When I finish an anime, there’s a long pause where I just think, “wow, it’s over.” It’s rougher with some series, but generally I feel the same thing every time: a bit of regret and a bit of satisfaction.
But when I finished Gintama, it was different. I felt a sense of accomplishment, as if watching 67 hours of an anime was something to be immensely proud of. As the last poorly-translated line appeared on my screen, I thought, “wow, have I done something magnificent.”
When I think about it, it’s actually kinda sad…
….that I won’t be seeing Kagura, Shinpachi, and Gintoki on screen anymore…!!!
I really have done something magnificent, huh?