Buying a dog a toy shoe never stops it from chewing up the real thing
It was that time of day again.
For Gintoki, he categorized the time of day neatly by the activities that occured. Sleep, schooling before kendo, the free time in between schooling and kendo, kendo (finally), that little break between kendo and dinner, and then finally baths and bed. But what he had a problem with wasn't the schooling, or the free time before kendo, or even bathtime.
No, what Gintoki had a problem with was the down time between kendo and dinner.
In fact, a problem wasn't a broad enough term. Absolute loathing. Yeah, that'd work. Normal kids -- no, not even normal kids, more like boring kids like Zura -- used the time to study, and others used the time to complete chores or help Otomo-san cook. Napping (his default activity during down time) was not permitted before dinner.
After a few minutes of careful thought, he stood up and came back in from the veranda, leaving the room and winding down the halls, dodging the occasional boy doing chores, until he came to the classroom.
For Gintoki, he categorized the time of day neatly by the activities that occured. Sleep, schooling before kendo, the free time in between schooling and kendo, kendo (finally), that little break between kendo and dinner, and then finally baths and bed. But what he had a problem with wasn't the schooling, or the free time before kendo, or even bathtime.
No, what Gintoki had a problem with was the down time between kendo and dinner.
In fact, a problem wasn't a broad enough term. Absolute loathing. Yeah, that'd work. Normal kids -- no, not even normal kids, more like boring kids like Zura -- used the time to study, and others used the time to complete chores or help Otomo-san cook. Napping (his default activity during down time) was not permitted before dinner.
After a few minutes of careful thought, he stood up and came back in from the veranda, leaving the room and winding down the halls, dodging the occasional boy doing chores, until he came to the classroom.