[Gintama] Immortal

Killing a court official is an out-and-out felony. The prisoner has neither background nor wealth and power. It stands to reason that his head should be cut off everywhere.

"...Do you want to go back with them and try?" Yae suggested, "These people seem to be here to catch you, and they don't intend to kill you."

The surrounding soldiers held their knives nervously, as if as long as the people in the circle moved, they would jump up like frightened rabbits.

The scarlet pupils narrowed, and the man's voice was extremely cold, like a cold blade on a man's neck: "Do you think you want me to trust these humans?"

"No, what I'm saying is that it's not a solution to be hunted down by humans for a long time." Yae glanced at the body that was still lying on the ground, and she restrained her distressed expression, "If the situation is not right, Let’s deal with these people.”

"I'll go with you too." Yae raised her head, the former boy was already taller than her.

"I won't let you repeat the same mistakes."

More than 200 years.

What humans have done to teenagers in the past 200 years is unimaginable but not difficult to guess.

She stared at those scarlet eyes, as if through the cold mist of deep winter, she could only see the deep and dark color of blood.The boy who would stop and look back under the moonlight before parting was not there.

The atmosphere was tense, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. The man who was regarded as an evil spirit by the court was silent for a moment, and slightly lowered the tip of his knife, which was stained red with blood. "...Only by you?"

Yae raised his chin: "Yes, it's up to me."

"What can you do if you follow along." The other party said coldly.

"...Oh, you don't understand that."

Yae's expression was so serious that he almost crossed his hips: "I'm going to watch the excitement."

When going to Luoyang for the first time, people will inevitably look around and stop for the bustling city in the daytime.But at night, the streets of the capital are quiet, only the moonlight and flickering candles are left.

Officers on tall horses opened the way ahead, and the soldiers who escorted the court's felons lined up to the palace gate leading to the forbidden area.

"This is Yiqiumen." Yae dutifully acted as the narrator. "The person who lives here is the current sage. The first time you come to meet the sage directly, your treatment is extraordinary enough."

However, the prisoners being escorted ignored her.His arms were tied tightly around his side with thick hemp ropes. As if the people around him were afraid that he would break free, an extra circle of iron chains were tied, and two samurai were pulling them together. As long as he moved a little, he would Will be stalked to death.

The wound plowed by the blade had turned into a brown scar, and he just stood there, with a kind of indifference in his calm eyes.

The officer who lost his left arm got off his horse with some difficulty and changed to walking, and handed the reins to the attendant who was waiting beside him.The attendant tugged at the reins, and the bay red horse stood stubbornly in place.He tugged on the rein again, but the horse was still looking straight to the prisoner's side.

Damn it, thought the squire.

"...Follow them, Radish Ball. They will treat you well." Yae waved to it as a farewell.War horses are precious wartime resources, picking up one for nothing is like dropping gold from the sky.

"Not only delicious food and drink, but also many beautiful ponies."

Before the words were finished, the horse had already dragged its bewildered attendant far away, flicking the horse's tail without even looking back, walking in such a chic and neat manner.

Yae: "..."

I didn't expect you to be such a war horse.

The heavy door opened slowly, revealing the flickering fires burning on the brazier racks on both sides.Standing beside the gate is a warrior with a dagger at his waist. Under the firelight, his majestic face looks like a bronze statue of Vajra in a Buddhist hall. From this formation, it is not difficult to imagine the strict defense behind the palace gate.

"Have you seen the hats they wear on their heads? They are called black hats. It's the same as common people living in thatched houses and officials living in mansions with cornices and vaulted roofs that can hide their charms in golden houses. Only the style of the hat and the class The status is basically clear at a glance." Yae explained all the way, purely as a revisit of the old place, almost knocking on melon seeds with great interest.

"The common people wear black hats, and those who escort you are wearing black hats. Later, you will see guys with tall black hats. Those people are the court officials. Holy ones. Well, that's them."

The soldiers escorted the prisoners to kneel down in the wide courtyard, and the curtain covering the hall was slowly raised, revealing two rows of ministers and ministers sitting opposite each other.They hold wat boards in their hands and wear black hats on their heads. Their straight backs reveal the arrogance of long-standing high positions.

Only one person's appearance was hidden behind the hanging imperial curtain in the hall. Looking at it from the perspective of the people in the courtyard, only the figure of the person in the upper seat and the hanging tassel crown on his head could be recognized.

If it were hundreds of years ago, when the Heian-kyo Dynasty had not yet collapsed, Yae might have sighed a little bit looking at this battle.However, it is not these powerless ministers and ministers who hold the real power now. As early as a hundred years ago, their era had declined and was replaced by the rising Wu family clan.

Now the Son of Heaven is just a puppet of the Wu family and has no ability to resist.

As if thinking of something, Yae blinked and leaned into the prisoner's ear: "These people may have taken a fancy to you...I mean, they have taken a fancy to your ability."

The scarlet eyes glanced at her slightly, but the other party still showed no expression.

About 20 years ago, the Kamakura shogunate was overthrown, and the court was divided into the northern and southern courts after the war.Sitting in the capital is the Northern Court supported by the Samurai clan headed by Ashikaga, while the Southern Court resisting the Ashikaga forces uses Yoshino in Nara as its base.

