[Gintama] Immortal

With the rustling of dead branches, heavy footsteps stepped through the thick snow, and came to the deserted shrine hidden in the mountains.

Seeing the visitor, the man who was waiting under the eaves with a knife in his arms came out of the shadows, with disheveled hair and gloomy eyes.

"Someone caught?"

Others came out of their hiding places one after another, about four or five of them in total, all of them dressed as ronin with swords on their waists.

"You can dawdle, Shizuka, the time limit given to us by the bastards from the shogunate was not generous. Did you get lost in which flower street and willow alley? It's so hard to catch a brat." One of them said in a rough voice. airway.

"Shut up, Kataoka." The man called Ishizuka by his accomplices spat on the ground, he let go of his arms, and threw the screaming brat on his shoulders to the ground.

"The little ghosts in that village are all very strange, each one is more vigilant than the other."

"I told you to let me go, bastard! Didn't your mother in the country teach you basic manners?!" The student stood up from the snow unwillingly, clutching his bruised arm.

After he saw that there were strong adult men around him, and the shadows shrouded him like a small mountain, he shrank obviously, but he still tried his best to straighten his body.

"The mouth is also quite stiff." The man with gloomy eyes showed a mocking smile.

"Hey, Morimoto, are you sure it's useful to catch this brat?" asked a middle-aged man with a beard, his expression obviously restless, and his eyes repeatedly glanced at the surrounding woods, "the shogunate promised, right, as long as we can If that guy from Onodera gets what they want to know, he'll let us go."

"You talk too much." Morimoto lowered his voice, his narrow and cold eyes looked like slits cut by a knife, "Although Onodera is tight-lipped, he always looks down on us guys who surrendered to the shogunate, but He is also the most benevolent person."

Morimoto looked at the student with a disturbed expression: "Someone in that village saved him, and he took a huge risk to save him. He will never dare to forget this kind of kindness."

Not missing the slight change in the child's expression when the word "save" was mentioned, Morimoto pursed his chapped lips and smiled maliciously: "Hey, brat, what's your name?"

"Before...before asking others, it is the most basic etiquette to declare your family name." The student stammered.

"My patience is limited, you'd better understand that." Morimoto casually shifted the center of gravity of his body, switching his right hand to rest on the handle of the knife at his waist.

"...My name is Takuya." The student gritted his teeth, but couldn't hold back in the end, "What's your relationship with Mr. Kurokawa?"

"... Hei Chuan?" Several ex-combatants around looked at each other with mocking expressions, "The person named Hei Chuan has long since died. It seems that that guy used the name of his dead companion."

Morimoto sneered: "The real name of the 'Mr. Kurokawa' you know is Onodera. Onodera is a great figure in the anti-barbarian army, and he is completely different from ordinary people like us. We have something to do with him now. If you are sensible , just obediently follow us."

Takuya was silent for a while, and the hand placed beside him unconsciously clenched into a fist: "...I refuse."

"This is not a multiple-choice question, kid." The smile on the corner of Morimoto's mouth cooled down, and he winked at Shizuka, "Take it away."

Takuya subconsciously turned around and wanted to run, but Ishizuka just stretched out his hand easily, and clamped his thin arm like iron tongs.

Shizuka was about to stun the restless kid when there was a sudden sound of piercing through the air, and a few swishes, sharp pain hit his wrist impartially.

With a series of clear sounds, two ordinary stones fell on the snow-covered approach, bouncing a few times without making a sound.

The others all turned around, but the knives were all unsheathed in the blink of an eye, reflecting Xuehua's icy forest glow.

Standing at the end of the approach is a little ghost.

To be more precise, the other party is a brat with a very arrogant expression.Facing a group of adults armed with knives, throwing the pebbles he picked up from nowhere, the brat's haughty expression didn't change a bit, and his emerald eyes were bright and sharp.

"Sorry, I accidentally hit it wrong." In terms of angering the enemy, if Gao Shanruo said that he was the second, no one in the private school would dare to call it the first.He raised his jaw slightly, and curved his handsome lips mockingly, "Next time I will aim and shoot."

"It's just a brat." Shi Zhong almost laughed out of anger.Everyone was already mentally and mentally exhausted, emotionally irritable, and the tense heartstrings could be easily broken with just a straw. Facing Gao Sugi's unreserved provocation, they suddenly felt a surge of blood.

"What? Are you afraid of facing a little ghost?" Gao Shan stood there calmly, as if he didn't need any other weapons except the stone in his hand.

The real situation is that the incident happened suddenly, he was empty-handed, and he had exhausted his luck in chasing these people to their hiding place without being noticed.

He wears protective gear for kendo practice and wields bamboo knives. He has never touched a real knife that can kill people.

But it was too late to think so much, once these people left Di's jurisdiction, it would be too late to do anything.

No matter how many thoughts and turmoil in his heart, Takasugi still looks calm and confident on the surface.

He shook his head and sneered mockingly: "What kind of people with lofty ideals who defend their homes and country against barbarians are just wild dogs being chased by the shogunate."

As if there was a sound of reason breaking down somewhere, the killing intent suddenly surged in the air, and the cold and dazzling knife light suddenly slashed at him.

Bi Tong shrank, Gao Shan shouted loudly without hesitation:

"—Silver Time!!!"

Chi Yan's blood splashed out from the enemy's camp first.

At the critical moment, Gao Shan narrowly avoided the blade, rolled on the spot, stood up from the ground with the rustling snow, and quickly looked behind the enemy.

Shizuka knelt down in the snow covering his blood-spattered right arm, his cheek pressed against the ground, howling in pain.

Immediately withdrew after a successful blow, Gintoki dragged Takuya who was still in a daze, and immediately ran towards the woods without hesitation.

After running a few steps, the ruthless blade slashed against his face, Gintoki had to let go of Kaizai's hand, and drew the blade again with a "clang", narrowly preventing the enemy from almost splitting his head with the blade .

"What are you still doing in a daze, run! Run!!!" Yin Shi clenched his gums and shouted.

Protecting his classmates behind him, he couldn't stretch his arms and legs.

At the same time, the situation on Takasugi's side is not optimistic.

Unarmed, he could only dodge constantly, and was almost cut by the blade several times. It was impossible to snatch the weapon.

The enemy is an adult with rich experience in the battlefield, but there are only three underage children on their side.

The one who has a knife in his hand only has silver time.

The hot blood splashed on the snow like red plums in full bloom.

The lazy demeanor was gone, and Gintoki, who was in a fighting state, was a different person than usual.The moment the enemy named Kataoka raised his blade, he moved almost instinctively, and rushed into the enemy's inner circle in a blink of an eye, flipped his wrist, and the tip of the blade pointed upwards, piercing through Kataoka with one blow Soft belly.

Takuya was so frightened that he stood there as if his legs were rooted.

The weapon fell to the ground with a clang, blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, Kataoka opened his protruding eyeballs, and grabbed his arms with all his might.Gintoki reacted extremely quickly, stepped on his bent knees and jumped back, and the next moment, another enemy's blade arrived.

A cold light brushed past the corner of his clothes, and Yin Shi rolled over and fell to the ground.The companion's knife cut Kataoka's neck, and if he hadn't escaped quickly, his head would have followed suit.

With a crisp buzzing sound, the blade clashed with the enemy again. Yinshi's eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and the movement of swinging the knife was as ferocious as a beast. After letting go completely, there was a desperate posture.

"Interesting." Morimoto squinted his eyes with a gloomy expression, and was not at all moved by Kataoka's death.

"However, this is the end of the brat's farce."

Takasugi finally found a chance, and while he was close to him, he took out the tie from the enemy's waist.

He threw away the scabbard, narrowly escaped the cross-cutting knife, and was about to turn defense into offense——

"Behind!!!"

Gintoki's voice exploded in his ears like thunder, and Takasugi turned around suddenly, the sharp edge of the blade that was about to strike was reflected in his contracted pupils.

In the silent shrine, the sound of a crow flapping its wings and landing on a branch suddenly rang through.

As the snow fell, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and in the next moment, the figure of Morimoto who was about to slash with his sword disappeared from his eyes.

With a bang, the muffled sound of bone cracking resounded a few feet away, and the wolf-like creature that appeared together with the crow pushed Morimoto to the ground, almost embedded in the snow.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and what was pressing on his throat was not sharp fangs, but a cold blade, which could cut open his blood vessels with a little force.

He raised his face subconsciously, trying to stay away from the blade on his neck, his eyeballs rolled down hard: "... who are you?"

Maintaining the posture of pressing the opponent's abdomen with his knees, Yae narrowed his eyes and smiled, with no warmth in his eyes: "Parents passing by."

The man gasped and laughed, and the blood beads affected by the movement dripped from his neck and fell into the gray snow.

"Passing by? Impossible. How did you find this place?"

"If you don't want your neck to be cut open by your own knife, tell your people not to move." Without answering the other party's words, Yae tilted the blade slightly, and the cold blade reflected the pale winter sky, "I didn't want these hands Unnecessarily bloody, but it's all up to you now."

"My people?" Morimoto's chest trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It seems that you may have misunderstood, we are all just a group of desperadoes for ourselves!"

The murderous intent suddenly rose, and the whistling wind came from behind, Yae let go of Morimoto and rolled on the spot, turned over with his hands on the ground, and suddenly raised his knife to cut, just in time to intercept the attack of the enemy who was chasing him, with a single blow Cut off the weakest part of the enemy's blade.

