[Gintama] Immortal

Children of this age seem to especially like to bring home cats and dogs picked up in the wild.

The well is the place where the women of the village socialize. Yae often joins in the fun together. He has heard complaints from many children who brought cats and dogs home, played and rolled, and finally threw the small animals to their mothers to take care of them.

Therefore, she has long been awakened.

The students in the private school might pick up the little animal one day, and she was already mentally prepared for this.

When she and Songyang found that Gui was secretly looking for bandages and medicines in the room, she and Songyang suddenly realized that these things were for kittens and puppies.

Yae looked at Songyang, and Songyang looked at Yae.

The two had talked about small animals. If the students were willing to take responsibility, it would be okay to have an extra bite of food in the private school.

The corners of the lips were slightly curved, Songyang took a step forward, and said softly:

"Little Taro?"

The back of the model student in the private school froze, and Gui turned around hesitantly, with a slightly unnatural expression, and even more shame when facing Songyang.

"... Teacher Songyang..."

Seeing that he seemed to be hiding something, and he was hiding it very hard, Yae restrained slightly to tease his mood.

"what happened?"

She opened her mouth several times and then closed it, as if there was something unspeakable, Gui pursed her lips, and finally made up her mind: "Please follow me."

Even if the students came back carrying a wild boar, Yae had the consciousness to accept the reality.

However, she still underestimated the ability of the students of Matsushita Village School to make trouble.

Leaving the village, the back mountain is densely covered with pine forests, and even more deserted in winter.The treetops are covered with frost, and the branches are covered with thick snow. The further you go into the mountains, the colder the air is, the colder it is, and every breath feels refreshing.

The snow underfoot made a crunching sound. Pushing aside the hanging pine branches, Yae saw a few familiar small figures standing in the middle of the woodland, seeming to be surrounded by something.

Gao Shan pursed his lips with a serious expression.Yinshi was the farthest away, his red pupils didn't fluctuate much, he seemed to be standing lazily, but he had a panoramic view of the surrounding situation, as long as there was any movement, he could immediately pull out the knife in his hand.

The air smelled of blood.

The unmistakable smell of blood.

What they picked up was not a wild cat or dog, but a person.

"Everyone, come behind me." Song Yang said suddenly, his voice was still soft, but with a little more sinking force than before.

Facing the existence that might threaten the existence of the private school students, the teacher who was always gentle and restrained his sharpness, his temperament changed obviously.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the younger students behind him like chicks. Gintoki was holding a knife, and he and Takasugi stood stubbornly beside him.

Songyang looked at Yae who was squatting in the snow.

"How about it?"

The stench of blood and sour smell rushed towards the face, and the face of the figure lying face down in the snow was hard to discern, but it could only be judged from the physique that it was a man.One of the sabers at his waist was missing, and the handle of the remaining one fell off, and the blade surface was uneven, as if it had experienced countless fierce confrontations, and it was worn out to the point where it was almost unusable.

Yae stretched out his hand, and amidst the gasping voices of the students, turned the man over.

His messy black hair was half-length but not short, and it was condensed together with frost. The bandage on the opponent's chest was stained black with blood. Yae glanced at the wound on the person's body and confirmed again - this person came from the battlefield. up and down.

Although I don't know why he fell in the mountains outside Diwai, the injuries on this person's body were undoubtedly caused by the war.

"That person..." Gui hesitated, "Is he still alive?"

Eightfold patted the snow particles on the hem of his clothes and stood up: "I still have a breath."

Although the breath is extremely weak, this man's desire to survive seems to be extremely tenacious. If you look closely, his chest still rises and falls. Although the dead air on his face is heavy, it has not yet reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. If you rescue it now, you can still save it. of.

Yae turned sideways and looked at Songyang: "What do you think? There seems to be a little space in the storage of sundries in the private school."

Songyang's eyes fell on Gui, and the child pursed his lips nervously, with a hesitant and struggling look on his expression.The look in his eyes softened, he relaxed his shoulders slightly, and his tone became brisk: "It's true, there are not too many and not too many things in the warehouse."

Realizing what the two were talking about, Gao Shan opened his eyes wide first, and his tone was somewhat incredible: "You guys clearly know..."

"If I say that this person's identity is very troublesome, it is wise to leave him here, can you do it?" Yae sighed and asked him back.

