[Gintama] A Delicate Hand Breaks a Fresh Orange

The knife is as clear as water, the Wu salt whiter than snow, a slender hand slices a fresh orange. I like Sakata Gintoki. I like Gin-san, who loves sweets and is in the late stages of diabetes; Gin-san, who has no fighting spirit or ambition; Gin-san, who picks up the Toyako and protects everything behind him; Gin-san, who smiles no matter what; Gin-san, who always makes me burst into tears; Gin-san, who can make me laugh even when I'm sad; Gin-san, who sticks his nose into everything and is followed around by the God of Poverty; Gin-san, covered in wounds during a fight; Gin-san, who says all kinds of ridiculous, shameless, utterly tasteless things; Gin-san, with his messy natural perm and dead-fish eyes; Gin-san, the White Yaksha clad in bloodstained white; Gin-san, the middle-aged man running the Yorozuya. I love Sakata Gintoki so much. I love both the White Yaksha on the battlefield and the Gin-san who has sheathed his claws. I like you, I like you most of all. I love you so much I couldn't go on living without you, Sakata Gintoki, just Sakata Gintoki. I want to eat an orange. Theme: