[Gintama] Immortal

Crows hovered in the sky, and the earth was silent.

Broken military flags and broken long knives were stuck on the battlefield full of corpses, and carrion insects and rats rustled among them. Apart from this, the only living thing was a small figure.

Rummaging through the pile of corpses, the boy pushed a stiff corpse up with some difficulty, groped for a while in the blood-stained skirt, and took out a squashed rice ball.

After starving all day, he grabbed the rice ball with one hand and sat down on the corpse lying on the ground.

The time of the living stands still here, and the desolate scene extends to the four poles of the earth.

The child who was with the dead had silver curly hair, and when eating, he still did not forget to hold the blood-stained long knife in his arms, and swallowed the rice balls that had long since rotted.

The sound of fluttering feathers suddenly sounded, and a huge crow folded its wings and landed on the handle of the knife inserted obliquely in the pile of corpses.

It was too late when the footsteps behind him were noticed, as if the man who appeared on the battlefield with the crow was wearing a light-colored feather, with a clean smile, and his pine green eyes curved like crescent moons when he smiled.

"I just came to see it when I heard that there was a ghoul. I didn't expect it to be such a cute ghost."

……

Yae heard that ghouls appeared on the battlefield.

What Songyang told her was that he wanted to go and see what happened.

The raging flames of war and the bustling trading port are like thousands of miles apart. Yae bid farewell to the proprietress of the inn who had taken her in for many days. He and Song Yang first traveled by water for a day, and then climbed several mountains. Recently, they were in the village closest to the battlefield. Come down.

The moonlight hangs high in the sky, and the silent night spreads like a curtain.Yae managed to pack up the village house where the two of them stayed tonight, barely making it look habitable, and was about to check the half-cooked rice in the pot, when there was a light knock on the door outside.

Putting down the broken thick bowl, she ran over and opened the wooden door covered with old paper. Song Yang, who went out early this morning, was standing outside the door with a small figure on his back.

……Um?How do you go out and come back with two? ?

"... Yae," Songyang said apologetically, as if he knew that he had brought back a trouble.

Noticing her gaze, the dirty child grabbed Songyang's haori and hid behind Songyang's back, only showing his curly silver-haired head and red eyes staring at her unblinkingly, The vigilance is like a young animal breaking into strange territory.

After a second of silence, Yae let Songyang enter the house, and quickly turned around and closed the door.

"Did anyone else see you when you abducted this child?" With one hand still pressed against the door frame behind her, she said in a serious tone, "If someone sees you, we still have time to run away."

In an instant, he chose to cover up.

"No, Yae." Songyang smiled softly, "This child is the ghoul you heard about before."

Yazhong looked at the child lying on Songyang's back, and unexpectedly met those red eyes again.Not knowing what to think of, she blinked her eyes and came back to her senses.

"Oh." She said a single syllable.

The dark blue kimono was full of blood and mud, and the child nervously grabbed Shoyang's haori, leaving dirty handprints on the soft fabric.

Yae put down his hand on the door frame, and his voice suddenly softened:

"I think you and he might both need a shower."

That dirty kimono couldn't be worn no matter what, so Yae took some copper coins, went out and exchanged a child's old kimono with the neighbor and came back.

The money was saved by Songyang earlier.Although there is no shortage of valuable cultural relics around the leader of Tianzhaoyuan Naraku, selling these for money is too easy to attract attention and reveal his identity, and it is far less safe than ordinary currency.

As long as people live in this world, they cannot live without money no matter what they eat, drink, live, and travel.

The importance of saving private house money became more and more obvious after leaving Tianshaoyuan Naraku.

Songyang went to the backyard, and Yae stood in front of the counter thinking about life.

It took her half a day to light the fire, the rice was cooked in a pot, and she hadn't cooked the dishes yet.

During the few days she stayed in the hotel, she only learned how to make tea and cook such difficult things. Her experience was limited to watching others do it.Even if you have seen the movements hundreds of times, or even thousands of years, it is completely different to practice them yourself.

Looking at the bonito flakes and kelp on the cutting board, Yae felt that he was questioned directly to the soul.

Putting Song Yang's physique aside, the child was thin and small, and he couldn't stand the test of food poisoning no matter how he looked at it.

Normal miso...how is miso soup cooked?

By the time Yae finished cooking dinner after all the hard work, Songyang had already finished washing.She brought the food to the wooden floor by the fire, and under the warm and flickering firelight, Songyang was brushing the child's hair.