Other students may not understand, but the three of them are as intelligent and precocious as Yinshi, so it is impossible for them not to guess—the most likely person who will fall with such injuries in the inaccessible mountains is the defeated and fled.

What are the consequences of harboring people with lofty ideals in this era? Bloody examples are placed on the execution grounds of various feudal clans.

"If I leave it alone, will this person die?" A student asked timidly.

Yae looked at the gloomy sky and said concisely: "Yes."

So everyone fell silent.

Silence is the most obvious answer.

"Little Taro," Songyang raised the corners of his mouth, his voice was calm, "You are responsible for clearing the warehouse."

"Eh? But teacher..."

"There are also feeding, changing water, and vaccinations. Occasionally walking around is also very important. Don't think that if you pick up a small animal, you can leave the responsibility to the adults. If you pick up a pet, you have to raise it yourself." Yae is also serious.

"Who would pick that kind of uncle as a pet! How 'small' is this pet!" Yin Shi finally complained.

"Don't worry, Yinshi, you are responsible for cleaning the litter box." Songyang said with a smile.

"Did the two of you listen to me? Why did the pet breed suddenly become a cat? By the way, since you are an adult in a private school, please cheer me up at this time!"

"Sorry, Yinshi." Songyang opened his eyes slightly, "Actually, I belong to the cat pie."

"Who asked you to apologize for this, teacher!" The students couldn't help complaining.

Yae: "For me, it doesn't matter if it's a cat or a dog."

Gui: "Actually... I'm from the Meatball Pie."

"Enough! It doesn't matter if you don't join this topic! If you continue, that person will really die!"

Takasugi, who is sober while everyone is drunk: "...Hmph, a bunch of idiots."

The previously tense atmosphere was completely destroyed in this way. From the very beginning, it was known that those stupid students could not leave the seriously injured and dying people alone. Shoyang and Yae reached a consensus on this matter.

——Save people.

Then hide it.

……

Waking up from the boundless darkness, he saw strange beams.

The blurred vision gradually became clear. A small lamp was lit in the dusty warehouse. The warm and bright yellow light outlined the wooden shelves with sundries and the closed door of the warehouse.

The wounds all over the body were still aching, but the burning pain was relieved a lot. The hideous wounds were covered with cool plaster, and the dirty bandages were changed and neatly wrapped.

My rag-like clothes disappeared, replaced by strange and warm clothes, smelling the smell of saponins, full of the sense of security at home.

He subconsciously touched his waist, but he didn't touch the cold and hard outline of the knife handle, and he immediately woke up like a needle prick.

The unarmed man's eyes sharpened, and at this moment, the door of the warehouse slid open, and the cold winter air rushed towards his face as if icy scum, with a soft sound, it was blocked by the closed door again.

"Your knife, Songyang has temporarily put it away." Yae put the hot rice porridge on the floor of the warehouse, "Sorry, we are a private school here, children run around all day, and the control of knives is very strict. Wait for you Once you heal your wounds, the knife will naturally be returned to you."

She stroked the hem of the kimono skirt, sat down comfortably on one side, and faced the guest with wary eyes.

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

The thin and serious man stared at her for a moment, then retracted his defensive posture slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

The half-length black hair covers the brows, the man has long and narrow eyes, there are scars left by the war on the cheeks, the cheekbones are slightly high, the outline is tough, and when the corners of the mouth are raised, there is a fox-like cunning.To put it simply, it is a type that will be popular with women.

"Yes," Yae said sincerely, "It's always inconvenient not to have a title, so what do you want to be called?"

"What do you want to be called?" The man repeated her words, his eyes seemed to change slightly, "What do you mean?"

Yae showed a surprised expression: "Do you want to tell me your real name?"

The man had no knife at hand.

Otherwise, the other party had already put the knife on her neck.

"Wow, your expression is so fierce." A lazy voice sounded, and Yinshi appeared at the warehouse door at some point, his tone was loose, but his eyes were obviously different, and there was a feeling that if the other party made a move, he would draw his knife and slash at him posture.

He said with a blank expression: "Although the porridge this guy cooks can kill people with salt, it's good to have one life left, what do you think?"

Yae was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Say it again? Who do you think made porridge so salty?"

