[Gintama] Immortal

Fate is sometimes a very delicate thing.

Because of its bloody nature, Amaterasu-in Naraku was abandoned by the Tokugawa shogunate for more than a hundred years, and it was almost not collectively laid off. After many years of standby, it was reactivated by Tokugawa Dingding, and it was thrown on the stage of Kansei Prison to shine The fever is all due to the great prosperity of the world.

Before becoming Yoshida Shoyo, the twelfth generation led Amaterasu-in Naraku, and spent most of his time fighting against the barbarians.

Wherever there is a sign of rebellion against barbarians, there is Naraku's ruthless hoe.

Wherever there are voices against the shogunate, there are black crows that silently take away your whole family in the middle of the night.

The anti-barbarian movement has declined sharply, and the fear of lenient government and prison is shrouded in various feudal clans. The crows in Amaterasu-in Naraku are flying outside all day, so busy that they hardly touch the ground.

It is inseparable from the high-efficiency work of Amaterasu Institute Naraku that the extermination forces that once started a wild fire have fallen into the current miserable situation.

Naraku Twelve Daime, whose hands were covered in blood, is now the teacher of Matsushita Village School. He spared no expense to hide the exiles who fled here. The other party had a few drinks.

If his former employer, Tokugawa, knew about this, he would probably vomit blood with anger.

Thinking that Tokugawa would definitely vomit blood with anger, Yae looked at Kurokawa pleasingly.

When Kurokawa's injury recovered slightly and he was able to move around in a small area in the private school, he would often see students who were secretly observing him curiously as soon as he turned his head.

It was the first time to pick up such a big living person, and the students were a little excited.

Kurokawa became "Mr. Black" in a short time, and there was a tendency to omit the honorific title and develop into "Xiao Hei".

"Is this really good?"

Sitting on the porch, Kurokawa scratched the green stubble on his chin and looked at the snow-covered green pines in the courtyard.

"It's not good for people like me to come into contact with children."

"What does Mr. Black mean?" With his hands in his haori cuffs, Songyang smiled and tilted his head slightly, "There is an extra pet in the private school, everyone is very happy."

"...Please call me Kurokawa." He raised his eyelids, his simple movements were a little more rough because of the scar on his cheek, "I know how many people a guy like me has killed, you It's better to keep those little devils away from me."

I have been recuperating in this private school for more than half a month. I don’t know whether to say that this place is far away from the flames of war, or it is too well protected. The eyes of those little ghosts looking at him are curious and innocent. Although they know that people like him are dangerous, they still bear it. Can't help but want to get close.

Fighters against barbarians are a different symbol in this era, and they are representatives of resistance forces in a society with strict order.

Being able to get in touch with such a person at close range will bring a novel thrill to this little ghost in the remote country, and maybe it will also produce unrealistic yearning.

"You're right, those children are pure-hearted," Songyang said with the same smile, "but the way to prevent students from going astray is not to do everything possible to cover up the negative factors in his vision. Excessive prohibition of contact is just It will arouse people's curiosity, and I hope they can form independent judgments through their own thinking and what they have seen with their own eyes."

There was a soft look in his eyes: "Also, I believe in my students."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and Songyang continued: "I also believe that Mr. Xiao Hei knows the nature of certain things better than anyone else. You will not mislead them about this matter."

The cruelty of war has carved an indelible mark on the other side.

The scars on the cheeks, the fractured and reconnected bones and joints, the rough and thick calluses, and the deep black color in the eyes that can no longer be melted away.

The flames of war followed like shadows, and a man in his prime was sitting under the eaves, his posture slightly scattered, but it seemed that there was always a knife in his bones that could never return to its sheath.

Kurokawa laughed hoarsely.

Naive students, naive teachers.However, it seems that this is not entirely accurate.

Among the students in this private school, there are three little ghosts that he cares more about.

The one called Gui has a delicate and delicate appearance, and his thinking is extremely jumpy. What you talk to him about is about the current situation and righteousness.

Another kid named Takasugi is more interested in his strength. If he is not injured now, he probably wants to fight him eagerly, and never bothers to hide the fighting spirit in his eyes.

The behavior of the students in the private school was different, only the silver-haired kid, who always treated him in a neutral manner, but as long as a student approached him, he would definitely stand around him. Watching his every move.

That kid doesn't hate you.Yae had told him.

"It's just that the breath from the battlefield on your body is too obvious, and it's easy to remind people of some unpleasant things."

The past of that silver-haired kid did not seem to be simple.

The only one who reacted directly to the unwashable bloody smell on his body was this brat.

