[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

"There is such a thing in this world—"

Holding the Muramasa sword across his chest, the samurai, who was overwhelmed by serious injuries, had blood spattered all over his face.

"Even the demon sword can't deal with it—"

His head was chopped off, and his body in heavy armor slammed to the ground.

"kill him!"

"Kill that monster!"

monster.

She raised her head from the mountain of corpses.

That was her original name.

Someone stabbed her temple with a knife, and the knife pierced her head. She was dizzy for a while, and the world suddenly went dark.

——I can’t see it, but I’m still alive.

Whether it was tied to a stake and burned, or sealed in a wooden box and thrown into the river, or chopped up by a knife, the body was divided into several parts and thrown in a dirty corpse pit.

— still unable to die.

From the grave, the edge of the cliff, and the deep sea, he persistently returned to the world.

Immortality and injury are all vain.

"An immortal woman?"

She was thrown into the dark water dungeon, the rope was strangled into her body, and her vision began to recover slowly.

The man known as the daimyo made the final decision.

"A knife that can be used."

That's her hatred.The pain of all the hurt, all the threats that come from this world, and that engenders that bloodthirsty hatred.

"Use it for me, I will give you this name—Xu!"

The blade in his hand pointed at the names on the roster one after another.

She put on black wings, and the feathers of a crow fell to the endless night.

Wherever the group of crows passed by, the ground was dripping with blood.

——It was a monster in false name.

Monsters certainly don't have the kind of well-wishful memories of celebrating their birthdays, let alone actual birthdays.

The twelfth generation who had just changed his name to Songyang only happened to see a village child celebrating his birthday once in a thousand years, but he himself had never had such an experience.

She nestled in the futon and was resting dizzily, Jian Hao was still struggling to fight against the old stain on the corner of the table, so she asked on a whim.

"Speaking of... when is Oboro's birthday?"

She didn't think about whether Oboro, who had been a slave, had someone who could tell him the date of birth, but simply thought that it was something unique to humans.

Hazy froze for a few seconds, looking a little embarrassed.

"I just know I was born in the spring..."

People like him will be sold by poor parents at birth, grow up with a group of poor children who are also nameless, and then be sold to a certain family to live like a consumable.

Only he met his teacher.

So his whole life will be lucky because of it.

"Spring..."

Song Yang took out a thick book, frowned slightly and started searching from the beginning, then pointed to a line of words and asked him to come over with a smile.

"How about this day? It's also the birthday of a poet I like very much."

"March 3? Well, that's my birthday."

Neither of them thought it was strange to decide their birthday randomly. Songyang turned out the calendar and saw that half a month had passed since the date, and he felt a little regretful.

"I wanted to celebrate your birthday..."

"It's okay, teacher."

Oboro didn't want to see her frowning, and tried to comfort her with clumsy words.

"In the coming year, you can celebrate your birthday."

It turned out that he didn't have such a coming year.

——"From now on, you don't go to that private school again."

"What's the meaning."

Gao Shan stood calmly in the tea room, looking expressionlessly at his father who had not seen him for a long time sitting on the main seat.

"Do you think you can stop me now?"

"Is that how you talk to your father?"

The other party slapped the low table in front of him with an angry expression, and said through gritted teeth.

"What useless things have you and that country teacher learned!"

His father, who lied about being seriously ill, still had the same superior attitude, frowning, looking at him as if he was looking at a stranger who had no blood relationship.

"That private school will soon be banned by the shogunate. For the face of the Takasugi family, I have to keep you here."

Gao Shan sneered, not wanting to waste any more time with his so-called father, and turned around to leave.The servant waiting outside the door waited for an opportunity to charge up with a knife and surrounded Takasugi.

"Just want to keep me here?"

Gao Shan didn't take them seriously, easily pulled out the knife, and sneered.

"It's too small to underestimate the disciples of the Matsushita private school!"

Behind him, his father showed a meaningful smile.

After tonight, the vain private school of Matsushita will cease to exist. Even if his son breaks out of the siege, how can he disobey the heaven's punishment?

—— "We are ordered by the general to arrest Yoshida Matsuyo, the sinner who tried to plot against the shogunate."

In front of her was a huge shadow, the crow spread its black wings, and the blackness covered the originally peaceful night.

The monk's staff hit the ground, the ring ring jingled, and the familiar pattern of the saber around her waist came into her eyes.