"...It's such a time, can you not tear me down." Yinshi choked for a moment, a little terrified by Yae's laughter, so he could only mutter softly, "Thanks to Ah Yin, it's rare for me to be kind enough to come and take a look."

All of a sudden, it changed from a small animal ready to bite to a domestic cat.

This guy may not understand, or he may pretend to be confused. Whether it is for her or Songyang, when the students are not present, it is the safest to face uncertain factors alone.

If there are no students, there will be no worries and no weaknesses.

"What an arrogant brat." Faced with Yin Shi's threat of baring his fangs, the man suddenly smiled, and he didn't know if it was because the other party was a child, but his attitude softened slightly.

This person is not bad, but due to the current situation, he has to be extremely vigilant towards his surroundings.

Yae coughed lightly, and blinked at Yinshi: "Now it's a conversation between adults, I've made some snacks in the kitchen, you can eat them first."

"Don't think you can bribe me with dim sum," Yin Shi clicked his tongue, "...is it red bean cake?"

"There are also baked rice cakes." Yae said seriously.

So Gintoki immediately left the warehouse behind.

"You said this is a private school?" The man looked around.This is a small warehouse, the light is dim but warm, the wooden shelves are full of various daily sundries, and there are storage boxes with thick dust accumulated.

"That's right, those children found you unconscious in the back mountain, and picked you up." Yae scooped up a mouthful of porridge, "Do you need me to take a bite to prove that you are not poisonous?"

"No need." The man shrugged. He didn't bother to hold up his arrogance after the interruption of Jingyin Shi just now, "There are so many opportunities to kill me, why wait until now to poison me."

After a pause, he said casually, "You can call me Heichuan."

"Then, Mr. Kurokawa, let me talk about it." Yae put down the spoon and raised his eyes, "You can stay here until you heal your injury. As long as it doesn't endanger the students of the private school, the rest is up to you."

The man who called himself Kurokawa narrowed his eyes and asked with pure interest, "What if I violate this rule?"

The air in the warehouse was stagnant for a moment, and Yae spread his hands: "You have to know that during the Kansei period, it was not difficult to make a person disappear."

Shoulders shrugged slightly, Kurokawa suddenly laughed, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Is this a threat?"

"Of course not." Yae also smiled: "Because Mr. Kurokawa wouldn't do that, right?"

"You persisted even though you were crawling in the snow even though you were seriously injured. Your life must be very important to you, and to some people."

Kurokawa abruptly restrained his laughter.

After looking at her calmly for a while, he lowered his voice: "Where are you from?"

Yae tilted his head: "Where did your ancestors come from?"

"Hey, hey," Kurokawa smiled slightly, "I don't want to take advantage of people like this."

He looked at the men's kimono he was wearing.

"You changed my clothes and bandages? Thank you so much."

"You thanked me too early." Yae blinked, "I didn't change it."

The dirty clothes on the other party's body and the blood scabs on the wound were almost connected together. Naturally, Songyang did it for this method of changing the dressing that required the whole body to be stripped off.

"The person you should thank is this." Yae turned around and looked at Song Yang who was walking into the warehouse at this time.

——I said it’s fine for her to deal with it, but people came in one after another.

"It's not a cute little girl who changed it for me, what a pity." Hei Chuan said something that made people relax his guard, but he looked at Songyang with obviously not relaxed eyes.

People who have fought on the battlefield have a different sensitivity to danger than ordinary people.

Although he looked the gentlest on the surface, his intuition told him that the person he really couldn't mess with was this teacher who smiled like a warm spring in March.

He didn't want to know what would happen to those green and gentle eyes if he hurt his student.

"It seems that you have woken up, it's great to be so energetic." Songyang said gently.

Kurokawa nodded slightly, not forgetting the due courtesy: "Thank you very much."

Songyang sat down beside Yae, and smiled at her sideways: "Leave the matter here to me first."

Yae then stood up.

"Thank you," a voice suddenly came from behind, and when she turned her head, Kurokawa raised her eyes, "This time it's sincere."

He knew how much risk his status as a fighter against barbarians would bring to those who rescued him.

Yae looked back. "You don't have to thank me. If you want to thank those idiots, thank them. You survived because they wanted to save you."

When she opened the door, her voice paused: "This sentence is also sincere."