[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

"What a surprise, Yu Qing, the leader of Amaterasu-in Naraku was captured in such a way—"

"The other party is a teacher who runs a private school in the countryside."

The time was the night when Songyang was imprisoned in Naidu Prison.

Oboro interrupted Tokugawa Sadasada's words, and said so firmly.

The puppet general raised his eyebrows and pretended to ask.

"So, what is the other party's crime?"

The gray-haired man's voice had no ups and downs or any emotion.

"You once ordered that meaningless gang formation should also be treated as a conspiracy of rebellion."

"Is that right?"

Tokugawa Sadasou touched his chin and nodded in satisfaction.

"Then let's do this. That Yoshida Shoyang, right? Let's lock it up for now, and leave this matter to Mi Qing."

In order to become the leader of Naraku, he betrayed the previous leader who had defected. This is exactly what this man did.

Have you planned to use the hands of the Heavenly Daoists to dispose of the stepping stones on the way forward?

He clearly knew the cruel thoughts behind that puppet general's smile.

betray.

What he did was horrific that can be described by that word.

He betrayed the one who saved him from the brink of death, gave him hope and meaning in his life.

Oboro walked to the edge of the dark dungeon and stared at the man silently.

"Yoshida Matsuyo."

That was the name born from his hands.

And the man who bears that name is here, his world, his sole purpose for being alive, the light of his life, is here.

——Facing him with such an attitude of complete rejection.

Of course he knew why.Who would tenderly embrace a betrayer?It would be good news to weep with joy that an important disciple was lost and recovered, but what came with it was a deep rift caused by betrayal.

The teacher is such a gentle person. At that time, he was painful and guilty because of his death, and tried his best to fulfill the agreement they made.

If he really died at that time——

Is it true that the teacher can live happily with the children who replaced him?

However, it didn't get what it wanted.

Although it is impossible for ordinary people to survive under such a boulder, even though the ninth squad that was chasing the teacher was wiped out, only he is still alive.

He didn't die, the undead blood in his body brought him back to life, and the defection incident also regarded him as a lucky survivor because of his serious injuries.

He was back in the Naraku that his teacher had strongly resisted letting him sink into.

The teacher doesn't want to kill any more people, and doesn't want to get blood on his hands, so let him come, as long as he can protect the teacher's happiness.

At that time, it was true that I thought so self-righteously.

Naraku did not give up on chasing the teacher, and he was the only person in the organization who had seen the teacher's true face. After he recovered from self-injury, he was thrown into the interrogation room. In order to dig out the teacher's true appearance from his mouth, the organization used I did everything I could.

And he killed the face under the teacher's mask that he had never seen before.

No matter what kind of punishment he suffers, he must endure everything for the teacher's peaceful life.

Sometimes he was locked in a dark and cold water prison. He raised his head to prevent the water from flooding his nasal cavity. What he could see was the only vent on the top of his head that showed a faint light.

He thought vaguely, where is the teacher now?What are you doing again?Are you taking good care of yourself?Have you found a place to stay?

Sometimes after the cruel torture, he would lie on the cold floor covered in cuts and bruises, waiting for the wound to heal slowly, watching the blood oozing flesh heal little by little, thinking that this was the salvation given to him by the teacher, so he could continue to persevere .

Has the teacher fulfilled the agreement with him?Has the teacher found his juniors and juniors?

teacher……

About a year later, Naraku finally gave up on prying out useful information from him, and valued his recoverable physique, and instead cultivated him as a powerful knife.

He gradually infiltrated into this organization, and gradually possessed the strength and power equivalent to killing, and was able to access the information and intelligence transmitted from all directions.

The first time her whereabouts were found was in the neighboring city of Sagami, where a secret playground of the Heavenly Daoists was destroyed. According to the information sent, the person who caused the riot was a woman with light-colored long hair. Humanoid.

At that time, Hao didn't hesitate to intercept the information privately, and went to Sagami alone, hoping to see how Songyang is doing now, but he still returned in vain.

She left quickly.

Recalling the information in the intelligence, he was lost in thought.

