[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

The evil ghost is a little smaller than Songyang imagined, with a terribly thin body, a dirty face, messy hair that can't see the original color, clothes that haven't been changed for a long time, mixed with various There are all kinds of stains that cannot be seen, and the original gray-blue background can be seen from the edge of the skirt.

Those eyes are a beautiful ruby ​​color, and they often reveal a vigilant aura like a beast.

The little devil didn't speak.

Song Yang guessed that he might have wandered around the battlefield for too long, and besides dead people were carrion crows, so he lost the ability to communicate with people, or maybe no one had ever taught him to speak, so he brought a fierce beast breath.

The little evil ghost quietly hugged the obscurity knife that Songyang threw to him, and stubbornly followed behind Songyang.

The clogs on his feet seemed to have a cracked heel on one side, and he was limping when he walked.

Songyang didn't know if there was a hidden wound on his body, and wanted to check him, but he didn't let Songyang touch it at all, and insisted on stepping on his tattered shoes to show a stubborn look.

So Songyang tries to catch him.This little evil spirit is extremely flexible, presumably in order to be able to hide and survive on the battlefield, he must have developed a powerful dodging ability like a field mouse, but unfortunately he couldn't hide from Songyang, and was easily caught by Songyang in the blink of an eye His two arms held him over his head and clasped his shoulders.

"Hurry up."

Songyang framed his bare legs in the crook of his arms, motioning him to wrap his free hand around his neck.

"If you move around, your little head will turn into a watermelon with a bang."

Too light.

A small child was lying on her back, not even much heavier than the knife, and the arm holding her was even more bony, with the bones and curved blood vessels in the wrist protruding a bit hideously.

Under the hazy moonlight, Songyang could only vaguely see a few dark brown scars on his arms, which indeed seemed to be left untreated after being injured, and when the wounds healed slowly, the scars remained behind. There, time cannot take away this trace.

Are there any other scars like this?

Songyang wanted to ask him, but knew that he would not answer, so he could only sigh softly.

Humans don't necessarily treat their fellow humans equally.

In the final analysis, the child named as a cannibal ghost is still a human being, and he cannot heal immediately after being injured. Even so, some people will want to hurt such a child who is clearly a human being.

Could this kid hate humans?Songyang can't get an answer now.

To be honest, she didn't know whether her act of giving the knife was impulsive, let alone turned around and left after giving the knife, and she was not sure whether the child would follow as she said.

Fortunately the kid is willing.

This little ghost was different from all the human cubs she had ever seen. He was not like Asuke, who had both parents, innocent and lively, and he was not like the noisy orphans in her yard, at least he still lived in the human world.

It's not like hazy either.

He doesn't look hazy at all.

Besides having red eyes, it's not like her in the past.

She didn't extend her hand to this child because she was looking for someone's shadow from this child, nor was she doing good deeds to save homeless street children.

But she couldn't explain why, she just felt that at a certain moment, when the little evil spirit picked up the knife on the ground keenly and blocked it in front of her, she thought, this child should not stay in the corpses everywhere, should not be like Like her in the past, she was neither a human being nor a monster in the end, standing on the narrow road leading to human beings, teetering, and facing the danger of falling into the abyss at any time.

Although they are different in nature, they are all outside the world that humans live in. Whether they are called monsters or evil ghosts that eat people, they are not in the category that will be warmly accepted by humans. , Such two people come together, how many will not feel lonely.

Well, she admitted that maybe it was because she had felt lonely before, so she decided on her own, thinking that this child was the same, standing in the sea of ​​blood, seeing the stars all over the sky reflecting her own shadow, feeling in her heart Just thought, how nice it would be if there was someone by my side.

"what's your name?"

Songyang asked him.

The little devil writhed restlessly on her back a few times, not knowing whether he heard her words clearly, and let out a few gasps from his throat.

Songyang was not in a hurry, and walked slowly through the golden wheat field with his back on his back.They walked and walked until night fell, Songyang finally heard the little evil ghost speak.

"Sakata, Gintoki."

The voice is still the immature voice of a child before it grows up, a little hoarse, a name is said intermittently, but it is more or less in a state of willingness to communicate with others.

Songyang was a little happy and continued to ask. "How old are you?"

"..."

"Six? Seven?"

