[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

The wooden knife was precisely drawn on Takasugi's face.

Takasugi was sure that he had not been standing on the dojo for more than half a minute, and he had even just put on a stance ready to face the first blow of his challenger, the teacher of this private school, Yoshida Shoyo.

The blow then knocked him unconscious for a moment.

Although I didn't have any expectations for the result, it was a meaningless challenge that ended in being killed in seconds when it was so tragic.

Gao Shan, who woke up in the strong smell of the medicine, was in a heavy heart, and his face was wrinkled by the astringency of the medicine that flowed into his mouth.

"Yoshida Matsuyo."

The purple-haired boy called her name in such a serious tone.

This time the injury was lighter, Songyang only put a bandage on his forehead, so she could see the child's overly serious expression at a glance.

"you……"

Takasugi narrowed his eyes slightly to make himself appear more imposing.

"The technique of bandaging is really bad."

Although the words spoken have nothing to do with the momentum.

"Ah, that's right."

Songyang found the child's serious face interesting.She curled her lips, not caring about the child calling her by first and last name, shrugging her shoulders, and said in a relaxed tone.

"After all, I'm just a teacher in a private school in the country."

"But you are strong."

When Gao Shan remembered that he was mercilessly knocked out, his breath became depressed, and his eyes fixed on Songyang were filled with unwillingness.

"I didn't even have a chance to make a move."

"Don't be discouraged." Songyang looked at him with a smile, only admiration in his expression.

"You are also very strong. After all, you are someone who can seriously fight with Gintoki. That kid has been complaining that I don't want to teach him the way of swords, but if it's blindly imitating, yes You can’t surpass anyone. Jinzhu is the same for you.”

"Oh." Takasugi replied blankly, thinking, since when did this person start calling him by his name as a matter of course, like treating his own students.

Samurai families have an almost harsh emphasis on surname and first name. It is an offense for most samurai to call their first name directly, and it is also an offense to call someone who is not close enough. , everything is framed by this identity that belongs to the "samurai".

Takasugi admitted that he was somewhat provocative, but facing this smiling face, it seemed that everything was meaningless.

Songyang is not in this framework.

She is not in any rules, in any law, she suddenly appeared, no one knows where she came from, where she studied under, obviously has a strong almost overwhelming strength, but shrinks in the corner of this small village, doing something in the group of warriors Things that seem pointless.

"Giving free lessons to children from poor families? It's a joke, and being in the company of unruly country people, can this be considered a samurai?" The coach of the martial arts gym commented on her.

"Teaching poor people martial arts? Hmph, without the blood of a samurai, it is nonsense to dream of becoming a samurai." This is how her father commented on her.

"What kind of ronin, Yoshida Shoyo, right? That kind of poor private school is too good for you poor guy." That's what the gang of dudes said.

Yoshida Shoyo is a mystery to him.

Takasugi stared at her steadfastly, without saying a word.

Songyang couldn't figure out the child's thoughts that came and went without a shadow, so he tentatively stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking..." Gao Shan was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, the other party's smiling eyes were reflected in his eyes, and he was slightly absent-minded, and it took him a while to sort out the messy thoughts in his heart.

"I was wondering, what on earth are you trying to do?"

"doing what?"

Gao Shan seemed to be full of doubts, and he was about to throw them out at this moment.

"You teach children from poor families literacy and martial arts. Do you expect them to become samurai? Sakata Gintoki, this guy has no character that a samurai should have at all. Do you think such a person can also become a samurai? You put these The children are gathered together, are you trying to make the children of poor families become warriors?"

"Who knows." Songyang blinked.

"I'm also looking forward to what they will become." She knew that her answer would not satisfy the confused and restless child in front of her.

"Answer my question directly!" Sure enough, the child asked impatiently, his eyes were full of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

This child may be at a difficult fork in life. Songyang doesn't know what he is worried about, and she doesn't know what she can do for him. She just thinks that this child, like Yinshi, has a passionate heart .

That was enough to keep them going.

