[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

A thin, dirty little ghost hides in the small courtyard where the twelfth generation of Naraku lived alone.

She didn't have the idea of ​​using this little devil as a slave, but this little devil thought that only in this way could he repay her life-saving grace, so he got up every day before dawn, and cleaned up the dilapidated small yard. The second generation didn't know what to do with him.

After all, if she is by her side, maybe one day this child will fall into Naraku and become one of the crows. This is not the result she would like to see.

Get rid of him when he's healed, she thought.

—and the child ended up staying somehow.

The child didn't have a name, and Twelve Generations didn't realize that he was going to be given a name at first. After several times trying to make him put down the broom in his hand to rest but didn't know how to speak, he suddenly realized.

This child is different from me. Of course he needs a name, a name that will allow him to integrate into human beings in the future.

"Have you... thought about giving yourself a name?"

The twelfth generation put down the teacup, beckoned the child to sit in front of him, and asked tentatively.

"If not, how about thinking of a name for you now?"

"My lord, please give me a name!"

The gray-haired kid slammed his head on the floor, and the movement was so loud that Twelve Daime was so frightened that he quickly lifted him up, and he was relieved to see that his forehead was not injured.

"I've said it all... don't be so cautious..."

The twelfth generation doesn't understand how important a name is to a child who defines himself as a slave.A slave will never have a name in his life, nor will he leave traces of his life. Having a name is a luxury. Without a name, he is just a dust that disappears without a trace with a wave of his hand. Just trample the bug to death.

With a name, he is considered a living person.

"I saved you not to make you my slave. You are free now. If you want to leave, I will find a proper way for you."

"I will not leave Lord Twelve Generations!"

"Don't call me that, you are not my killer."

The child who was lifted up carefully looked up at her, then quickly lowered his head and said. "But...my lord never told me your name."

The twelfth generation choked on the tea, and some things that she had neglected for a long time became clear in her mind after the child's arrival.

first name.

"Xu" was never her name, but just a code name for a killer.In the eyes of human beings, female killers seem to have more meanings that can be used. If the daimyos and shoguns of all dynasties were not afraid of her strength, her situation would not be much better than when she was wandering alone.

The purpose and meaning of the existence of the organization Amaterasu-in Naraku has been killing since ancient times. After being accepted by the shogunate, it has become to eliminate all uneasy factors that threaten their master status. Cleaning work is essentially the same purpose.

From the first generation to the present twelve generations, the leaders are all referred to as "virtual". Even the crows in Naraku have never seen their true faces under the crow mask, and it is impossible to know the leaders of each generation for thousands of years. All by her.

For such a shady killer organization, no one except the organization's internal personnel and the top shogunate knew that the organization's headquarters was located under the gorgeous tower in the center of Edo City.

The noble ruler of Edo may still be arguing with the conservative and rigid subjects, but the crows who ate with carrion once again smelled the smell of blood, bringing a bloody nightmare to a certain family in Edo city .

There is no shortage of dark sides in the world. The more gorgeous the appearance, the more rotten the inside is hidden, and they are standing at the bottom of the abyss. Even the most intense light cannot penetrate such a dense night. The crows only need to bite carrion. Return to darkness when it's all over.

This is how Amaterasu-in Naraku survived by hiding in the darkness for a long time.

After going back and forth like this, hundreds of years passed, and she realized for the first time that she needed a name.

Because besides herself, there is another person in this world who knows everything about her, all the secrets she tried to hide and failed to hide, and resolutely walks towards her from the human world.

"The killer... originally didn't have a name, would you like to give me a name?"

The gray-haired child froze, "I, I, I" for a long while, unable to utter a useful word.The twelfth generation had no choice but to pull out the book that taught the child how to read and put it in front of him.

"Choose a word for your name, and if you're satisfied, just pick another word for me."

The gray-haired child obviously regarded this event as a kind of honor. The twelfth generation went to Naraku for a meeting, and came back after dark. The child lost the paper with writing on the floor, and the book in front of him was destroyed. There was a clatter of pages, and there were words in his mouth, "This is not good, this is too vulgar and does not match the appearance of an adult, this is not noble enough, and this is too mediocre."

The twelfth generation picked up the scraps of paper he had written and looked at them one by one, held up one of them and looked at it for a while, then read out the writing on the paper softly, and asked.

"Under the pine tree...the sun...Songyang. Did you think of this name?"

The gray-haired boy fell off the bench in fright, and answered loudly in a panic. "Yes, it is!"

"I think this is good, why did you throw it away?"

"This name...I don't think it's noble enough...My lord should have a more prominent name."

Twelve Daime couldn't help chuckling and shook his head. "I'm not a noble person, I'm just a murderer who takes other people's lives, but even if I am like this, I will yearn for the sun, I like this name very much."

The twelfth generation, the leader of Naraku named after Matsuyo, folded the paper and put it in the drawer. "Have you thought about your own name?"

"hazy."

"hazy?"

"Yes!" The gray-haired child named Oboro looked up, unable to hide the joy on his face because Song Yang called his name.

"Master Songyang taught me that the moon is hazy in Dayuan, and the lonely butterfly is flying, and I am full of longing for the moon..." The voice of the second half of the sentence dropped, as if talking to himself, Songyang saw him so happy, My mood also relaxed.

"How about learning something today? What do you think?"

Songyang took off the obstructive bamboo hat and monk's robe stained with Naraku's breath, pulled up his long hair, and sat on the floor with ease, then reached for the manual in the cupboard.