"A white-haired child accompanied them. After the riot subsided, the two disappeared at the same time."

The teacher picked up another child.

Oboro couldn't imagine what this child should look like, would it be a little similar to him?Or was this just an occasional inadvertent act by his teacher on an aimless journey?

Can that kid also bring a sliver of human warmth to his teacher?

Can the teacher derive happiness as a human being from that child?

He thought naively, that's fine too.

——As long as the teacher feels happy.

Outside of missions, the passage of time becomes more and more difficult in this endless darkness.

In the first year when he lost the clue, Oboro would sometimes go to the empty yard, clean the room, and replace the withering flowers on the windowsill.He didn't know the point of doing this, because there was no such smiling person in the room, and there never would be, and he hadn't realized that his repeated behavior was more like some kind of unspeakable selfish desires.

——In the fourth year after Songyang left, Oboro saw her again in this remote village in the Changzhou Domain.

That was the first year after he became the captain of the first team.

With nervousness, anxiety, and anticipation, he went to the place mentioned in the information, the place in Matsumoto Village in Changzhou——

Matsushita Private School.

It must be a beautiful school house with cherry blossoms in spring and towering pine trees with lush branches and leaves in the garden.

He put on the bamboo hat to hide his face, put on the unobtrusive ordinary ronin costume, walked along the long stone wall, walked through the busy streets, and went to his fantasy home.

teacher.

teacher.

If I--

He was startled suddenly.

He saw himself wearing a cheap and rough hemp kimono, standing beside the smiling teacher, and the two of them walked towards him.

On his face was a relaxed and relieved happy smile, and with trusting eyes, he looked seriously at the teacher who was joking with him about something.

Such two people are no different from ordinary people who are discussing dinner and work on the street.

There is no Xu who single-handedly established the assassination team Tianshaoin Naraku, no Oboro who is the captain of the first team, no boundless killings, no bloody body, only the mediocre light-haired teacher who is like a drop in the ocean and the big disciple who relies on her.

——It must be a dream.

He lowered the brim of his hat.

The light-haired teacher was surrounded by a few noisy children, and his face was filled with a dazzling smirk of happiness.

And the teacher also showed his favorite gentle smile.

Several people like this passed by him and walked into the dazzling sunlight.

He stands in the shadow of the setting sun, behind him is the heavy sin, two worlds bisected by intersecting reflections.

—he stood outside that world.

What would the teacher teach those children?Will you play games with those kids?Do those kids get tender hugs from their teachers?

The time he stayed in Cheung Chau was not fixed, and he just hid far away in a place where his teacher would not find him, silently watching this human happiness.

His teachers were never wary of him.

Even bathed in his almost paranoid gaze, he lives clumsily among human beings without knowing it.

Occasionally he squatted on the pine tree next to the private school, listening to the sound of reading aloud in the school dormitory, and watched the teacher helplessly but gently knock the curly-haired child on the head.

I also saw the purple-haired child persistently following the figure of the teacher with his eyes, blushing in a daze.

I also saw some children jumping into the teacher's arms, and the teacher hugged them tenderly, and stroked the messy hair of those children with plain white hands.

Sometimes he would hide in the wheat field far away from the cherry blossom forest, watching the teacher and the group of children laughing and laughing, and watching the two children who lived in the private school trying to get closer to the teacher.

So happy.

He stared at the world without him, silently lowered his head.

It's ok.

Even so, we must protect the teacher and his ambition.

It's ok.

It would be great if the teacher can continue to be happy like this.

—he should have thought so all along.

It was the fireworks festival that year, and he became the leader of Naraku was finally discovered by the teacher.

At that time, the Tiandao people were constantly putting pressure on the shogunate, ordering Naraku to step up efforts to deal with the exile elements who had begun to rise again.

As the leader, he was naturally the first to receive an order from the puppet general Tokugawa Tadasada, and went to the people to investigate people who were suspected of treason and forming private parties.

"Meaningless collectives should also be outlawed."

The puppet general said so, but the decisive move was in his hands.

