[Gintama] Calm down, find a time machine

On the way to the execution ground, I looked at the darkening sky.

The bonfires burning all around gave off orange-red light reflecting the dark sky, and a puff of hopeless smoke filled the surroundings lonely.

The scorching wind that blows over the campfire blows the remaining tears on this cheek.

My heart is like being crushed by a boulder.

Teacher Songyang walked in front of me, watching his back and step by step without hesitation. Although I followed behind, there was always a feeling that the distance between each other was getting farther and farther.At this time, I couldn't see Teacher Songyang's expression, and I didn't know what kind of mood he was walking forward with.

But like me?Trying to suppress an unspoken feeling in your heart?

The distance from the execution ground was getting closer and closer, and the breath of hot flashes actually carried a strong smell of blood. Slowly, I also saw corpses everywhere in the distance.The corpses included those from the Heavenly Dao, as well as comrades-in-arms from our barracks, and occasionally one or two familiar faces were found dead on the ground.

"This, what is this?"

No one gave me an answer, but it was obvious that just now, there was a bloody battle here.

As I limped forward along the road, a familiar voice struck my heart again in amazement: "Teacher Songyang——!"

I lifted her up and looked at the silver-white curly-haired boy in front of me, and my footsteps stopped immediately.Looking at the dirty Sakata Ginshi, he was suppressed by two monks from the Heavenly Dao Congregation, his hands were bound behind his back and he was forced to kneel on the ground. The two monks crossed his neck with Buddhist staffs.

However, like a wild beast running free, it screamed and broke free without any regard for separation.

"Yinshi...?" Locking on Yinshi's silver-white head, it immediately pierced into my heart like a sharp sword.I frantically wanted to break free from the shackles of the killers around me, but my shoulders were firmly held down and I couldn't move, and my hands were also tightly bound by the hemp rope.The rough hemp rope rubbed against his wrist, but he ignored the pain for a while.

Hearing my voice, Yinshi's body paused, his eyes widened and he slowly turned his head, his mouth moved slightly, watching me being forced to pass Teacher Songyang, rubbing shoulders with Teacher Songyang And then I saw a trace of loneliness in Mr. Songyang's eyes.

There is a pit in front of the execution ground, and behind it is a cushion. A strong celestial man is holding a white wakizashi in his hand, and that wakizashi is exactly the knife that Master Shoyo gave me.The man's eyes are contemptuous and arrogant, looking at us like ants.

I was escorted to a place one or two meters away from the pit. Two monks pressed my shoulders hard, and I struggled unwillingly to break free.Finally, the impatient two monks kicked me on the back of my knees. I couldn't stand still and forced me to kneel on the ground. The stones were on my knees, which made me bark my teeth in pain.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down his restless heart.He turned his head to see that Teacher Songyang had finished talking with Yinshi at this time, turned his back and walked towards the pit step by step.

My back was like an electric shock, I suddenly leaned forward, and shouted at Mr. Songyang, who was not backing down at all: "Teacher Songyang——! This, this..."

When I walked around the pit, I saw Teacher Songyang turn around and look at me.I stretched my neck to look at Mr. Songyang's calm eyes, and now I was slowly kneeling on the ground. Mr. Songyang's calmness made me a little timid.Looking at his side face, Liu Hai covered his eyes so that he couldn't see his expression clearly at this time.

Everything seemed to happen in an instant.

My heart was beating continuously and gradually beating faster and faster, as if the oppressive feeling like the sky was about to fall slowly oppressed me.His eyes were jerky and it felt like tears were about to flow out, but in fact there was nothing.Feeling bloated and astringent sucks, I just feel like I'm going to break down.

"Teacher Songyang..." I opened my mouth weakly with expectation, wanting to call back Teacher Songyang.

Teacher Songyang turned his head slowly, and the wind blew through Teacher Songyang's beautiful long hair, letting it fly. At this moment, I found that his expression was the same as before, and his gentleness like spring breeze soothed my heart that could not be settled.His gaze slowly turned to Yinshi's side, watching the Adam's apple rolling up and down, Teacher Songyang spoke lightly, and the tears that were suppressed in his heart and couldn't be released instantly rushed down from the bottom of his eyes.

Teacher Songyang said, "Don't look at it."

……

"Teacher Songyang——!" I stretched my neck and screamed, watching the long-haired man slowly lower his head, the long hair on his shoulders slipped, the familiar profile of the familiar person was so far away from me .