The nightmare that had imprisoned her for hundreds of years came without warning to this village far away from disputes.

——It was Naraku of Amaterasu-in Temple that she established.

But no one knew that their defected leader stood before them.

"it is as expected."

Standing behind her, Xu raised his hand and pressed the knife in her hand.

"Against yourself? Human freedom? A joke."

The cold voice wrapped around her ears like a poisonous snake.

"Kill them, if you don't want your peace to be broken, let me - kill them all!"

The final note was horribly shrill.

Consciousness was invaded one after another, Xu tried to squeeze into her brain and raised the knife in her hand.

"Put down the knife."

The leading man lowered the brim of his hat, and raised his masked face to look at her.

Songyang's hand touching the saber froze immediately.

She stared at him blankly, her lips trembling, and whispered the name that came to her mind.

"hazy……"

why?

Looking at the indifferent face of her eldest disciple, she suddenly felt a little confused and at a loss.

Why is it you?

From the bottom of her heart, she doesn't care what the decadent shogunate thinks of herself who is now known as Songyang, nor does she care about how they will bring down the so-called punishment. She has always only cared about the children she taught.

As long as they are safe and sound.

She only remembers, and she is willing to give everything for it.

And all of this is for an agreement with someone.

"There is no need for unnecessary resistance."

The man who gave her the name seemed to have never met her before, looking at her like looking at a small ant.

That look is very imaginary.

"We also don't want to implicate others, this trip is only to take you away."

my fault.

"it is good."

Xu grabbed her arm and began to exert force.

"Are you crazy??"

But she ignored it, and just slowly threw the saber at her waist aside.

It was I who abandoned you and made you like this again.

"I'll go with you."

——Fortunately, Gintoki fell asleep.

——Fortunately, Jinsuke and Kotaro are not here.

fortunately.

Just can't say goodbye.

She lowered her head and said nothing, the knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sound was like a signal, and several members of Naraku stepped forward, tied her hands behind their backs, and were about to take her away.

——The boy's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded behind her.

"teacher?"

Song Yang raised his head abruptly, and his gaze went straight into the eyes of the man in front of him.

Naraku's current leader, with the brim of his hat pulled down from her sight, waved his hand back, calmly calling the shots at the organization she had led for centuries.

"Grab it."

A few monk's sticks directly supported the silver-haired boy's head, and pressed him to the grass in front of the private school.

Yin Shi, who was still not fully awake from the hangover, was buzzing in his ears, and he was so dazed that he couldn't see anything clearly.

The bridge of the nose probably hit the stone on the ground, there were bursts of piercing pain, and the corner of the lips tasted blood.

--what happened?

Yinshi was imprisoned among the murderous monks, forced to kneel on the ground, his head was dazed, and he stared at Songyang who seemed to be saying something with his back turned.

—Are you dreaming?

It's just that he slept uncomfortably and wanted to get up to take a shower. When he heard movement outside the door, he came out to check the situation as a matter of course.

Whether it's a thief or a troublemaker, no one can hurt Songyang, and no one can destroy the private school.

——It was originally a decision full of confidence.

Yinshi struggled to get up, but was immediately suppressed by a huge force. The pain in his body made his brain slightly regain consciousness.

——Who are these people?Why did you take Songyang away?What to do with Songyang?

His mind was running fast this time, trying to find a solution from this sudden disaster.

The opponent is not an ordinary officer and soldier, and his skills have obviously undergone more regular training, so he has almost no chance of winning in a fight.

But it doesn't matter, he has to stand up no matter what, and desperately wants to bring Songyang back from them——

"Don't hurt him!"

Oboro had never seen such an anguished look on his teacher's face.

She stared at him, her eyes begged almost like weeping, but she still let the useless ropes bind her and remained motionless, as if she was really just an unknown country teacher, not the thousand-year-old A murderer who has come to bear countless killings.

"I'll go with you, don't hurt him—"

As long as she easily broke free from the rope, picked up the knife on the ground, and turned this place into a sea of ​​blood, she would be able to get out of the predicament in front of her and protect the boy she was protecting from being implicated.

But she didn't.

In those pale green eyes, he saw his own cold face.

He knows this better than anyone.

Since then, she has lost the ability to kill.

"If we don't resist, we won't harm the innocent."

There has long been no place for him to set foot beside her.

"it is good."