So someone submitted information about the Matsushita private school established in the name of Yoshida Shoyo in Matsumoto Village, and he immediately intercepted the information and rushed to Matsumoto Village without hesitation.

To tell the teacher, no matter what method is used to leave there, the safety of the teacher must be guaranteed.

Being so anxious, the first time he lost his sense of proportion, he was grabbed by the wrist by the vigilant teacher and had to appear in front of her.

The teacher cast doubtful eyes on him, and he began to tremble under such eyes.

It was a strong emotion that wanted to reach out and touch as long as there was a faint light, like an undead creature that had fallen into darkness and wanted to get a little mercy from the sun.

He was stuck in such a trance, trying to reach out and grab something.

teacher.

The parched throat wanted to call out.

Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher.

——"Your Excellency, do you work for the shogunate?"

He asked in a tender, yearning voice, with a guarded look towards strangers in those beautiful pale green eyes.

With those eyebrows and eyes, he recalled the face engraved deep in his blood over and over again in his dreams, and what he showed was completely strange emotions.

She didn't have the patience and love she had when facing the noisy young children in the private school.

Without the treasure she gave to that purple-haired child.

Without the tenderness and approval that the silver-haired kid got from her.

He saw the ugliness of himself that began to crumble when exposed to the sun.

—Although it was already expected.

But why do I still feel pain?

Compared to being in a dark prison, or endless killings, hands full of blood, mechanically taking the lives of others over and over again.

Compared with losing, parting, and shattering dreams, there is nothing in my hands.

Even more painful than those.

"Follow me all the way, what's the point?"

"If you really have something important, you might as well speak up."

However, he couldn't make any sound.

Obviously, she wanted to report to the teacher, telling her to stay away from the danger brought by the crow's flapping wings, and to continue to be happy with what she cherished and the boys who cherished her with that smile——

But the moment the other party reached out to take his mask, he did have the thought of shrinking back. Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was dazzled by his true face, he fled in embarrassment.

The voice that had been hidden in the bottom of my heart since a long time ago resounded, and it was terrifyingly clear.

Why is it not me who is standing beside the teacher?

Why are there so many people gathered around the teacher, but there is no place for me?

He squatted on a big tree not far away, silently watching the two people standing side by side under the brilliant fireworks and golden light.

He watched the man embrace the silver-haired boy who was slightly taller than her, and watched the silver-haired boy respond to the man's embrace cautiously but happily.

He told himself over and over again that maybe it wasn't that bad. The teacher knew that he was still alive, so he would definitely want to come to see him, and he would definitely not turn a blind eye to him.

—He waited a long time.

When another spring passed, when Naraku's crow flew over with ultimatums one after another, when Tokugawa decided to summon him and hand over the order to thoroughly investigate Changzhou to him, he still hadn't found the person he wanted to see.

Once again, he realized, he had been left behind.

——The directions that have diverged can no longer intersect.

The light in his eyes sank, leaving only endless darkness.

The soft corner of my heart finally collapsed.

There is no one else to save him, only him to struggle to hold on to the existence he craves.

Look, his teacher is sitting here, within the reach of his eyes, he watches over her day and night, even if she refuses to even give him a smile, it doesn't matter.

As long as she is here.

she is here.

She doesn't want me, hates me, thinks I'm a monster.

I caught her, I existed for her, her wings were broken in my hands, and she will always be in the cage I built for her.

Thinking of this, the man couldn't even control the trembling of his body, as if surrounded by some kind of hallucinatory dream, the hole in his heart was filled with oversatisfaction, the boiling blood in his heart was hot in his chest, and flowed into his internal organs The six internal organs made him feel alive.

There will be no happier person in the world than him.

others?

What else?

The great sense of happiness made him lose his ability to think.

Not important anymore.

It doesn't matter, it's just a useless fight between trapped beasts, no one can shake his happiness at the moment.

Even if, it will bring harm to his teacher.

Even if, this happiness is just a phantom like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.

He didn't want to wait for nothing, and then plunged sadly into a nightmare.