[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

Mukuo nervously stuffed the practiced copybook through the gap in the prison door, and Songyang reached out to take it.

It is said to be a copybook, but in fact it is just the blank paper that Mu searched from the low-level archives, plus the brush that was stolen and thrown into the trash can not completely broken, and a small half bottle of ink. As for those that should be burned Mu also secretly hid a few old files and used them as templates to practice calligraphy.

"I've made great progress, Mukuro, it seems that this step can be carried out."

Songyang solemnly rolled up the copybook and put it aside, and took out a bound book that Mu had never seen before.

"I'll write this passage on the wall, can I copy it later?"

Muke nodded, glanced curiously at the densely packed words on the book, and asked softly.

"Is it a storybook?"

"No, it's a private school textbook."

Seeing Mu Mu's blank expression, Songyang explained with a smile.

"Muku knows, I used to teach in the countryside, and this is a textbook I handwritten for the children in private schools."

Muke has indeed heard about this point. Although this person named Yoshida Shoyo entered the Naraku Prison on the charge of treason, she did not understand what kind of behavior the so-called treason was, so she never These were not asked.

But when she heard the other party mention the student calmly, she couldn't help but speak.

"Are you still sad about what you said before? About some of your students..."

killed.

In simpler terms that she could understand, she died.

On the battlefield, in the shadow of aimless swords and swords, just like those mission targets under her knife, maybe a big hole was cut in the body somewhere, blood was drained miserably, breathing stopped, and turned into one cold corpse after another .

Then in this world, it will be reduced to ashes with the passage of time.

This is the fate of the slain, but it is also the fate of the murderer.

Although she didn't understand, she still remembered that this was what a vice-captain of the Second Division who also died in the battle against barbarians said before his death.

After waiting for that day to leave, Mu quietly sneaked in, looked at Songyang who had closed his eyes and said nothing since just now, and learned this sentence to Songyang with style.

"Don't be sad, Songyang, this is fate."

She still doesn't understand the heaviness brought by this word, she just wants to comfort Songyang clumsily. Sad?

"Why are you sad?"

"Why……"

The person in the cage let out a long sigh, his eyes were filled with sadness that she couldn't understand.

"Because I made all this an unchangeable fate."

Muke often can't understand the words Songyang said. Compared with those obscure and hard to describe characters on the white paper, this person is more complicated. He obviously said all the words he knows, and when they are combined together, they form a sentence that is too profound. , I couldn't figure out the meaning even if I tried my best, so I could only ask her ignorantly.

"What does this have to do with you?"

Songyang just bent the corners of his lips and didn't answer, but Muku felt that she looked even more sad.

Did you say something wrong?

At that time, Muku didn't know that some questions would make people feel sad and heartbroken, but he could only keep silent and couldn't say it.

When Muku became one year older and understood the reason through constant observation, he also knew what kind of words would make the people in the cell sad, so he couldn't help but try to comfort the people in front of him.

"Don't be sad, okay?"

Song Yang suddenly opened his eyes.Mukuro noticed that there was still a trace of blood red in her eyes.

"I knew it was going to be like this."

Song Yang said softly.

But she didn't seem to need anyone to answer, she just looked at Mu, her eyes passed over Mu and she didn't know where she fell, and she muttered to herself.

"I knew it was going to be like this."

"Jin Zhu...that child, how could he be willing to wait without doing anything?"

"Xiao Taro, you have already decided to go to the battlefield..."

"The children in the private school are young and energetic, and they will get excited when they are inspired by the atmosphere. They must be full of confidence and want to protect something."

"Gintoki... I ask him to protect the companions around him... But, who can he protect in an empty private school? The battlefield...is never a gentle place..."

"I know, I know clearly."

An emotionless tone completely different from the sadness at that time.

"I know."

After that sentence, Songyang no longer mentioned anything related to the private school.

She just quietly and neatly wrote the obscure words on the wall, and Mukuro lowered her head, trying to paint those words on the white paper with difficulty.

The people in the dungeon have all been taken out since Oboro came that day, and Mukuro doesn't know where they went, maybe they were released from prison after serving their sentence, or maybe they were killed, and Mukuro didn't care too much.

A year later, another group of prisoners came in, and Songyang was the only one who was still teaching her how to read.Muku simply slept in the empty cell next to him, and practiced with Songyang when he woke up.

Songyang still transcribed the contents of the book for her to read, and did not speak much other than that.

— but after a while.

It was a year when the walls were almost filled with writing.

Mukuro recalled involuntarily in the gap between writing.

It's not that Songyang never mentioned private schools and students anymore.

For a while, Songyang would ask Mu to listen to some information on the battlefield against barbarians, but Mu didn't know which name was her student, so he simply relayed to her all the chatter he heard during the assembly.

