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War.

The rush of the fight was one thing. Gintoki could become one with the adrenaline, the sword in his hands and the blood spraying, could lose himself to its madness so that he may rise above and survive longer than the rest 

But the rush back to the camp was something different, a chill tingling through his veins as cold fear washed over him, fear he never felt at the sharp end of a sword. News had gotten around of a fatal injury, and there was only one person who fit the description.

"Zura? Is Takasugi back?" Gintoki called as he rushed back into camp, into his shared tent with the other commanders. He hoped his voice didn't give away his fear but he knew he sounded desperate when he threw the tent flap open.

"Relax." Takasugi said from the corner where he had been arguing with Katsura over battle strategies. "No one died. It was a spy."

Gintoki sighed, warmth instantly flooding his system.

"I know." Gintoki lied. "I'm here because someone stole my Pokari."

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