"...you know how to use a knife?" Takasugi's suspicious voice came from behind.

Yae took a few steps back, right in front of him.

"Oh, I can also ride a horse." Yae watched Morimoto get up from the ground, clutching the broken blade, and rushed towards him like a wild beast.She gave Takasugi the knife, took a step forward and grabbed Morimoto's right wrist, swept his center of gravity off with one leg, twisted his arm to take advantage of the momentum to turn around, threw him hard to the ground, stepped on his shoulder and pulled With a pull, his right arm holding the knife was disabled.

"It's such a time, can you let go of this meme!" Yin Shi loudly complained not far away, but his voice was obviously much more relaxed.

Yae kicked Morimoto away, who was barely able to move in pain, knocked out another enemy, and took Takasugi to run towards Gintoki and Takuya.

Everything seems to have settled down.

Shizuka, the first to fall, suddenly stood up tremblingly, his right hand was cut by Yinshi, dripping with blood, and he held a gun in his left hand.

His eyes were red, and he pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Gintoki who was fighting with the enemy with a knife just a moment ago.

Yae felt that he might have hit something like a matchlock—and a gun.

The sound of gunfire exploded suddenly, and even the mountains were silent for a moment.

After the loud noise that seemed to knock down the ancient shrine, Ishizuka corrected the posture of holding the gun, lowered the muzzle slightly, and aimed at Yae.

At the last moment, she rushed over at an almost unbelievable speed, and fell into the snow while protecting Yinshi.

Warm liquid dripped onto his face, his red pupils dilated slightly unconsciously, as if he didn't realize what happened, Gintoki raised his head in Yae's arms.

"...Silver hour?"

Seeing Ginshi without making a sound, Yae's speech speed up. "What's the matter? Are you injured anywhere? Why is your face so bad?" She stroked his unkempt curly hair, and checked everywhere again, but she didn't touch any broken bones.

Yinshi finally opened his mouth with difficulty: "...blood..."

The wet and hot touch continued to drip down from the cheek, and Yae reached out to touch it, and found that the person who was scratched by the bullet on the head was himself.

When I touched the blood on my hand, it was still warm.

Feeling dizzy from blood loss, Yae blinked, and inadvertently saw the stone mound pointing the muzzle at this side, and suddenly shivered, pushing Gintoki out.

Be careful.

The words hanging in his throat were still unable to be uttered in the end.

The gunshots suddenly disappeared.

A feeling she was very familiar with suddenly enveloped the audience.

Described from the enemy's point of view, it was an overwhelming, almost primal fear.

In the field of vision eroded by black spots, she seemed to see Shizuka's figure freeze, like a blade shattered, the gun body in his hand disintegrated in an instant, turning into pieces of scrap metal and falling to the snow.

Excessive blood loss, the five senses began to weaken, the darkness and reality intertwined in the vision, Yae blinked hard, the stone mound that was standing still in the same place at one moment fell to the ground the next moment, and his left hand seemed to be pierced through the air, becoming It became an indistinguishable blood mist.

"... Yae."

There was a very light touch on her cheek, she retracted her gaze, turned her head slightly, raised her eyelids and saw Songyang's face without a smile.

Song Yang hugged her bleeding side face, and supported her head very lightly, as if afraid that her wound would burst open if she exerted more force.Seeing her looking at him, Songyang bent his mouth, as if intending to show a normal smile, but his eyes did not move.

He looked at the blood oozing from between his fingers, and the color in his eyes returned to the original scarlet.

"...Wait," Yae gasped, and raised his hand to grab Songyang's soft sleeves.

Songyang lowered his eyes, slightly covering the deep blood in his eyes. "Don't worry, wait a little longer, I'll take care of everything right away." The tone seemed to be coaxing a child who refused to take medicine.

... No, she didn't mean that.

"Your eyes." Yae reminded him in a low voice.

Songyang turned his back to the three of Yinshi at this time, otherwise it would be bad if they revealed their secrets.

"...I see." Songyang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the clear pine green had returned.

As if the shadow of Naraku, the leader of Amaterasu Institute, was just an illusion, his tone became soft and gentle again, only a slightly lowered voice revealed signs of a storm coming.

"You stay here, don't move." He slowly let go of the hand holding her head, and looked at the enemy who had stood up but dared not approach.

In addition to the dead Kataoka, Morimoto whose right hand was disabled, and Ishizuka who was unconscious, there are three other people in the enemy who have the ability to move.

Their brains were blank, and the knives in their hands trembled from the instinctive fear, but they still chose to continue fighting.

Songyang turned around and put his right hand on the handle of the knife for the first time.He lowered his voice: "Wait for me, it only takes a moment."

Before the darkness engulfed his consciousness, the last thing Yae saw was the scene of the back drawing the sword out of its sheath.