cloudy day

Is it... day or night?

The girl who just woke up from a messy dream was thinking slowly with her sea blue eyes stained with darkness.

This is a basement with no windows and no light coming in.

How many days has she been locked up?

Can't remember.Time seemed to have stood still.

Squeak—the sound of the dilapidated wooden door being pushed open suddenly sounded.

Kagura just raised his eyes and glanced lightly ahead.She didn't have the strength to cry out.She realized once again how little her power was.

The ones who came were the routine food deliverers.

The ugly middle-aged man impatiently put the food on the table beside him, and then said to the girl with unreasonable pride and self-righteous pity: "It's so pitiful..."

Kagura didn't respond.She didn't even give him a look.

The man seemed to be irritated. He wanted to do something and remembered Komaru's instructions, so he spat and cursed: "Do you think you are still a spoiled little princess? No one wants you f*cking long ago! Three days It's coming soon, and your brother hasn't appeared yet. It seems that you really don't have any feelings for each other. That guy is really cold-blooded."

The man had a contemptuous smile on his face. It seemed that he had suffered a lot on weekdays to find a sense of existence and superiority towards the weak.

"If Boss Jing hadn't asked you, I would have made you disappear from this world! Fortunately, you are a piece of trash who has no father or mother, and your brother doesn't care for you. No one will know when you die... Ugh!"

Before the man could speak, he had already lost the ability to speak.

When Kagura's bloodshot eyes stared over, what he saw was the scene of Sakata Gintoki kicking the man's yellow teeth into pieces.

"Silver Sauce!" Those who have seen the blue sea and blue sky will definitely sigh, the pupils of the girl at this moment are clearer and more moving than the sea under the sunny sky.

Sakata Gintoki was wearing the clothes of a hotel waiter, with a bright smile on his face, and raised his hand to say hello: "Kagula-chan, I haven't grown taller after a few days."

The girl stared blankly at the person in front of her, as if to confirm whether this was an illusion created by her excessive thoughts.Hearing the familiar ridicule, my nose was sore and I was about to cry.

Gintoki stepped on the unsightly face of the middle-aged man who was covering his mouth and writhing, and reached out to rub Kagura's hairy head.

"Silly girl, if you want to cry, you have to hide in bed and cry."

"Silver Sauce Baga!" Tears welled up like a fountain.The previous panic, longing, and grievances all turned into endless tears at this moment, washing the haggard face.

Yinshi lovingly looked at the sobbing little Kagura girl, his eyes touched the redness and swelling on her porcelain-white cheeks that had not completely faded away, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

"Chenma!"

The young man whose name was called ran in from the door, and asked doglegly, "Jin Shi, what do you want me to do?"

"How's Mutsu's preparations going?"

Sakamoto Tatsuma's peach blossom eyes flashed with determination, and he said with a calm smile, "I've already prepared it."

"Then, let's make a big fuss." The silver-haired young man's side face was shrouded in dim light, leaving a pair of bright red eyes shining with the long-lost bloodthirsty light of a beast that had been dormant for a long time.

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When the news came, Nakamura Kyojiro was still enduring Yuzang's unreasonable scolding.

"How did you do it! You idiot! It's already the third day! That guy didn't even show up! Did you get the news right? What a waste! They're all waste!"

Koma Inu silently listened to Yuzang's abuse, clenched his fists, and replied in a low voice:

"The news has indeed been notified in place. The only reason why he didn't show up is...he really has no feelings for his sister."

"How is it possible! Are you blaming me for my misjudgment?" A trace of panic flashed in Yu Zang's eyes, but it was covered up by a more despicable expression.

"If you don't do your job well, you still have to blame me! Did your dad teach you that?!"

Hearing him mention Yuzo, Kyojiro's face darkened, and gloom appeared in his eagle-like eyes, but he still didn't say anything.

Yu Zang thought it was a sign that he didn't dare to contradict him, and when he was about to swear a few more words, panicked messages came one after another from outside the door.

"Group, group leader—it's not good—an unidentified person came outside the door, all armed!"

"Report to the team leader, that Yetu was rescued!"

"Boss Jing, someone is here to mess things up, please, please give me an order!"

Yu Zang wanted to lose his temper at first, but when he heard the shouts of killing coming from a distance, he was so frightened that his legs limp and his voice kept trembling, he just pretended to be calm and gave instructions to Kyojiro: "Aren't you a Koma dog? Quick, Go deal with them!"

Kyojiro didn't panic at all from the beginning to the end, as if he had expected this moment long ago, he just nodded at Yu Zang and then dealt with the confusion.

Before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by someone.

A silver figure appeared in front of Kyojiro like a ghost. At almost the same moment, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sharp blade with short hair and short hair whizzed towards him.

Komaru pointed his toes, and swept his whole body backwards, narrowly avoiding the vital points, but his flesh was still cut, and blood beads jumped and scrambled to leave his body.

Covering the abdominal wound casually, Kyojiro put on a smile on his lips, as if he wasn't the one who was bleeding profusely.

"I didn't expect to see you again." The slender eyes looked at the person who attacked him with interest, and slowly added in a low and magnetic voice: "Bai Yasha."

Sakata Gintoki put away his offensive, but the overflowing murderous aura was still very oppressive.He also smiled, as if chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, with a gentle tone: "Since you know my name, Ah Yin, you should understand that the last time was just an accident. This time...it's not that simple. Will Damn."

Several subordinates around Kyojiro were hesitating whether to rush forward, but he waved his hand to block the way: "Go to the door to support."

"Boss!"

"Brother Jing!"

"Go quickly. Don't let me say it a second time." Kyojiro restrained his smile, and his whole body was like a drawn sword, sharp and cold.

"Yes!"

Drive away the idlers and so on.

Gintoki glanced at the little soldier who had fled, then looked back at Kyojiro teasingly, and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite popular."

"you flatter me."

"Actually, you don't have to die. I heard from my children that you are not particularly bad. I can spare your life with mercy, Ah Yin."

Kyojiro showed no sign of wavering.

"But... is that fat man your superior? I won't let his life go. Are you going to stop me?"

Kyojiro took out a pitch-black pistol from his suit pocket, and Gintoki's expression froze as he prepared for battle.But he saw him drop the pistol on the ground casually.

A look of understanding appeared on Yinshi's face, and he said with a smile on his lips: "Barehands? You won't be sniping this time, right?"

Kyojiro had never smiled so cleanly, and his tone was as light as humming a little song: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time. If it's you...you should be able to give me a beautiful way to die."

Sakata Gintoki was slightly startled, and his eyes fell into Koma Inu's clear pupils.

Inexplicably familiar.

After a while, the silver-haired youth also smiled, and his smile was as bright as a green leaf dotted with light spots.

"It's the first time I meet an opponent like you. I'm looking forward to it."

As he said that, he threw away the Japanese sword in his hand, and assumed an offensive posture with his bare hands.

"Is your injury still not healed?"

"Don't worry, I can kill you with one hand."

The two looked at each other, tacitly, and launched an attack at the same time.

Shouts of killing shook the sky in the distance.Here, there are only two people on the battlefield, vacillating between life and death. After all... who can survive?