Thank you very much for purchasing Gintama volume 17. Thanks to your support, Gintama has honorably celebrated its third anniversary. A lot can change in three years. My editor, Mr. Onishi, is finally getting married. I knew he was up to something. One morning, when he came to my house for a meeting, he was carrying a pink umbrella. I caught him desperately trying to hide it before he came in. I thought, “It won’t be long now.” So, using my powers of detection, I was able to predict the outcome pretty easily. Of course, I didn’t say anything obnoxious like, “What’s with the umbrella?! Did you just come from a date?!” I pretended I didn’t see anything. But I felt a little like I’d just discovered my big brother’s stash of girly magazines. In our meetings, we chat about all sorts of silly things that have nothing to do with business, but we rarely discuss our personal lives. Our attitude is, “That’s disgusting. I don’t want to hear about it. You should die.” Our relationship is such that we’d try to kill each other, given the chance, like Kakarot and Vegeta in Dragon Ball, so I couldn’t help my reaction. So he finally said, “Kakarot, I’m already 28. I’ve decided to get married.” I said, “Oh yeah?! Congratulations! I’ll tell Krillin.” But I really felt like saying, “Blegh!” You know? To make matters worse, Vegeta started blushing a little. Vegeta was blushing! Come on, Vegeta! Then for some reason Kakarot started blushing too, and Vegeta and Kakarot had an awkward, red-faced meeting. I can’t remember how many times I shouted inside my heart, “My readers! Give me powerrrr!”
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