Maybe they will become friends, companions, and support each other to go on. As she always expected, there will be more and more precious existences in Yinshi's life.

"Then I'll ask you a question first. What do you think of a samurai?"

"What are you talking about, aren't you like this?"

Song Yang shook his head and asked.

"I don't have a monarch or country to fight for, and I won't raise my sword for anyone. Do you think I'm a qualified warrior?"

Gao Shan froze for a moment, speechless for a while, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything to refute.

The definition of a samurai is nothing more than his father, the teacher who teaches martial arts, repeating admonitions like spells in his ears over and over again, and the confusion in his heart has never been solved by anyone.

Samurai, is it really that pale and heavy thing?

"……I have no idea."

He just felt that if there was a samurai like Yoshida Shoyo in the world, then he just wanted to stand beside such a person and become like her.

"But I want to be like you."

"That's enough."

Songyang patted his hair with a smile and said.

"Even if I don't have anything, like Gintoki, I have become a warrior in my heart."

"Where is that guy considered a samurai!"

As soon as Gao Shan heard the name, his whole face puffed up angrily, and he gritted his teeth.

"The personality is undisciplined, carefree, and has no respect for the opponent who initiates the challenge. What kind of warrior is this? Although I don't know who he is, he is not like you at all!"

"Really?" Songyang rubbed the back of his head and smiled. "I think we're kind of alike in our looseness—but we're not related by blood, and I don't want him to be like me."

"You picked him up?"

"It's hard to say." Songyang recalled the scene at that time, and his eyes became more gentle.

"Maybe, maybe he picked me up."

"What's the meaning--"

"—Aren't you asking too many questions?"

There was a sound at the door that could make Takasugi's teeth itch.

Gintoki wandered in leisurely, and directly inserted the knife between Matsuyo and Takasugi who were sitting facing each other, drawing a clear boundary.

"A Yin's teacher is not obliged to give you psychological counseling. You guys should go where you should go, and stop nagging."

Songyang looked him up and down with surprised eyes. "Yinshi, I didn't expect you to call me teacher..."

"..." Yin Shi's expression froze, and he yelled ferociously.

"Ayin will call you teacher from now on, Mr. Songyang, please get this kid out of Mr. Songyang's room. The scope of this Mr. Songyang's responsibility does not include the short purple-haired boy who hasn't grown tall. Thank you for your cooperation."

"What's the matter with you guy! I'm still growing my body, you bastard! Messy natural curls, premature aging man!"

"Ah, is someone talking? The voice is too low, Ah Yin can't hear clearly——"

"Damn it, you bastard!"

Songyang couldn't help sighing when he saw them making noise. "Ginshi made friends of the same age..."

"Who is friends with this guy!"

The two children roared in unison, and then gave each other a disgusted look.

——Until the other party was dragged away by the kid with the ponytail nagging, Yin Shi was still a little dissatisfied, and pushed Song Yang to get up with some thoughts.

"Really, what are you talking about with this guy so much, what is the relationship between Ah Yin and you, should you tell that guy? "

"Don't avoid me anymore?" Songyang teased seeing his angry expression. "I didn't want to look at me before, but I was very sad."

"... Ah Yin doesn't have the intention to hide from you..."

Silver bowed his head and took a deep breath.

As if he had figured something out, he raised his head as if he was dying, and stared straight at Songyang, with a complicated and tangled expression, and his red ears looked a little cute.

Still a child.

——is a child who will be happy.

Songyang looked at him, couldn't help but hugged him into his arms, and hushed his fluffy natural curly hair with one hand.

"Xiao Yinshi~really super cute~"

"!!! You, you, you!!! Let's say it first, Ah Yin will only give you a hug, and then I will give you a hug!"

Yinshi's face was blushing, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't push her away.His hand was hanging stiffly by his side, as if he was afraid of touching her, but he was unconsciously attached to this warmth.

So be it.

he thinks.

Those confused and chaotic emotions in my heart will one day have an answer.

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