soon as it landed, Pikachu ran to Takuya's side, yelling "Pika Pika!" and climbed up his shoulders along his trousers.

"Good job." Takuya stroked Pikachu's head to comfort it.

"Pika Pikachu~" Pikachu's coquettish voice makes people's hearts melt.

As time goes by, Pikachu's strength continues to increase, and its power of volts has also increased. If an ordinary person is hit by this blow, he will be completely unconscious, but after all, Katsura Kotaro is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, and his physical fitness is beyond Ordinary people can still stand firm under Pikachu's electric shock.

The pink kimono seemed to be stained with mud and was in tatters. His smooth black hair was lit into an afro, and his body was smoking.

Katsura Kotaro pointed the tip of his sword to the ground, hunched over his body, resting his forehead on the back of his propped hand, panting slightly.

"Well done, you have made a great contribution, member Kazama."

Okita Sougo carried it and walked over casually with one hand on his hip.

Gui Xiaotaro took a breath and raised his dark face, his expression could no longer be seen clearly. "I see, is this the new weapon developed by the Shinsengumi to stop our righteous cause of resisting the barbarians?"

"No, I feel like you misunderstood somewhere." Takuya retorted casually and shrugged, "But forget it, the result is the same anyway."

"I didn't expect that I, who was called the Crazy Prince, would actually be defeated by an unknown person. Tell me your name and let me die in peace." Katsura Kotaro is very serious. It should be said that he is also a serious tease at ordinary times.

"Don't you have a wig, Mr. Madness?"

"It's Gui, not a wig"

As soon as he finished shouting, Katsura Kotaro coughed violently and blew out several puffs of black smoke.

Takuya had a cold face, "Every time you deliberately emphasize like this, it makes me want to call you Wig more and more. My name is Kazama Takuya. Please give me more advice, Wig-kun."

"It's Gui, not a wig"

Katsura Kotaro, who could barely stand, was finally captured back to the camp. In addition, the Shinsengumi team also captured more than a dozen leaders of large and small anti-Yi patriots. In this era, the anti-Yi patriots are like loaches. He likes to play hide-and-seek with people from the Shinsengumi group, and the difficulty of catching them is doubled.

This time, so many "big shots" were captured in one fell swoop. The Shinsengumi team contributed a lot, and the most dazzling one was Takuya who caught Katsura Kotaro with his own hands.

"Well, you're doing really well for a newcomer. I thought you were very suitable for this job from the beginning. Sure enough, my vision was right, Godfather." Hijikata Jushiro said with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Bao Bi leaned against the wall and nodded with satisfaction.

"Deputy Chief, you have such a big face. You were the one who persuaded him not to come for the interview in the first place, weren't you?" Okita Sougo, who was lying on the floor wearing an eyepatch and folding his hands on his abdomen, said.

"You're so verbose"

"That" young man wearing glasses came over and said with a smile: "Our Master House has assisted the Shinseng team to rebuild the house."

"Well, that's it. Thank you." Jushiro Hijikata thanked him seriously.

"" The glasses guy looked a little strange, "No"

"It's nothing." Jushiro Hijikata raised his dead eyes with fierce eyes.

""Xinpachi is about to cry. What he wants to talk about is salary.

Here are Hijikata Jūshirō, known as the Vice-Chairman of Demons, and Sougo Okita, the Prince of S Stars. Shinpachi has just practiced some three-legged cat kung fu in his own gym, and his legs and feet are a little trembling when facing these two people. .

Compared to Shinpachi, Sakata Gintoki didn't have so many scruples. He walked over picking his nose, and his voice was loud because one nostril was blocked.

"What Xinbaji means is that after our work is done, you landlords have to pay wages to the hard-working migrant workers. How can we fix it?" Sakata Gintoki took his fingers out of his nostrils, and then casually removed the stains on his fingertips. The black unknown object flew away, "Don't think about delaying wages, Ah Yin, I will never let you go~"

"Hey, you said you are migrant workers." Hijikata Jushiro's eyes widened, he took out the cigarette from his mouth and blew out a puff of mist.

"Well, you look down on migrant workers. Ah Yin tells you that if you anger migrant workers, the consequences will be serious~"

Ignoring Sakata Gintoki's words, Hijikata Jushiro held a cigarette between his fingertips and raised his foot to kick Okita Sougo, who seemed to have fallen asleep. "Get up, you bombed so many houses, you pay them wages."

Takuya got up from the ground expressionlessly, trying to leave this place calmly.

Okita Sougo was still lying on the ground motionless, but he said, "I did this for the assessment of new team members. The specific compensation should be paid by the Kazama team members who want to escape."

Several people who had forgotten Takuya's existence suddenly remembered his existence when Okita Sougo said this. When they looked up, they found that Takuya, who was carrying a dark blue umbrella, had already reached the corner of the corridor.

Under the pressure of three people, Takuya's back stiffened, and then he quickened his pace to escape from this place of right and wrong.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the air being torn apart from behind him, and a cold metal object brushed against his cheek and was suddenly nailed to the wall.

After a few seconds of silence, Takuya's eyes drifted and fell on the knife only one centimeter away from his eyes. He recognized it as Hijikata Jushiro's favorite knife.

Sure enough, no matter how famous a person is, he will always give in to the reality of life. In order to find someone to compensate, the Oni Vice-Chief of the Shinsengumi actually did not hesitate to use his beloved sword as a throwing object.

There were footsteps approaching slowly, and Takuya saw the knife nailed to the wall being pulled out by the person behind him, and then put back into its sheath.

Takuya turned around. Hijikata Jushiro, who was half a head taller than him, looked at him with his eyes raised and his nostrils, and the corners of his mouth drooped. "If you are a man, you must be brave enough to take responsibility."

""

Takuya: No, I'm not a man yet, I'm just a minor. Goodbye.

After signing his name on the IOU, Takuya watched with a cold expression as the white-haired curly man put it away with a satisfied expression.

"I wish I had done this earlier." Jushiro Hijikata took back the knife on Takuya's neck, impatiently.

Takuya chuckled in his heart. Anyway, these IOUs are just a pile of waste paper to him. After he leaves, if you have the ability, go and collect the debt from Chunyu. Then the leader of the Pink-haired Night Rabbit will teach you how to behave in seconds╮ ╯╰╭

Huh, what a bunch of stupid and naive humans.

When leaving the Shinsengumi camp, the white-haired curly man seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Speaking of which, I've wanted to ask before. The umbrella you are carrying always feels a bit familiar."

"I think so too." The glasses guy nodded in agreement.

"Really?" Takuya asked expressionlessly. His umbrella was made by Kagura when he was on the Night Rabbit Star. Apart from the color, the style was exactly the same, but Takuya had no intention of answering their questions, "Umbrella City It’s the same, there’s no difference.”

Originally, Sakata Gintoki asked casually, but Takuya said it was nothing, so he didn't think too much about it, "Well, that makes sense."

When Kagura and Takuya met in the future, Sakata Gin realized that he had missed the opportunity to know Takuya's true identity in advance, and he could only blame him for being too calm.