For example, a certain leader of the anti-barbarian army known as "Little Taro Escape" always leads his subordinates to flee when he sees that the battle situation is not ideal. .

A certain nickname sounds very cool, it seems to be a man named after Bai Yasha, and there is a fat copycat version of Bai Yasha among his subordinates. It is said that in the middle of the battle, he will go to buy the current jump for the boss Bai Yasha, Occasionally, he would be beaten up by that White Yaksha on the battlefield.

There is also a girl named Hualu. I don't know what her title is, but I heard that when she was retreating, she beat up a teammate who had the title of Guibin Dragon on the same team. And aggressively beat the leader of the fourth division who was behind until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Even in this Naraku, there are some people who are having fun while they are suffering, talking about interesting things on the battlefield to relieve boredom.

It's not all fun trivia, of course.

"The Shura-like man Shinsuke Takasugi, who leads the ghost army, was very active in Changzhou. Not long ago, he fought against the fifth team. He lost miserably, and most of his companions were killed or injured."

Mukuro finished the rigorous report word for word, and added a few more sentences.

"The captain of the Seventh Division said that he was lucky enough to face all of those people. Although some of them seemed incomprehensible, when they fought, they had the consciousness to drag them into hell even if they didn't care about their lives. Can a corrupt government do this?"

She glanced at Songyang who was lost in thought again, paused, but still didn't ask that question.

Are those people for you?

Now she also has some vague intuitions, and understands that asking some questions will only make people sad.

There are fewer and fewer names left on the list Songyang gave her.Once her list fell on the ground, and was picked up by the fierce-looking leader with old wounds on his face. Muke was shocked, watching him staring at the list in a daze, and stretched out his hand to add something to it. A few strokes, and then return it to her.

"Now there are only a few people left."

Mukuro held the list tightly and dared not make a sound. When the man walked away in silence, he took a cautious look and then froze.

After hesitating for a whole day, she walked slowly to Songyang's cell and handed her the updated list.

"The leader crossed out a few more names."

That was the first time she saw Songyang cry.

When this person was crying, she didn't move at all, she just sat there quietly, pursed her lips and didn't smile, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, flowed down her fair cheeks, and dripped onto the worn-out sheet in her hand. On the paper, the repeatedly traced handwriting was blurred into black ink blobs.

Mui held his breath, hugged his knees and squatted down, leaned his forehead against the cold railing, curled up into a small ball, and didn't dare to disturb her, just silently accompanied Songyang in sadness.

Although she didn't know why she was sad.

Maybe this person's smile is too warm, so I don't want to see her so sad.

——After conveying the information intermittently for two years, one day, the leader Oboro stopped her.

That was two days after being discovered that she was quietly learning to write with Songyang.

"tell her."

The overly serious man whose face was covered with old wounds seemed to speak after a sigh.

"All members of the Matsushita Private School, except Shinsuke Takasugi, Gintoki Sakata, and Kotaro Katsura, died in battle."

Mukuo hesitated for a whole day before telling Songyang about it. After hearing the news, Songyang was startled, and then spoke slowly.

"Today...can I be alone for a while?"

Mu nodded, and walked away holding the paper full of words, Songyang looked at the other person's thin back in a daze.

For a long time, she felt that her breathing stopped, her heart stopped beating, her whole body was torn in two by the raging torrent of the world, and like her endless fate, she recovered bit by bit, as if No scars were left.

"It's for you."

Behind it is still the invisible darkness.Xu looked at her calmly, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"In order to get you back, I let you lose the warm memories you want to protect and cherish. I also feel the pain with you."

Xu Youyou sighed.

"But I said it, Songyang."

"Your innocence will one day destroy everything you think you can protect."

"Can those three children really win this battlefield and take you back?"

"You know how it will turn out."

Songyang's pale green eyes flickered slightly, then closed again.

Xu waited patiently for Songyang to speak, but from that day on, Songyang never responded to Xu again.

She just continued, as if she realized that the end was near, persistently and meticulously continued to write the contents of the book on the wall, the floor, and the blank paper left by Mu, and then calmly looked at Mu and lowered her head to describe.

There was nothing left for the child.

Looking at the confused but serious look of the blue-haired girl, she thought of it with relief but helplessness.

The monsters who wanted to bond with humans and give them warmth ended up bringing bad luck to those children.

Xu repeated in her ears over and over again.

"Why did you betray you? He hates you, hates you for saving him, then abandoning him, leaving him stuck in this mud with no possibility of getting out."

"The dead students, they were probably begging their companions before they died, saying that it doesn't matter if I die, please continue to fight, in order to get back our teacher."

