[Gintama] Don't go against your heart

Gintoki Sakata met Yoshida Matsuyo while he was gnawing on rotten rice balls he had scavenged from corpses.

At that time, he was still holding a knife in his arms, which he also found from the piles of dead bodies. The blood on the blade was still wet, exuding a strong smell of blood, which made people sick, but these It has nothing to do with him, because when he was young, the knife in his arms seemed to be the only tool used to keep him alive.

When Yoshida Matsuyo was standing behind him, he jumped up reflexively and pulled out the knife. It must be those people again, as long as he was dealt with quickly, the scarlet eyes of Gintoki at that time radiated The murderous look that peers shouldn't have.

It seemed that the man was a kind-hearted gentleman with slightly bent eyes, a handsome face and a gentle smile. Yin Shi was obviously taken aback. He had never seen such a person before.

"I heard that there is a ghost that eats corpses, so I came to see it. Is that you? You are such a cute ghost." The warmth from the corner of his mouth was something he had never seen before.

Still maintaining a defensive posture, Yinshi stared at Songyang's eyes, full of defense.

"Is that also taken from the corpse? Is it amazing for a child to use all available things on the corpse to protect himself in this way." Then he smiled, took off his sword and handed it to him. Yin Shi, "Here, my sword. If you want to know how to use it, come with me. From now on, wield it, not to cut off the enemy, but to cut off the weak self. Not for To protect yourself, but to protect your own soul."

Yinshi was silent for a long time before taking the knife.

The blood-colored setting sun, Yinshi's young body was lying on Songyang's back, his blood-stained and mud-stained hands wrapped around his warm neck, staring at his warm-colored hair for a long time, before opening his dry eyes slightly. Mouth, for the first time in months:

"……thanks."

Finally, Songyang brought Yinshi to the private school. The old-fashioned Japanese-style house, wooden frame and grass roof, flowers and plants are all decorated, simple and elegant.There is a tall cherry tree near the corridor. In spring, the whole courtyard is full of petals.

While there, I met the second person, Shinsuke Takasugi.

With dark purple shattered hair, clear green eyes, and fair skin, if it weren't for the awkward expression on his face, Yinshi might have spoken to him or something.

Still he didn't speak.

"...You!" Seeing the boy stomping his feet angrily, Yin Shi was actually a little happy.

"Teacher Xianxi has a stomachache." The boy left this sentence and ran away.

String eve?Who is that?

Yinshi didn't think much about it, Songyang turned directly to the room, where Yinshi met the brothers and sisters Gui.

"I'm Katsura Kotaro, I like meatballs and buckwheat noodles..." Seeing the boy with the ponytail in front of him talking seriously, Gintoki actually had the idea that he would keep talking if he didn't interrupt him, and then he said Said the second sentence.

"This is my sister Xianxi, who is currently suffering from stomach pain."

Gintoki looked over, Xianxi was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, black hair loose, sickly white skin, blue blood vessels could almost be seen on the arms, long eyelashes cast shadows on the face, He was the first person Gintoki had ever seen with the longest hair besides Songyang, and Gintoki felt it was a pity when Xianxi cut her hair short.

Later, Teacher Songyang asked Gui to take Yinshi to change his clothes and familiarize himself with the environment. Gui chattered endlessly along the way, although Yinshi didn't quite understand what he was talking about.

"... Wig Kotaro," Gintoki said after a long time, "Are you thirsty?"

"It's not a wig, it's osmanthus. I'm not thirsty."

The next day, Yinshi was brought into the classroom by Songyang. Songyang told the children that he was their new classmate, and gave Yinshi a textbook that he copied newly at night.

Yinshi tried his best to pretend to be calm, but he couldn't help getting nervous when he was stared at by more than a dozen pairs of peers.He simply didn't listen to Songyang's class, and even if he did, he couldn't understand it.

During the break, Gui dragged Xianxi to find Yinshi. Yinshi didn't want to talk to them at first, but changed his mind the next second.

"Yinshi, why is your hair so curly?" Gui touched Yinshi's curly hair curiously, and asked with blinking eyes.

"Stupid Nissan, this is called natural curling." Xian Xi said with a yawn.