The little devil named Yinshi seemed lost in thought.

Songyang saw that he was silent for a long time, and was about to ask another question when he heard a small snoring sound from his shoulder.

Is asleep.

Songyang felt inexplicably relieved.She found a fairly clean cave, and gently put Yinshi down, and put the hay she picked under his head.

Yinshi curled himself up into a ball when he was sleeping, and Songyang wanted to see his condition, but was worried that his movements would wake him up too much.

She lightly tried to touch Yinshi's coat, but Yinshi turned over and pressed the hem of the coat under her arm, obviously unwilling to let her touch it.Songyang had no choice but to give up temporarily.

Then she took a few steps back and sat on the side, looking at the lights of the human village that were brightly lit far outside the cave.

Human beings are sometimes very close to her, as if separated by this piece of withered grass, although it takes a few days to travel, they can finally reach the other shore.

Sometimes across a universe.Trapped on her little planet, she watched human beings come together, villages, towns, countries.They wake up and rest day by day, so day after day, they feel life, old age, sickness, and death, from opening and closing their eyes, but only a few decades.

And what is silver hour?

Song Yang thought, looked at Yin Shi with his back facing her, and sighed.

For Gintoki, is it luck to be picked up by her, or is it another kind of misery?

——When Yinshi woke up, Songyang was sitting on the edge of the cave with his back to him.

In front of her was a burning fire, and there was a field of colorful mushrooms thrown at her feet, and some she wore on the branches and roasted back and forth in the flames.

"Yinshi? You're already awake, are you hungry?"

Silver could not help but roll his eyes.He came over, and under Songyang's surprised eyes, he snatched the black-painted mushroom skewers from her hand and threw them far away.

"Toxic, idiot."

Songyang was not annoyed at being despised by the kid who didn't reach her waist, but only looked regretfully at the scattered mushrooms on the ground, and smashed a fist with one hand to the palm of the other.

"Then—I'll find some more ingredients—"

"Do not."

Gintoki enunciated this word clearly, and the meaning of rejection was very strong.

Song Yang asked curiously. "You haven't eaten anything since yesterday, won't you be hungry?"

Yinshi didn't bother to care about her, squatted down and sorted the mushrooms, threw the poisonous ones aside, picked up a few non-poisonous ones, and handed them straight to Songyang.

"Take it, you can eat it."

"Yinshi is so smart."

Songyang couldn't help touching his messy hair, Yinshi turned his head to hide, but he didn't dodge, so he could only stand there and let her rub it, his eyes looked at her strangely, but he didn't say anything.

——In the next few days, they lived by picking mushrooms along the way.

There are no usable ingredients in the mountains, and there are no animals that can be hunted. The mushrooms collected for several days can only barely satisfy our hunger.

When Songyang sat down to roast mushrooms again, Yinshi's voice sounded slowly from behind her.

"Where's the name?" The originally jerky pronunciation has become smoother these days.

"The name is Songyang."

"What's your last name?"

"My surname..." Song Yang focused on flipping the grilled mushrooms, and replied casually.

"Nasu—"

"...You are simply looking at the mushrooms to temporarily fool Ah Yin."

Now I can speak well again.Songyang thought, but couldn't help teasing him.

"Ah, sorry, it's actually Yamadera—"

"Seiyuu stalking is also absolutely prohibited."

"This time it's true." Songyang quietly glanced at the signboard of the Ramen House at the gate of the village not far away, and read. "It's Yoshida--it's Yoshida, Yoshida, my full name is Yoshida Shoyo."

"It's better to be real this time."

Yinshi looked over suspiciously, his eyes followed the direction she was facing, and his expression suddenly collapsed.

"By the way, the signboard of the ramen shop over there seems to have your surname, Songyang—so why are you roasting mushrooms here instead of eating ramen!"

"That's because I don't have any money."

Songyang calmly threw away the accidentally burnt mushrooms, and slowly put on the second skewer. "When I went out, I met the old village chief who would sell novice equipment in Novice Village. I couldn't help but spend everything."

"What about the equipment?"

"It's time to give it to Yin."

"..." Yinshi couldn't help holding the knife tightly in his arms, afraid that the next step would be to take the knife back and exchange it for money, so he muttered angrily.