The emperor of the northern court sounds tall and tall, but in fact it is the Ashikaga family of the samurai family who has the right to speak, referred to as the Ashikaga boss for short.The army of the northern court only obeyed the orders of the big brother Ashikaga, and the emperor was the kind who just squatted at home and sighed all day long.

The war with the Southern Court was also fought by the Ashikaga boss.The emperor of the northern court is responsible for putting on a show, saying that we also have a saint on our side, and you are the rebels.

Sure enough, the court officials who conveyed the Holy Majesty's will lightly brought the incident of Mr. Zhong Nayan's death to the past.

Yae was worried that people who had been in prison for hundreds of years would not be able to understand the twists and turns of the official words that followed, so he thoughtfully translated them into a "more understandable" version for him:

"I heard that you are quite capable. You can't be killed or burnt. Many elite soldiers and generals are in your hands. If it was in the past, I would definitely sentence you to death, but I am in a good mood today, so I will give you an extra Chance."

"It's a troubled time now, and it's time for people like you to come in handy. I heard that you like to kill people. Coincidentally, I have many enemies. I hope they will travel to Santuchuan early every day. It's best to stay forever." Don't come back."

To put it simply: kill for me.

In the dark night, only the fire on the brazier stand flickered and flickered.Officials in court uniform put the lacquered wooden altar in front of the prisoner, and a mask of Yatengu reflected the firelight on the side of the hall, revealing an icy color.

"I can bestow you with inexhaustible glory and wealth throughout your life. Are you willing to serve the court and be used by me?"

Yae looked at the prisoner who was being escorted by the soldiers and kneeling on the gravel in the yard.

The prisoner lowered his head, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his dark, dull scarlet pupils seemed to be staring at somewhere in his body, which was so weird that it made hair stand on end.

"...Wealth? Status?" The long light-colored hair slid down from his shoulders, and the prisoner's expression was hidden in the shadows. After a long while, he moved his lips, revealing a cold and penetrating smile like a blade: "We These are not of interest."

There was a slight commotion of uneasiness among the ranks of ministers and ministers.The surrounding samurai all put their hands on the hilt of the Taidao.

"A demon who has been tortured by humans, spurned by humans, and killed countless times by humans, is only interested in one thing." He raised his eyes, and the blood in his eyes was so deep that it could not be melted.

The figure hidden behind the imperial curtain was silent for a long time, then opened his mouth in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Then I will give you the right to die."

In the sixth year of Zhenhe, Amaterasu-in Naraku, a special assassination organization appointed by the supreme ruler, was established since then.

……

There are burning flames everywhere.The night wind blows bright sparks towards the face, billowing thick smoke like twisted boa constrictors climbing high into the sky.At the beginning, some people fled in a hurry, but they were either buried in the sea of ​​flames, or were cut open by the chasing death, and fell to the ground and turned into fuel that fueled the raging fire.

In the center of the sea of ​​flames was the Noh stage made of cypress wood, and the brocade blouse was left on the ground like the scales of a poisonous snake.The Noh mask with the eerie smiling face was split in two, and the pale skin was splashed with bright red blood, which looked even more eerie and treacherous against the firelight.

The alarm bell of the temple was still ringing, and holding a long knife dripping with blood, a figure emerged from the sea of ​​flames and picked up the Noh mask that had fallen to the ground.

"You don't need to choose, no matter what mask you have, it's better than the one on your face." Yae sat on the edge of the stage, the proud pine on the golden lacquer screen was eroded by the flames and turned black.

She turned her gaze slightly, and the abbot of the monastery in cassock stared at the unwilling eyes before he died, and fell right in front of the Noh stage, with his blood-stained right hand deeply grasping the gravel ground, so hard that his muscles and bones protruded .Around him were scattered corpses in different costumes, including monks from the monastery and people from the Southern Court.

The Noh performance held to entertain the officials of the Southern Dynasty became the last scene these people saw before their lives.

"Can I make a small request." Yae turned her head, her voice was sincere and sincere, "Can you wait until the show is over next time before doing it?"

It's really painful to watch a movie and see half of it being forced to stop.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Yae called out again: "...Xu?"

"Just a silly little trick."

He said softly, threw the mask into the sea of ​​flames, turned and left.

The burning fire surrounded him, and Yae jumped off the stage to keep up with Xu.

The crow-black mask covered most of his face, and he gave her a vain glance, his scarlet pupils showing no emotion. "Why, there is no corpse you like."

"...Can you not describe me as a pervert." Yazhong coughed, "I'm not interested in bald donkeys."

The sea of ​​flames was raging, and Neng, who was split in two, had a strange smile on his face, and turned into scorched dust along with the temple.

In the third year of Mingde, the Southern Dynasty fell, and the Muromachi Shogunate founded by the Ashikaga family was unified, and it has since become the ruler of the world.

The author has something to say:

The following Warring States plot is quite short, enter the countdown to Songyang's appearance 23333333

The domestic Gintama theater version has not yet been finalized, so I am really anxious_(:з」∠)_

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