"That proud child, Takasugi Shinsuke, could have been alone, but for you he was willing to throw away his title of warrior and embark on this road of no return. He will also be bloodied for revenge in the future."

"Xiao Taro is a smart boy. If he hadn't met you, he would have a better future, and he wouldn't be as involuntary as he is now."

"Yinshi, once the son of a ghost, you wanted him to learn to be a human, and in the end he turned into a ghost because of you."

"So far, what have you changed?"

In the dark dungeon, the sound of other people's footsteps was heard for a long time, and the monk's staff made a crisp bell, just like the moment when the feathers of the yakaja covered the night sky a few years ago.

"Come out, it's time."

Songyang took some effort to push Xu back, she stood up slowly with difficulty, and when she passed by the gray-haired man guarding the door, her footsteps stopped slightly.

She used to think that it was the redemption and forgiveness given to her by human beings at that time.

There are really humans in this world who are willing to get close to a monster that has stripped its disguise, and give everything for such a monster——

From that day on, Yoshida Shoyo was born from this world in a true sense, and with such warm power, he sealed the evil and sins that have gone through reincarnation into the depths of his soul.

Monsters become human beings, what they try to give with human hands, and what they get from humans, can fill the void in their hearts and the precious memories of the long lonely years.

Simply because monsters have encountered humans.

"Can...can you convey the last word for me?"

Xu stood behind Songyang and watched her back expressionlessly, but she didn't realize it, and said in a low voice.

"Thanks to you, I was able to meet those children and live as Yoshida Shoyo."

The man suddenly froze.

"Thank you."

How lucky to have met you.

You wove me a dream, I thought I could--

That day, when Mui was lying in front of her cell door and began to practice calligraphy, Lun walked out of the corner for the first time.

"Muku, what are you doing?"

Maybe it was because they were too focused, neither of them expected him to speak out suddenly, and the conditioned reflex wanted to hide the copybook in his bosom, which was naturally exposed completely.

"Are you still doing this kind of thing?"

At that time, Songyang still couldn't face the familiar but unfamiliar face, and turned around to leave him with a stubborn back.

For her, the growth of human beings is like a fleeting moment, and her memory still stays on the child sitting in front of the campfire with a longing face. In the blink of an eye, he has become a Shura covered in a sea of ​​blood.

——It was her retreat that created such a cause and effect.

"Defy the destiny, fall into despair, and still refuse to give up these meaningless things?"

Has it become meaningless?

Song Yang pursed her lips, feeling that the breezy smile on her face could hardly be maintained, the corners of her mouth fell down uncontrollably, and there was a sour taste on her lips and tongue that was as turbulent as the emotions in her heart.

Are you no longer willing to regard me as a teacher and become my big disciple?

If I had stayed for you back then—

But in life, there is no way to turn back except to move forward.

"I...have never thought of defying the so-called destiny. I have always been fighting against myself."

A murderer who wants to become a human being, the only one in this world who can really restrain her is herself.

She wanted too much to escape her past as a murderer, and carefully tried to push everything she cherished out of her destiny, but pushed it in the other direction where Naraku was.

It was her weakness and abandonment that made it difficult for her to move forward now, unable to grasp anything, and could only allow this road to extend to the result she least wanted to see.

"In the beginning, I didn't know anything except taking. Whether it was hope or agreement, it was because my innocence no longer existed. I thought that my hands could give nothing to others. So I kept trying and thinking Fight against such a weak self."

In the end, it was those children who gave her the courage to live as a human being.

"Luckily someone taught me."

If there is anything I can bring to you who cannot help yourself——

"As a human being, you are far more free than you think."

I so want to weave a beautiful dream for you too.

—but only hurt you.

"So, I want to say sorry to you."

If I hadn't hesitated, if I hadn't abandoned you, if I'd conquered my weakness, if I'd had time to hold the hand you struggled out of this abyss—

"If it's possible, I really hope you can meet."

Just like the most important agreement under the pine tree that year.

"Those children... and the big disciples I am proud of!"

In front of him is the doomed fate that cannot be turned back.

Her disciples are no longer the immature appearance in memory, but have become real adults. Although they are facing deep pain now, they will continue to bravely walk along the path of their hearts in the future.

She never looked back at Takasugi and Gui who were tightly suppressed by the Naraku crowd, nor did she look at Gintoki who raised a knife to her and burst into tears.

Takasugi's pleading voice was so desperate that it almost screamed, and he walked over the "self" everywhere, and stood behind her.

"Enough is enough, this pain is enough, your persistence has brought you to this end in the end, if all this is destined, it should be over, let me—"

One second before the knife fell, Songyang murmured like a sigh.

"sorry."

I'm sorry that I couldn't save your other self who was a monster until the end.

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