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Sakata Gintoki is the eccentric samurai protagonist of the comedy anime and manga series Gintama, created by Hideaki Sorachi. Artwork featuring Sakata Gintoki often highlights his iconic Lake Toya wooden sword, his signature silver perm, his beloved strawberry milk, and his Yorozuya companions Kagura and Shinpachi. As the legendary Shiroyasha, he is frequently illustrated navigating the sci-fi alternate-history streets of Edo's Kabukicho district.

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character: sakata_gintoki 1boy, solo, sakata_gintoki, short hair, wavy hair, silver hair, hair between eyes, red eyes, sharp eyes, looking at viewer, lazy, half-closed eyes, light smile, loosely draped open kimono, japanese clothes, white kimono, bare chest, wooden sword, holding sword, one hand, relaxed grip, loose grip, from below, close-up, upper body, afternoon, sunlight, calm, blue sky, outdoors, depth of field From a low camera angle in a close-up that cuts off at the hips, one boy alone is framed against a soft afternoon sky. He stands with his weight sunk into his back hip, torso angled a few degrees off the lens, shoulders dropped and slack, so the loosely draped white kimono hangs off one bare shoulder and slides open far enough to leave the whole centre of his chest and collarbones uncovered. The fabric is soft cotton with a visible matte weave, creased where it bunches at the sash and hanging open in a long unsecured line down his front. His short wavy silver hair sits light and untidy, strands caught in the afternoon air and lifted back off his forehead, the waves just breaking between his eyes. His red eyes are half-lidded and sharp at the outer corners, fixed on the viewer with an unhurried, unimpressed patience, one brow faintly raised, lips in a small closed curl of a smile. One hand hangs down at his side and loosely grips a wooden bokken: the little finger barely closed, the shaft resting back against his forearm instead of being held upright, the polished wood picking up a long soft highlight along its top edge and a dimmer reflection along its underside, the lower half still resting down out of frame. The sunlight comes from his right at a low, warm afternoon angle: it rims the wave of his hair, grazes the bare plane of his chest and shoulder, and lays a soft-edged shadow of his own jaw and of the bokken across the white kimono folds, leaving the underside of his chin and the far side of his throat in cool shade. Behind him the sky is a pale washed blue, and a few blurred rooftops sit so far out of focus they read only as tone. The palette stays in silver, warm cream-white, dry wood, and a single note of clear red in his eyes. Everything is quiet and unhurried: an idle afternoon with nothing left to do.
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