"What do you mean now? You're dressed so clean and you don't have a dime. Could it be that you picked up Ah Yin so casually just to eat him? Are you a cannibal female monster? Ah Yin looks dirty, it doesn’t taste good, sure enough, it’s better to take all the money and run away now, the knife is Ah Yin’s, even if it’s sold at a pawn shop, it’s Ah Yin’s.”

"...you heard everything."

The corner of Songyang's mouth twitched, and he suddenly missed Yinshi when he was silent, so he turned his head and glanced at Yinshi.

"Silver, you... it's cuter to shut up."

"...What do you want to do! Don't look at Ayin with the kind of eyes that want to make Ah Yin dumb!!"

However, the problem Yinshi complained about did give Song Yang a headache.

It was an accident to meet Yinshi. When she left the money to Granny Meizi, she didn't expect that the so-called evil ghost was actually a kid who hadn't even changed his teeth.

Yinshi undoubtedly has a physical quality that is different from ordinary people. If he goes to a regular martial arts field to study, he will become a famous warrior in the future. But now Yinshi can't get along with ordinary people normally, so Songyang also He would not choose to leave Yinshi in a certain village.

Just so long ago.

Song Yang looked at Yin Shi swallowing half-baked mushrooms forcefully, holding his face in a daze in melancholy.

Going on like this is not an option after all.

——As a result, they wandered around Mount Ashigara for a week, and Song Yang still hadn't figured out how to get money.

It had just rained heavily in the mountains, and even though they were wearing straw hats and coir raincoats, the two of them were still drenched. Yinshi's pair of wooden clogs were taken by Songyang and the heels were broken, so they finally stopped wobbling when walking.

When the rain stopped and the sky gradually darkened, Songyang found an abandoned shrine where he could temporarily settle down. The water in the river next to the shrine was still quite clear.She asked Yinshi to take a bath, and then asked Yinshi if she wanted to help, but Yinshi shyly told her to go away, Songyang walked a few steps and asked him again. "Can the clothes be washed by themselves?"

Yinshi's undressed hand paused, after confirming that she hadn't turned back, he breathed a sigh of relief, and urged impatiently.

"Let's go, let's go, Ah Yin must be cleaner than you."

After taking a bath, Yinshi, with his wet white hair on his head, held up his clean clothes to warm himself by the fire, and his stomach was growling with hunger. Songyang, who had started to take a bath over there, started talking enthusiastically.

"Gintoki, it was near here that Minamoto Raimitsu met a strong man named Kintaro—"

"Oh, so how much money does this have to do with Yinjiang, who is about to starve to death?"

Yinshi is used to her habit of telling a bunch of boring historical stories from time to time in the past few days, and she is extremely proficient in rolling her eyes.

"Can things like knowledge fill Ah Yin's flat stomach?"

"Ah... can't you?"

"It's strange if you can, you idiot Songyang!"

The clothes were drying slowly, and when Yinshi was still turning the clothes inside out, Songyang had already finished his shower and walked over in wet clothes.

"Yinshi, give me a place to warm up—"

"What are you doing!!!"

The half-naked white-haired kid in front of him took a few steps back, and the clothes in his hand almost fell into the fire.He hurriedly put on the clothes that were not yet dry, and turned around quickly.

"What's wrong with you Obasan! Don't just run around like this!"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Songyang didn't see clearly whether he was injured or not. Seeing his reaction so violently, he looked at his clothes and didn't find anything wrong, so he asked suspiciously.

"What happened to my clothes?"

"It's wet! It's wet! It's all stuck to you! Stupid Songyang!"

"Ah, it seems to be—"

"What does it look like? Don't just have an adult face. You don't know as much common sense as Ah Yin, okay?"

Yinshi was so angry that his stomach hurt, he clutched his stomach and squatted down, grunting, and felt his head spinning for some reason.

"What... what's going on, Ah Yin is so angry that stars are appearing in front of his eyes——and his head is dizzy——"

The silver-haired child suddenly fell forward, and Songyang stretched out his hand to help him, feeling the scalding heat from his skin in the palm of his hand, and suddenly felt bad.

"Ah—Songyang turned into a star and flew—"

The child muttered this sentence, rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.

The author has something to say: there will be a little private setting about Yinshi's life experience in the future. Anyway, it's over and I don't talk about the past before I met the teacher, so I can play it freely