Staring blankly at the small section of white wrist that was exposed when her sleeves slipped down, Halo stared blankly for a while, then quickly moved his eyes away.He couldn't distinguish the hazy emotions in his heart, he just felt that the whiteness made him dazed and a little erratic, as if the dream became more and more beautiful, and it seemed that there would never be a day when he would wake up.

"Today we're going to read Matsuo Basho's scarlet sentence collection."

He quietly listened to Songyang's poems.

The voice of Songyang reciting poems is very gentle, and the tone is soft like the breeze that will leak in through the cracks of the window in this season.

She has a beautiful face that will never make people associate with words like Naraku and killer. Her gestures reveal a bit of unfamiliarity and caution to the human world. Her eyes are beautiful and gentle red gemstones, which she can vaguely glimpse recently. The colors of spring.The neck exposed by her long hair is so white that it shines, her skin is almost transparent like glass, but the color of her blood vessels is very light. When she stands there, it seems that her whole body cannot be stained with the filth of this world.

He built an altar for her in his heart.Songyang is of course his unique god.He never expected to be the only believer of his god, but he was undoubtedly the first and the most special believer to God.

"Master Songyang is very suitable to be a teacher."

After listening to her finish reading, she recalled the lonely look on her occasionally heard children playing outside the window, and said.

"You must be the best teacher."

"...This is not what you should say to the deputy leader of the assassination organization. I can't teach anything other than killing people."

Dazed slightly, puzzled. "Master Songyang taught me how to read characters and read red sentences, and taught me knowledge that I shouldn't know as a slave. For me, Master Songyang is not only a lifesaver, but also a teacher I respect."

"Is that so..."

"You can do very well."

Oboro said so.

"The teacher can teach many children like how he taught me how to read and write, and even set up a school. At that time, can I be the teacher's first disciple?"

Songyang was rarely speechless.

The gray-haired kid she picked up wove a brand new one for her, without killing and blood, without long suffering day after day, without endless darkness, such a beautiful dream.

And she admits she's shaken a bit.

If she can leave with this child, can she also live as a human being?

Leaving is certainly not easy.

As the leader of Naraku, her every move is controlled by the shogunate. No matter how much she tries to hide Oboro, she still cannot avoid being pulled into Naraku and become a member of the crow.

She had to make up her mind.

——"The leader is missing!"

According to the captain of the First Division, her trajectory became elusive in the last week. Not only did she abandon the assassination mission many times, she even led the target to escape before the other divisions arrived at the target location. The crow could not find her either.

"The order will go on, and all members of the [-]st to [-]th divisions will go out to search. Once the trace is found, no matter how many people are lost, the leader must be brought back."

——It's been a long time since I've panicked like this.

Standing among a group of crows wearing this ill-fitting Naraku uniform, he felt restless and couldn't figure out where Songyang had gone.

The crows flew away after leaving the nest, so Obscure first went back to the small yard, rummaged around, found no clues, and packed away the commonly used utensils.

In any case, he would not let the teacher return to that dark cage again.

When he found Songyang, the other party was sitting on a tree in the woods on the border of Edo Castle, waving happily to him.

"I knew that you would come out of Naraku."

"teacher!"

He ran over quickly, gasping for breath in a hurry, even talking intermittently.

"What are you doing here as if nothing had happened! Do you know what's going on now! Nine squadrons are coming to hunt you down, why don't you wait for me to come out and go together? It's too impulsive!"

"No, I can't wait that long..."

Song Yang shook his head, looking at him with a gentle expression, that beautiful smile was as pure as moonlight, but his eyes were inexplicably sad.

"If time goes on, you will be unable to get out like me..."

"teacher……"

"Okay, let's not talk so much, let's go, this area is full of woods, it is really convenient to set traps."

"Trap?" Dazed slightly, he asked in disbelief.

"Is it just a trap that can stop the pursuers?"

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time to escape before they crawl out."

Songyang jumped down from the tree lightly, and threw the bag hanging on the handle of the knife back to his shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you."

——The days of being hunted were not so difficult at first.

Songyang walks fast and sharply. She can detect the trap hundreds of meters away when it is touched. Oftentimes, the rabbit is still stewed in the pot. Songyang puts the pot and him on one side of the shoulder——

"It's time to run again—"

The area of ​​the forest on the border of Edo Castle is very large, but the place where they leave the country must have been full of pursuers. Matsuyo and Oboro have been working together for a long time, but they can't find a way to avoid this net.

Hazy heart knows that he is still a burden.

He doesn't have the weird body skills like Songyang, nor does he have the ability to completely hide his aura. Perhaps his only usefulness is to stop Songyang's endless pursuit when she leaves the city.

"Actually, I can cover the teacher..."

"impossible."

Songyang categorically refused.Her originally gentle smile faded away, and her expression became serious.

"Hao, you have to know that the reason why I have the courage to escape is thanks to you. It is because of you that I am sitting here now, farther and farther away from the crow's wings-we have agreed, We will open a private school, although there are only you and me now, but in the future there will be many people gathered around us."

"Teacher, have you decided on the name of the private school?"

Oboro asked.

"What do you think about it?"

"my words--"

Oboro looked up at the tall pine tree that covered their figures.

At this time they were sitting on the edge of the cliff, and the pine tree was growing on the edge of the cliff. The thick tree was almost dry, but spring would usher in a gentle green.

"I want to build a school with the teacher by the pine tree, and then the teacher will give lectures under the pine tree. The name of the private school should be called Matsushita Private School, okay?"

"Matsushita Private School..."

Songyang also raised his head, with a smile on his face.

"For the Matsushita private school, you and I must continue to work hard."

This will be another sweet dream shared by the teachers and disciples under the pine tree.

The author has something to say: Hey... It would be nice if the dream could come true