cloudy day

Lifting his foot, he kicked Yu Zang to the ground fiercely, his shiny black leather shoes stepped heavily on his plump chest, Yinshi put his hands in his pockets, bent down to look at Yu Zang's tearful appearance, his red eyes were languid He narrowed his eyes lazily and casually, but there was danger in his tone.

"I heard that you warmly entertained my little girl."

"Please, please spare your life—" Yu Zang mumbled because of excessive fear.

"A slap? You have such a pretty face, you fat trotters really dare to slap it."

Sakata Gintoki spoke calmly, with a smile on his lips, but the next moment he kept such a happy and relaxed expression and kicked the pile of fat to the wall.

The dull sound of flesh hitting the wall.The sound of blood spurting from the mouth.The sound of cloth rubbing against the wall.as well as--

The sound of the blade cutting through the air.

The two sharp blades sank deeply into Yu Zang's left and right arms, and before the blood spewed out, the screams had already resounded throughout the room.

Yu Zang fell and sat on the dirty ground leaning against the wall, his arms were nailed to the wall by two daggers, his ten fingers spasmed and twitched due to excessive pain, and they clung to the cold ground with the dust as companions.

Then Yin Shi walked over without haste and stepped on Yu Zang's right palm hard.

As if stamping out a cigarette butt, Gintoki stepped on Yuzang's right hand and turned it around a few times, quietly listening to the sound of sharp knives cutting fat, the sound of phalanx cracking, and the screams like killing a pig.

"Although I know there will never be a next time, I still want to say just in case, if you dare to do it again, you have to say goodbye to your dear right hand."

The face mixed with cold sweat, tears, and blood was so blurred that the facial features could not be seen clearly, Yu Zang could only nod his head desperately to express his loyalty and absolute obedience.

So Gintoki moved his foot away, intending to leave.

Shenwei crossed his arms and watched as the show was about to end, and asked with a smile, "Just let him go like this?"

Yinshi didn't answer him, but asked back: "Would you like to visit your sister?"

At this time, Sakata Gintoki thought that Kamui and Kagura were a pair of normal siblings.Looking back a long time later, he still felt that his innocence was horrible.

Kamui thought about it seriously for a while, then smiled and refused.With a change of expression, Kamui stared at Gintoki's face, those purest dark blue eyes that contained the sky and ocean like Kagura were full of interest and eager to fight.

"No. There will be opportunities in the future. I am more interested in you than my sister."

Sakata Gintoki rolled his eyes, shrugged and said, "I'm still injured."

"Then let me know when you recover from your injury." Shenwei persevered.

"Okay." It's not my fault that I can't find you by then.Yin Shi silently added in his heart.

"Then, goodbye, Mr. Samurai." Kamui bit the pronunciation of goodbye very clearly, giving people the illusion that it was just a daily farewell and they would see each other tomorrow, which made Yinshi feel a little uncomfortable.

So he waved his hands perfunctorily and said, "Bye."

When Kamui left, he remembered the Sakata Gintoki that he saw on the roof just now when he was fighting the Koma Inu, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of the beauty of fighting, the silver hair shining in the sun, and the red eyes full of murderous intent, very similar The legendary figure praised by everyone five years ago - White Yaksha.

The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, and the militant factors all over his body were clamoring excitedly.Kamui clenched his fists, but he couldn't suppress the desire to conquer the strong that permeated from the bone marrow.

——His soul can only be nourished by the blood of the strong.

White Yasha, I will wait for the day when I fight with you.

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When he stepped out of the room, Yinshi saw that Hijikata was rarely silent, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Can that fat man inside be handed over to you? You can do whatever you want. "

Hijikata was stunned for a while before he realized that he was handing over the entire Mosi Lu Wei group to the Shinsengumi represented by Hijikata.

He knows.

Know your relationship with the Shinsengumi.Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked nothing when you just met him.

This kind of knowledge may be just a few lines of information provided by Tatsuma Sakamoto, but for no reason, it just gave Hijikata the illusion that he is being watched and cared about.

Even if I know it's an illusion, I feel happy.

Hijikata raised the corners of his mouth, then turned his face away in embarrassment, his deep voice was filled with awkward joy.

"it is good."

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The streets are wet.The sky was slightly brighter.

The dark clouds did not dissipate, and layers upon layers tore up the sad gleam cast by the sun.

Sakata Gintoki had already changed out of the hotel waiter's attire, and extorted a white suit from Sakamoto, outlining a tall and slender figure, with the charm of a successful person.It's just that a pink shirt is worn inside, which adds a bit of enchantment to this charm. To put it bluntly, it is coquettish [laughs].

But Sakata Gintoki didn't think so much, and left as if fleeing after changing clothes.

Yes, escape.He will never forget that he is still on the way to escape.

Speaking of which, I have been fleeing for most of my life.Escape from the lonely soul of the undead who died under his knife, escape from the mountain-like heavy fate, and escape from the intricate interpersonal relationship.

Now it's...fleeing from that overly heavy and very destructive love.

—— Shinsuke Takasugi.

He hasn't figured out what expression and tone he will use the next time he meets this childhood friend, the current enemy and... the absurd suitor, this man with complicated identity symbols has already appeared without warning. appeared in front of him.

Shinsuke Takasugi was still wearing the gorgeous kimono adorned with golden butterflies, and the purple light and shadow hit Sakata Gintoki's half-opened red eyes.Sakata Gintoki should have smiled.I don't know if this smile is pale and cold under the dim light that flickers on and off.

If Shinsuke Takasugi wasn't for Shinsuke Takasugi, he must have a lot to say at this moment.There must be a lot of vicious swearing, vulgar words that tear the skin, and eager questions that put down the face to pour out.

Like, why did you leave?How dare you—

Why did you respond to that kiss if you planned to leave in the first place?

Are you cheating?What made him happy after a long absence—was just the phantom of the other party's charity, a despicable deception? !

Sakata Gintoki has no affection for Takasugi Shinsuke...?Is he always an existence that White Yasha can't avoid?

……

However, it is not Shinsuke Takasugi who can confide.

His emerald eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, unable to reflect the scenery of the world, but contained only the karmic fire-like anger and tyranny of the endless hell.

Seeing him coming alone, Sakata Gintoki didn't intend to struggle.Duel is also good.To die at his hands is not considered a violation of the agreement with the teacher.

So he slowly approached him, and strange faces with expressionless faces rushed by his side like a tide.Sakata Gintoki seemed to be passing through the endless stream of undead, step by step across the banks of the Styx where large tracts of Bana flowers were blooming.

Takasugi, however, smiled.

Such a smile makes people feel colder than the curse of the most vicious woman before death.

Takasugi Shinsuke said: "Gintoki, since you like to run away, run away."

Gintoki stopped walking, not knowing what Takasugi meant.

Gao Shan said slowly: "It's okay. This time, I will wait for you to crawl back obediently."

After Gao Shan finished these two sentences, he turned around and disappeared into the desolate crowd, like a fish thrown into the sea, never to be seen again.

Gintoki even wondered if the Takasugi Shinsuke he saw just now was a hallucination.

After all, it doesn't look like a lunatic like Takasugi to leave after meeting without shouting or killing.

However, it is undeniable that——

These two words have since become a hidden danger in Sakata Gintoki's heart, a long-term unhealed scar—often echoed clearly in his ears when he was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, just like the most vicious spell that will not fade and lose effect over the years .

I don't know, one day, what kind of flowers will bloom from this scar?