It was obviously the first time to do this kind of thing, Songyang's movements were a little clumsy, and the hand used to holding the sword carefully and gently wiped it with a towel for a long time before barely wiping off the water dripping down the curly hair. go.

Wearing old clothes that didn't fit well, the silver-haired child lowered his head, obviously not used to this kind of treatment, his face was flushed from the steam from the bathhouse, his mouth was tightly pursed, as if he was enduring , and not willing to struggle.

"Ah, Yae, you're here." Seeing her, Songyang let out a long breath.

I'm used to seeing the villain's face that has been cold and cold for thousands of years, and the pine green eyes of the other party are now stained with a hint of asking for help. Although Yae really wanted to ask, "What made you come into being? I will be more serious than you." The illusion of being good at doing this", when she realized it, she had already taken Songyang's place, and she automatically took the towel he handed over to her.

Yae was shocked immediately.She looked at Songyang, and then at her hands, showing an expression of being betrayed by them.

What new operation is this?What about the resistance she has practiced for 500 years? ?

The silver-haired child also raised his head to look at her, his curly and messy silver hair was stuck down wetly, and those red eyes just stared at her.

"It's okay, Yinshi." Songyang said gently.

... This child was originally named Yinshi.

Yae covered the curly-haired little head with a towel, and talked to Song Yang while rubbing it: "Is this the name you just picked?"

"No," a smile appeared in Songyang's eyes, "I got it on the road before."

"...Did you hear that, Gintoki?" Yae rubbed and rubbed the curly silver hair with a towel, "If you don't like this name, we can change it."

The child seemed to be muttering something, but the voice was too small for her to hear.

The child is not used to talking to people.

But he seemed to enjoy listening.

When Yae chatted with Songyang, they talked about some unnutritious topics, but she could clearly feel that his originally stiff body had relaxed, and he had been listening carefully to her conversation with Songyang when he was silent. There seemed to be a reassuring warmth in their voices.

"...Such a small child needs milk, right?" Yae turned her head.What she originally wanted to say was that this child looked younger than Oboro, but she quickly suppressed this thought as soon as it formed in her mind.

"Need it?" Songyang's voice was not sure.

At what age are human cubs usually weaned?

The two people whose combined age was more than a thousand years old looked at each other silently across the fire, and found the same blankness in each other's silence.

"... Ah Yin is not young anymore." A strange voice sounded, and Yae lowered his head, and was surprised to find that the child's expressionless face seemed to be a little puffed up.

Seeing that she and Songyang were silent for a while, the child raised his eyes. Although he still looked far from lively, the emotional fluctuations in his voice were very clear: "I don't need to drink that kind of thing."

"Wow, so you can talk." Yae looked surprised, suppressed her laughter, and said solemnly, "Only children like to emphasize that they are not young anymore."

"Huh? You're obviously not that old." Gintoki wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Yae rubbing his hair.

"Okay, okay," Yae removed the towel, and looked at Gintoki's messy curly hair with satisfaction.She touched his head and found that the curly hair felt surprisingly good. "Let's eat now."

Yinshi's stomach rumbled in response to the occasion.

After staying on the battlefield for a long time, he was obviously out of touch with human society. When eating, he didn't use chopsticks, but directly grabbed them with his hands.After the emptiness in his stomach was filled with food and the burning hunger subsided, he wiped his mouth hastily and looked up, seeing Songyang picking up vegetables with chopsticks.

Holding the rice bowl in one hand and picking up vegetables with chopsticks in the other, Songyang's movements were unhurried, calm and silent.

Whether he was chewing rice as hard as sand or drinking miso soup as salty as seawater, his gentle face did not change at all, as if he did not feel the torture from the taste buds, he just calmly accepted the Yae The ordeal of cooking.

Under Yae's gaze, Gintoki looked down at the few pieces of pickled radish left in the small dish, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked up the chopsticks placed next to the rice bowl.Following Songyang's example, he tried to hold the chopsticks, but he still couldn't use them.

His cheeks puffed up slightly, and he fiddled with the two chopsticks very hard for a while, but without success.Finally, he pinched the chopsticks like a harpoon, aimed at the pickled radish on the plate, plunged down suddenly, and lifted the poor piece of radish on the chopsticks.

Suddenly there was a chuckle in his ear, Yinshi raised his head and found that Songyang had come to him at some time.