I kept struggling and didn't care about the monks of the Heavenly Dao who held my shoulders tightly, and let them wring out the wound on my shoulder and bleed.I watched helplessly holding up the white wakizashi that Teacher Songyang gave me... I watched helplessly, I half opened my mouth and wanted to speak, but the words were all stuck in my throat, leaving only a hoarse "ahah" voice .Tears rolled down one by one quickly, shaking his head constantly.

The raised white Wakizasa blade shone brighter under the moonlight and the bonfire, sliding down in a silver-white arc in vain.

——"Don't look at it."

The familiar voice hit the shallowest layer of my heart, I pursed my lips and closed my eyes suddenly.

It only takes a second to end, but... Even if I can't see it, I can hear the sound of sharp blades breaking bones and blood spraying.Although I couldn't see it, I could still feel the smell of blood and the warm blood splashing on my cheeks.

The constant trembling of the body was a bit uncontrollable, and the nails were deeply sunken into the flesh, and the stickiness flowed down the fingers.The hands behind his back kept struggling, hoping to break free from the shackles of the hemp rope.

"Song, Teacher Songyang? Teacher Songyang—" Yin Shi's shrill cry could reach thousands of miles away.

In comparison, I was timid.I lowered my head vigorously and didn't dare to look up. I didn't want to see that scene.However, the stiff falling sound seemed to tear me apart.Kneading and trampling on my most vulnerable places, bruising all over my body.

The laughter stimulated me.

As if the character was completed, the celestial being behind me untied the hemp rope on my wrist, and I stood up slowly with my head down.He raised his hand and gently wiped away the warm blood on his cheek, put it to his mouth and stretched out his tongue to touch it, the bloody smell spread from the tip of his tongue in an instant.

The injury on my leg made me stagger when I walked. Amidst the laughter, I kicked sideways on the crotch of one celestial being, turned over and swept the temple of the other celestial being.Then after landing firmly, I walked straight towards the executioner who was about to leave with his knife.

Laugh at, ridicule, contempt.

Slowly, a group of monks gathered around and looked at me with unkind eyes.

I just felt that my sanity was being deprived bit by bit, and I didn't feel the slightest in the face of those dangers.The terrified expression of the executioner in front of me aroused my interest. Seeing me walking in step by step, the executioner drew out a white wedge and stabbed it towards my heart. I grabbed the blade with my left hand and put the knife aside, with a smile on my face He paused and said, "Hey! This knife is mine."

As soon as the words fell, the right hand had already grabbed the man's hand holding the handle of the knife, and quickly grabbed the knife forcefully and drew an arc to cut off the executioner's head.

With the sound of my head falling to the ground and the dull sound of falling to the ground, I knelt stiffly on the ground, took back the white Wakizashi with the scabbard, and hugged Wakizashi tightly.I still didn't dare to peek at another body that was about to become icy beside me, and an aura of terror swept over me in an instant.

It just feels incredible.

Although I have experienced such a brush with life and death more than once, and I have complained that the enemy killed my closest person, but it is equivalent anyway.You killed me and I killed you, all because we all bear the lives of many people, but Yoshida Shoyo is completely different!

just die?

A young teacher who just taught martial arts was killed like this?

Lying on the back of a familiar man under the cherry blossom tree, feeling the familiar breath.But now, that man is gone...

Under the light of the moonlight and the bonfire, and under layers of darkness, I saw the surrounding monks rushing towards me with their Buddhist staffs raised high.

——I must not die until I avenge Teacher Songyang!

He stood up with difficulty, but still staggered and limply lay on the ground, and Wakizawa threw it a few meters.I tried to reach out with one hand, but Wakizawa was stepped on by a monk.

Lost sanity was torn apart again, I jumped up suddenly, ignoring my almost broken leg, I raised my fist and punched the man in the head.However, the Buddha's sword held by the man threw me several meters away and hit the wall.Feeling increasingly tired and weak.

I closed my eyes and lowered my head slightly, I had no strength to resist for a long time.

I wanted to resist countless times, and even lost my mind because of the departure and injury of the closest people, but I was still too weak, and my physical strength was still not enough.I also had to get promoted.

To avenge Teacher Songyang.

Supporting the wall with both hands, I tried my best to get up. Seeing Wakizashi who was far away from me and the Heavenly Daoists who were slowly surrounding me, I clenched my fists, and unwillingly planned to resist again.

I can hear Gintoki hissing my name, and at the same time, it overlaps with another "Ghost Soldiers, come on—" at the same time.I watched the celestial beings fall one by one in the shadows.A pair of men in straw sandals stood in front of me, a bloody hand stretched out to me.

Gui Xiaotaro's gentle voice sounded: "Bacai? Are you still... okay?"

are you OK?

I pulled the corner of my mouth into a wry smile.

"Teacher Songyang...is dead."