"Mr. Xiao Hei, are you planning to leave already?" Seeing him staring into the distance without speaking, Songyang's heart was like a mirror, and his tone was not surprised, no matter what he faced, he always had the look of smiling with ease.

"Please call me Kurokawa."

He withdrew his gaze, and said casually: "If you have a companion to help you, I won't bother you."

In front of this seemingly ordinary teacher, there is no need to go to great lengths to hide it.

"Leave in a few days?" Songyang asked him.

"Why, you still want to give me a farewell party?" Heichuan raised his brows and mocked slightly, "I'm leaving, so you don't have to bother to cover me up."

During the New Year, I have to visit my neighbors. Because there are ex-barbarians who are wanted by the shogunate hiding in the private school, the private school has recently established a system of "sickness" in turn.

There are many taboos at the beginning of the new year. At this time, being sick is an unlucky omen, and a house where a sick person lives is an unclean space.

People in the village are very particular about these things, so although they are worried about the health of Matsuyo and Yae, there are very few visitors.

The day before Kurokawa left, it happened to be Songyang's turn to pretend to be sick.

The students were all overjoyed—they were healthy and delicious, and the fact that Songyang was sick was unique in the history of Songxia Village School.

"Teacher, what bedtime story do you want to hear?"

The little bean dings gathered around the "sick bed" in Songyang, each with bright eyes, eager to try.

"Then, let's talk about "Tengu's Invisible Coir Raincoat" today." Songyang, who played the role of a patient, dutifully lay in bed.The student who was in charge of changing the towel for him was too weak, so the unwrung wet towel was just applied to his forehead, and water droplets kept dripping down the side of his face onto the pillow.

Even so, Songyang still had a smile on his face, and patiently watched the little Doudings run out of the room with a "wow", and then ran back with a "wow" with the storybook.

"A long time ago, there lived a drunkard named Yanyi in the village. He stole the tengu's hard locker and went to the tavern to steal wine..." Kanta read stutteringly.

"It's 'invisible coir raincoat'." The older student next to him corrected him.

"Oh, Hikoichi stole Tengu's invisible coir raincoat..."

"What are you doing??" Water drops kept dripping onto the pillow where Songyang was lying, Gao Shan suddenly came in with a few big strides, and took off the wet towel that was on Songyang's forehead.

He looked around: "Is this how you take care of the teacher?"

"Okay, okay, Jinsuke," Song Yang said in time with a smile. He took the towel that Takasugi was carrying in his hand, put it on his forehead again, and lay down again. "The room is burning with charcoal, and it is rather stuffy." , just put a wet towel on it."

"... Teacher!" Gao Shan showed disapproval.

"Don't mind," Gintoki yawned, and said to the student in charge of changing the towels, "Takasugi-kun is rather shy, what he means is, you have worked hard, and I can just leave the work of changing the towels to him."

Gao Shan slapped him across the eye, but after thinking about it for a while, he sat down next to Songyang without saying a word.

He nodded to the student uncomfortably, wrung out the towel a bit, and changed it for Songyang.

Gintoki caught a glimpse of Takasugi's fingers trembling slightly when they were about to touch Songyang's forehead.

"Thank you, Jin Zhu." Songyang tilted his head slightly, his eyes bent towards him.

The pine green eyes are as warm and soft as a pond melting in the early spring.

"It's really too hot in the room." Yinshi plucked his ears, "Hey, someone, please open the window, didn't you see Takasugi-kun blushing from the heat?"

"...Calm down, Takasugi-kun!"

"Calm down! The teacher is still a patient!"

……

"You really are quite used to children." Hearing the movement from the bedroom, Heichuan leaned leaning against the kitchen door, "Aren't you afraid that even those kids who are not sick will get sick from tossing around?"

"Don't worry, you won't die playing."

Yae scooped up a spoonful of radish miso soup, poured it into a small dish, and brought it to his lips to taste.

The freshly boiled miso juice is steaming hot and just the right amount of salt.

She put down the plate with a satisfied expression.

"Do you think it is better for patients to eat noodles, or to drink porridge, which is easier to digest?"

After staying in the private school for so many days, Kurokawa is too lazy to think about how popular the people here are.

Thanks to these big-hearted people, they dared to continue to take him in after guessing his identity, otherwise he would have frozen to death in the barren mountains and fields.

"Yae, I bought the medicine back." Gui ran in, Junxiu's little face turned red from the cold outside.

He put the herbal medicine wrapped in oil paper on the shelf, nodded to Mr. Kurokawa who was leaning against the door, and without taking a sip of hot tea, he walked to the bedroom worriedly, for fear that he would be late Songyang was really sick.