"Chopsticks are not used like this." Warm and generous palms covered the back of his hands. Songyang bent slightly, adjusted the chopsticks in his hand, and patiently guided him to stretch out his hands. I don't know how Songyang did it , with a slight movement of his fingertips, he easily picked up a piece of pickled radish.

The red eyes widened slightly, Yinshi raised his head and looked at Songyang who held him in his arms.

"Look, it's very simple, isn't it?" Smiling eyes curled up, and Songyang's voice was gentle and gentle, "Do you want to try it yourself?"

When Matsuyo taught Yin to use chopsticks, Yae just sat and watched while holding the bowl.

When Yinshi managed to pick up food by herself for the first time, she watched Songyang stretch out her hand, and touched Yinshi's curly and disheveled head very naturally.

In order to hide his expression at the moment, Yae quickly took a sip of miso soup.

"...Damn it, it's so salty."

Songyang and Yinshi turned their heads in unison when they heard the sound.

Before he had time to stop Yin, Songyang watched him pick up his miso soup, tasted it curiously, and was so stimulated by the bitter salty taste in his mouth that he almost blew his hair.

As the culprit, Yae touched his chin without repentance: "It seems that you are a sweet party."

"No, even salty people can't stand this horrible taste, okay, can you make miso soup?!" Strongly stimulated, Gintoki's words suddenly increased.

"No." Yae answered frankly.

Yin Shi: "...Then what will you do?"

After crossing his chest and thinking for a moment, Yae considered his words and said, "I... know how to ride a horse?"

Suddenly there was a snort from the side, Songyang couldn't hold back for a while, and laughed softly.

With one hand on his lips, he lowered his head slightly, his shoulders trembling faintly. Even if he couldn't see his expression at this time, Yae knew that those pine green eyes had bent into crescent moons.

…the fact that personalities share memories can be troublesome at times.

Yinshi looked at the two of them in bewilderment.

She put her chin on her face and turned her face away, endured it for a while, and then laughed.

After getting used to it, Yinshi fried hair became a part of Yae's daily life.

Perhaps because of his experience as a ghoul, Yinshi's temperament is very easy-going, he doesn't pick anything, rarely has major emotional ups and downs, and always looks lazy and listless.

No place to stay with her and Songyang half wandering half wandering, seeing novel scenery, bustling market, he will not yell like ordinary children, excited and laughing, sometimes standing on the spot for a long time without paying attention Now, when he came back to his senses, he would soon follow Songyang's pace.

Songyang will always be waiting for him not far ahead.

Passing through the soft rice fields that stretch into the sea, passing by the huge lake with the sky like a mirror, staying overnight in a secluded mountain village, looking for lodgings in the bustling market, holding a samurai sword about the same height as himself in his arms, and With that curly silver hair and red eyes, no matter where he went, the one people saw the most was Yinshi who followed Songyang.

"Hello," Song Yang was storing luggage at the front desk of the hotel, while Yae and Gintoki stood by the curtain, watching the bustling people on the street.She heard the people around her suddenly speak, and turned her head to look, Yinshi was still looking across the street, as if it was someone else who asked the question just now.

"What's the relationship between you and Songyang?"

"So, that's what you've been wanting to ask." Yae leaned against the door, and answered quite simply, "Songyang is my long-lost grandson."

"...you're lying to a ghost." Yin Shi lowered his eyelids and looked at her.

"That's right, I'm just lying to a ghost." Yae patted his head, "Let's be honest, I'm actually Songyang's granddaughter."

Yinshi waved her hand away: "Why are they all grandchildren!"

"Because it's more realistic," Yae smiled happily, "Or am I his great-grandson? Great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson?"

"...I can't speak human words to a guy like you," Yin Shi held the knife and turned his face away, and snorted, "Old hag."

"Hey, demon grandson." Yae responded readily.

She touched Yin Shicurly's head, and watched with satisfaction as he blew his hair again.

The author has something to say:

The important first encounter between Yinshi and Songyang will not change and will not change

This is my original intention [cover chest

Ziyin is super cute. I specially reviewed the 180 episodes of the animation and the 260 episodes of the manga

As expected of my male god, he is indeed an angel [crying]

Even the look of vigilantly drawing the knife is so cute_(:з」∠)_The action of licking the rice grains from the mouth in the animation is so cute

i die

ps The thing that impressed me the most about Songyang was that when he ran away from Amaterasu-in Naraku with a burden on his back, he actually...brought a pot

Yes, he brought a pot _(:з」∠)_ It’s amazing my Songyang