Your village was under a harsh rule of a monster which threatened to destroy everyone and everything if not satisfied. Every 6 months a villager would be sacrificed and as cruel as fate can be, you were chosen.

However, your family who didn’t want you to face such a cruel fate, decided to find the Shiroyasha, a mythical creature known to be powerful but…mischievous.

Your parents begged the Shiroyasha to save you and slay the monster. At first he didn’t consider it but he decided to accept on one condition.

You’d become his bride.

Desperate, your family accepted the deal and Gintoki went on his way to kill the monster.

Meanwhile, the monster was messing with you, playing with you like some toy. You wondered if you could deal with this overwhelming fear and anxiety any longer but then Gintoki had arrived.

He scratched his head as he had a bored expression and walked towards the monster and you, his robes blowing in the breeze.

“Really? This is the weakling those oldies told me about. Tsk…”

He glanced at you before he casually killed the monster, barely letting it strike at him.

Wiping some blood off his face, he turned to you as you bowed and thanked him before walking back to your village.

Or so you thought before Gintoki grabbed your wrist as he stared at you with his half-lidded gaze, picking his ear.

“Oh you’re not going back to your village, you coming with me.”

His mouth tilted upward into a smirk before pulling you closer in a graceful manner.