As if seeing through the doubts in Kurokawa's heart, Yae turned his head with a very serious expression: "It is our pride that we will never back down if we do a full set of acting."

"..." No, what the hell is the pride of this private school?

As if swiping a knife in the air, Kurokawa held his neck and finally showed a defeated look.

"Okay, okay, I'm not joking with you." Yae bent down, pulled out an item under the shelf, and returned it to his hand, "Here, your knife. I promised to return it to you .”

"...You actually used it as a cushion?" Heichuan was obviously stunned for a moment, thinking of something, and suddenly laughed, "This private school is really incredible."

After a while, he stopped his hoarse laughter slightly, raised his hand casually and thrust the knife into his waist. "That's right, it's just a piece of scrap metal for cutting people."

Those magnificent and ridiculous fantasies have long since disappeared on the battlefield.

"You really don't ask anything, but I'm leaving tomorrow." Heichuan raised his eyebrows, and after retracting the knife, he couldn't hide the sharpness revealed in his bones.Such a person would not be an unknown junior in the anti-barbarian army.

"Why do you ask? Those little ghosts just picked up a pet." Yazhong's voice paused, "Of course, if you want to tell me it's a different matter." She raised her finger: "The fee is [-] yen per hour. I'll be your best listener."

Kurokawa narrowed his long and narrow eyes: "A woman who is not cute at all."

"Women who don't want to be considered cute by you are certainly not cute at all." Yae spread her hands, "Also, children are in the stage of growing up, and the private school's finances are very tight."

She was just joking, but the other party seriously took out a small bag of money from the skirt of his shirt, and threw it into her hand carelessly.

"Just treat it as a thank you gift for taking care of me these days. You didn't ask me where I came from, and I won't inquire about your past with Songyang." Heichuan hooked the corner of his mouth, "Take it to buy some candy for those brats. Come on. Don't worry, a smart man doesn't just have a small coffer."

"Who said I would refuse." Yae raised his eyes, and took the money bag away without hesitation.

After a pause, she continued: "Be careful tomorrow, don't go out and die."

"I got it, I got it." Kurokawa turned his back.

Noisy voices came from the direction of the bedroom. He listened for a moment, and then murmured softly, as if he had realized it later:

"This is a good private school."

Yae heard what he meant.

I hope, I hope the flames of war never come to this place.

……

The other party chose to leave before dawn.

The darkness is the heaviest before dawn, and the chill in the air seems to be able to condense into a solid body.Bearing wounds that have healed and wounds that won't heal, the man who stayed briefly at the private school disappeared into the early morning mist.

Neither Yae nor Matsuyo got up to see each other off.

They listened to the sound of footsteps fading away until there was complete silence.

Life is back on track, and the daily routine that was once interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Kurokawa resumes its flow.

After the closure, the street market reopened, the sky lit up, the snow-shoveled streets were clean and tidy, and the decorated facades of commercial houses were full of the flavor of the Chinese New Year.

Yae came to grab the lucky bag this time.

She planned the battle plan early in the morning, marked the road map, and just waited to kill the Quartet.

There were crowds of people around, and in the lively atmosphere, suddenly there was a rush of hurried footsteps, and they came straight towards her.

Yae subconsciously opened her hand.

The next moment, Qiuyin almost fell into her arms.

"...It's not good!" She raised her face, her voice trembling.Yae had never seen her so flustered.

Realizing that there are people around, Qiuyin has not completely lost her composure. She leaned forward and explained the ins and outs of the matter to Yae very quickly.

Because of the wishes of the students, she should have realized it when she decided to go to the muddy water.

Trouble sure enough came to the door.

"Gintoki-kun and Takasugi-kun have already rushed over, but they are both adults and have knives, so I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry," Yae patted her head, "You go to Songyang first."

She stood up, with a comforting smile on her lips, her eyes had sunk, her expression was slightly cold.

"I'll be back when I go."

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Update √

I love daily, so the next chapter of the trouble or something will be solved

When Xu first appeared on the stage, I thought his mask was very similar to the big tengu 2333333, especially the iconic nose

There are many legends about the big tengu, and there are different opinions on its origin.

The characteristics that interest me include: being able to be invisible, being superb at swordsmanship, and being able to abduct children [the latter is the key point]

To sum it up, I will suddenly take the child away from the gods, and then teach him the way of swords [not exactly like this]

The famous Minamoto Yoshitsune in history, swordsmanship is said to be taught by Tengu

According to comments from foreign netizens, the battle between Xu and Xinghai Fangzhu was actually very symbolic

The rabbit represents the moon, and the crow is the symbol of the sun in mythology√