"It's amazing! It's natural curly hair!" Gui was very excited. After all, the Gui family all have straight black hair, and touched the curly hair of Yin Shi, "It's like a sheep..."

"Yeah." This was the first person Yinshi met who said he was naturally curly.

"Hey Yinshi, can you practice swords with us later?"

"Yeah." Yinshi replied a little bluntly, turning away his gaze.

When Yin was in the kendo class, he had already become friends with Gui and the others.With his sweaty little face, Yinshi lay under the tree with Gui and Gaoshan panting for breath.

"You're not bad."

"You're good too."

"Hey, let me tell you three, hurry up and wash up after beating."

Children's friendship is always easy to establish, and the later days can be said to be the happiest time since Yinshi was born.

"Ah Yinshi! That's not how red beans are eaten!" Xianxi looked at the red beans piled up in Yinshi's bowl, "Your sense of taste is definitely wrong!"

"That's right, Yinshi, people who eat so much sweets will be as weak as sweets. As a samurai, it should be buckwheat noodles..." Gui said while eating the soba noodles.

"Wig, I think you have something wrong with your brain." Yinshi responded with a big mouthful.

"Not a wig is Gui!"

"Who cares about that?"

"You guys are so noisy, can't you be more peaceful?" Gao Shan at the side glanced at the two of them disdainfully.

"What are you talking about, Short Shan, you can only have an advantage in height?"

"You try to call me that name again! And hurry up and wipe your booger clean!"

At that time, Yinshi didn't have a deep concept of birthdays, and he couldn't even remember his own birthday, or even if he remembered, no one would help him celebrate it.

On the day of Songyang's birthday, it happened to be the harvest season. The large golden wheat fields and the gentle curve of the man's mouth against the setting sun were simply the most beautiful picture in Yinshi's eyes.

As the children in the private school and the villagers filled the room with gifts one after another, Yinshi remembered that he hadn't given any gifts yet, so he didn't know what to give, sugar or strawberry milk.

Xianxi, who was inadvertently asked by Yinshi, licked the maltose stick Gui bought just now, and then remembered, "I didn't send my present, or we will give it together."

When I took over the silver, I was sent by Xianxi to run around the village for several times before I found what Xianxi liked, and then went back to the private school to give the gift to Songyang after several twists and turns. At that time, the sky was completely dark down.

In the end, the four of them celebrated Songyang's birthday together. When everyone inadvertently asked about Yinshi's birthday, he turned his attention away from the cake, stayed silent for a while and looked away, "... I don't remember."

Hearing this, Songyang stretched out his hand and rubbed Yinshi's curly hair gently, and then said with a smile, "From then on, Yinshi will have the same birthday as the teacher."

Surprise flashed in Yinshi's scarlet eyes, and then he pretended to be disdainful and said awkwardly in the eyes of the other three: "Then Yinsang, I will reluctantly agree."

Songyang still smiled softly, his lips parted slightly, "Yes."

"First of all, Yinsang, I reluctantly agreed, so I'm not very happy."

"Yes Yes."

"Natural rolls are really cheap for you."

"Why don't you go on the same day as Yinsang and the teacher, Takasugi."

"What wig are you talking about? How can Shorty Shan and Yinsang be on the same day as me?"

"It's not short fir, Yinshi, do you want to die?"

"That's enough for you little ghosts, if you don't come here again, the teacher will eat up the cake."

"Oh teacher, save some cake for Yinsang!"

The days flowed quietly like this, and Yinshi at that time may not have known how fortunate it was to have met these partners in childhood.

Just as winter was about to enter, Yoshida Shoyo was taken away by a heavenly being who came suddenly.

At that time, everything was as normal as in the past, Takasugi was still listening to the class with his chin resting on his hands, Xianxi and Gui were in a daze and the other was listening to the class seriously, while he was sitting in the last position and sleeping with the knife in his arms as usual, when he suddenly woke up, he relaxed. Yang has been forcibly dragged out by those heavenly beings wearing bamboo hats and monk uniforms.

Most of the children hadn't realized it yet, Gaoshan and Gui rushed out first, they grabbed Songyang's sleeves tightly to prevent him from leaving, Gui's eyes were almost red.