Songyang blinked his eyes, trying not to let the moisture well up in his eyes come out.

Once again, she made a choice at the cost of abandoning one side.

"Silver hour."

Yinshi watched her turn her head in the hazy moonlight.

The night was too dark, he couldn't see the reddish corners of the man's eyes clearly, he could only see the pair of pale green eyes shining with the gentle light he was familiar with.

With her bound hands, the little finger is bent, which is very similar to the smiling arc at the corner of her eyes.

"Don't worry, Silver."

She didn't know how many times she said that.

"Protect the companions around you and wait for me to come back."

Time and time again, she left his back to him, and then left him alone without hesitation.

It's as if they are always standing in two worlds that cannot be crossed.

He was firmly blocked from that bleak moonlight.

Her back was about to merge into the boundless night.

—Damn it.

Yinshi struggled to get up again, his hands were tied up neatly, and the monk's staff holding him was about to press his head into the scorched mud under his knees.

——Get moving.

My body, move.

Why can't you move.

Why can't you resist.

Why watch her leave.

Why can't I hold her hand.

Work harder, reach out to touch the bright moon——

He heard a desperate cry from the depths of his soul.

"Teacher Songyang!"

Why can I only watch her go forever?

——Tears fell silently from her cheeks, and under the misty moonlight, the faint light made Ou feel her heart tingle.

He thought that this heart had long since died in that silent darkness, but at this moment, he really felt the so-called happiness.

Teacher.

He knew that this tear was not for him, and he didn't care, he just stared greedily at the figure he had been longing for for a long time.

I caught you.

"Boss, what should we do with this private school?"

Crows always leave no traces, and it is an exception to leave something alive like this. The members in charge of finishing the work don't know how to do it, so they can only come to inquire.

"Since it is a lair that breeds things that defy the heavens, it should be completely burned."

The man's tone was calm, and no one could have guessed what kind of connection this private school had with him.

There was no place for him there.

Hazy watched the fire ignited from a distance, and the flames gradually devoured the dilapidated house, and the wooden sign with the words written on it fell into the flames, becoming charred little by little.

The Matsushita private school that was born by him was also ended by him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a burst of relief in his heart.

Oboro couldn't remember when his determination suddenly collapsed.

Mingming walked alone on the boundless road to the underworld, thinking that as long as he looked up, he could see his teacher bathed in the sun, and as long as he watched silently, he would be able to walk on.

But the black hole in my heart leaked bigger and bigger, and finally my heart was swallowed by this darkness.

He just wanted a little bit of light.

As long as there is a faint ray of light, you can try your best to reach out and touch it, and this wavering will no longer exist.

However, he caught nothing.

Maybe it was because the sins on his bloody hands were so heavy that he forgot how to hold up the frivolous books.

Maybe it was because he fell so deep that no one could reach out to him and pull him into the blinding light.

Maybe it was because he held some hopeless expectations, thinking that he still had the qualifications to be saved, but no matter how much he waited, he couldn't wait for the person he wanted to see.

There is no place for him in this private school, and his teacher no longer regards him as her only big disciple. He suddenly realized that on the day he woke up again, he already had nothing, and only now exists Possibly, he can hold his only desire in his hands.

Those things that don't belong to him, just disappear like this.

The man smiled happily in the shadows.

——Songyang turned his back to his big disciple, lowered his head slightly, but after hearing the almost cruel sentence of the other party, he couldn't help turning his head slightly, wanting to take a look at the fire that filled the sky, and kneel on the ground and cry The silver-haired boy shouted, but finally gave up.

——She once thought this was the most cherished agreement.

At that time, she thought that if her senior disciple sacrificed his life to protect her wish, then she would also fulfill the agreement with him, and be taught by noisy juniors in the private school he named, as he expected. Surrounded by girls, spend this ordinary life away from the hustle and bustle.

If Oboro is also here.

Countless times, perhaps in the spring weather, or in the season of cherry blossoms, she looked at the wooden sign on the wall with the inscription "Matsushita Private School", thinking of the day when she dreamed of this private school with longing eyes. appearance.

If Oboroya sat beside her, he would definitely be a stern but gentle and reliable elder brother. Even if the children frowned noisily, he would still patiently answer the children's strange questions, and then hold a glass of wine. Drink cherry blossom wine with her.

- Oboro is such a kind child.

He must be looking forward to the realization of the dream he has woven.

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