But no matter how much they cried and made a fuss, Song Yang, who had nothing to do with them when he cried, managed to break free from their hands and was taken away by the group of heavenly beings.

Gintoki ignored Xianxi's words and rushed over with a roar, but before he could pull out the knife, he was pinned down on the ground and his hands were tied, and then the hair on the back of his head was pulled to make him kneel up , received a solid punch in the face.

He heard Song Yang, who was calm in the past, said anxiously and sharply: "He's just a child, don't touch him!"

He quickly raised his head to look at him, with only fear and uneasiness in his eyes, he started to stand up, but the imprisonment around him prevented him from moving, he could only watch Songyang turn and leave.

"Teacher Songyang..." He opened his mouth to make Songyang stop, although he didn't know how dry his mouth was at the moment.

Yoshida Matsuyo paused and stopped.

"Yinshi, I'll leave it to you next time." His tone was the same as before, calm as water, as if he was just going out for a while, "Don't worry, I will definitely be back soon."

"So, before I come back, please protect your companions and everyone."

Then he turned his head around, laughing in arcs of tears under the dark night sky, for a moment Sakata Yinshi had an illusion, as if the time went back to the time when he first entered the private school many years ago, at night Songyang caressed him affectionately That fluffy curly hair, obviously the same smile, why does it look so sad now.

Then Songyang said the last words left to Sakata Gintoki in this life.

"It's a word."

Seeing his figure going further and further away, Yinshi struggled desperately, but he couldn't escape the shackles of that death. In the end, he looked at the burning private school, tears burst out of his eyes no longer unbearable, and wept loudly in the firelight. It looks very sad in the illuminated night.

"Teacher Songyang—!"

The author has something to say:

10.10 is such a special day >2<! ! !Yinsang's birthday is also Songyang Sansan's birthday~~ Happy birthday to them! !Said that it was specially published in order to save the manuscript today...

Happy birthday to Eun-sang in advance~~

PS: I originally wanted to write a birthday theater or something, but I was afraid that I would not be able to write about the atmosphere, so I only wrote this, I hope Mina-san will forgive me~~

Kagura: Alright, alright, I can cut the cake, Aru, I finally endured a lot of nonsense from the author Aru v

Shinpachi: You can’t say that about others, the author San is also working very hard (_)-(_)

Kagura: Then we can eat cake now (o)

Gintoki: Hey, my birthday star hasn’t opened my mouth yet, so I should eat first if I want to eat (-ι-)

Kagura: But did you speak just now? Well, I'm going to eat cake!Sadharu, why did you eat first (*｀Д*)

Author Sang: Wait for you, I have to read a passage before I can eat it.

Kagura: Why are you bothering Aru so much.

Author Sang: Then I will start. [clears throat]

That man, whose silver hair was stained with blood, looked like a Yaksha during the war.

Sakata Gintoki, the White Yaksha who was active in the later period of the eradication of barbarians and created countless legends.

Stick to your Bushido, stick to your Bushido.

Protect everything you want to protect.

Even with a bloody head...

Shinpachi: Hey, wait, why do you read this kind of thing, it doesn't match at all, hey! (*д)

Kagura: That’s right, Aru, Yin-san just wants to try his best to maintain his stalwart image that is taller than the Tower of Babylon, Aru (ーдー;)

Silver: What are you talking about!Yinsang, is this what I look like in your minds!

Author Sang: () Alright, let Yinsang give a speech~~~~

Gintoki: Well, since you guys insist I'm going to say [clears throat]

Arnold, actually for Yinsang.

You remember Ah Yin's birthday and you are so serious about celebrating my birthday, it is already a very touching thing!

So many soft girls are very happy to help Yinsang celebrate his birthday!

It's as pleasant as eating a strawberry parfait!

You don't need to spend money on the birthday gift of Yinsang, but remember to help Yinsang make a wish for Yinsang to become more silver in the coming year~

Kagura: The most important thing is the increase in funding, Aru!Let the theatrical silver fucking also be sold to CHINA Alu!

Author Sang: Very good~ That’s it, let us say one last thing together——

Silver mulberry!Happy birthday!