[Gintama] Immortal

She seemed to see the past in a dream.

In the grotesque dreamland, the timeline was cut to pieces.

Green vines climbed up the decaying shrine, clouds and mist rose in the deep mountains with towering ancient trees, and black crow feathers slid over the treetops. In the next moment, all these disappeared, the earth trembled with thunderous horseshoes, and the sound of war sounded on the plain. The conch, as if emerging from the dark mist, the masked man stepped on countless bloody corpses, and cut off the head of the Chinese army commander.

Surrounded by wolf smoke and arrow rain, howling and roaring, as if he heard something in this hellish chaos, the man put down his head, turned his head slightly, and looked towards an empty place.

The pitch-black crow mask was splashed with blood, and the scarlet pupils were calm, as if they reached the bottomless abyss.

In just a blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed again.

Like a newborn fawn, the bruised and bruised boy raised his head and stood under the ancient fir tree.He stretched out his hand carefully, facing the sunlight among the treetops, and slowly spread his five fingers.

The golden sunlight was as soft as mist, and the young man looked intently at the color leaking from his fingers, his wooden eyes seemed to be shimmering.

The imperial curtain suddenly fell, blocking the light.Day turned into night, and the high priests wearing black hats sat in rows facing each other, their stiff and straight silhouettes were haughty and indifferent.

The guards holding iron chains pressed the prisoner on the fine white stone ground in the courtyard, and the courtiers with high-pitched voices were reading out the imperial decree.

The prisoner raised his hand to put on a mask symbolizing the god of death, and behind him suddenly turned into a burning temple.

The alarm bells were ringing, and the Noh Stage was burning in a sea of ​​flames.

The figure holding the blood-stained long knife sank into the darkness. Behind him, the pale face with a strange smile was swallowed by the raging flames and quickly turned into nothingness.

This is the virtual past, and it is also her memory.

The sea of ​​flames dissipated, and the flying sparks turned into Ashgaru wearing a hat.

Standing alone on the pile of corpses, the man in the black mask turned sideways slightly, his scarlet pupils looked at a row of soldiers holding firecrackers.

——"Fire!!!"

The gunshots shook the sky, and the heart suddenly suffocated.

The deafening metallic sound was still reverberating in his head, and Yae looked at the familiar ceiling and it became clear in his vision. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly found that the dark Japanese room was lit with a lamp.

"you're awake?"

She turned her head, and Songyang was sitting beside her bed, his expression was very gentle in the light, except for his weaker smile, he was completely different from the man with the cold expression in the dream.

Everything that happened in the shrine, the snow field, and during the day suddenly came back to my mind, and Yae raised her hand subconsciously. The blood from the wound on her head had already stopped. At this time, she was wrapped in a bandage, which felt strange Feel.

The private school was very quiet, and the sound of children running could not be heard.The air was filled with the chill of a winter night, but fortunately, charcoal was burned in the Japanese room, so she didn't feel cold while lying on the soft blanket.

"You have been sleeping for two days, everyone is very worried, but children can't stay up late, I have already sent them all to sleep." Songyang blinked.

After touching the bandage enough, Yae suddenly remembered something, and his expression suddenly became tense.

"Will it leave a scar?"

Song Yang smiled and said, "I asked the doctor specifically for you. If you recover well, there is still room for salvation."

Yae felt that she seemed to have accidentally broken something entrusted to her by others.

It was completely different from the corpses she had picked up on the battlefield. With this body, she couldn't even bear to practice kendo.

Distressed.Very distressed.

"Did you have a dream just now?" Songyang changed the subject in time.

After a short pause, Yae looked at him: "Is it obvious?"

Songyang stretched out her hand, imitating her previous movement as if she wanted to grab something in her sleep. "It can be seen."

"..." It seemed as if I was ashamed.

"...It's nothing, I just dreamed about the past." Lying on the pillow, Yae turned her head slightly, and inadvertently saw the alcove decorated with Wanliu.

In the corner where candlelight cannot reach, the alcove is dark, like a gap opened by time.

In the fragmented dream, a blue memory suddenly jumped out from the darkness.

She saw the little glazed arabesque sandwiched in the yellowed scriptures.

Glazed arabesque is a light blue flower that blooms in late spring and early summer in late April and early May.

Compared with the cherry blossoms, this kind of flowers and plants, which are slightly ordinary, bloom on the hillside, and the dense one looks like a thick carpet.

The flowers in the alcove change with the seasons, from camellias in winter to plum blossoms, and then from plum blossoms to cherry blossoms. After the cherry blossoms fail, they should be replaced with glazed arabesques in late spring.

The leader of the killer organization who stayed in the crow's nest all year round was not so much indifferent to such details as he was not interested at all. Allowing her to arrange flowers in a cold room is already a concession that has been recorded in history.

One year, the arabesques in full bloom in late spring were particularly beautiful. At that time, the Tokugawa shogunate had established its foundation in the world for a while, and Naraku of Amaterasu-in Temple was gradually marginalized, and it was not uncommon for them to be away from work for ten and a half months.

She was so persistent in emphasizing her sense of existence in front of Xu that she almost threw herself on the table in front of him to lay her dead body, and tried calling her names from "this little brother" to "this ancestor" in turn.

——"You can't always live in the same season."

She knocked on his desk.

"Look, the flowers are all in bloom. As long as you help me pick one back, I promise I won't disturb you for the next day."

Sometimes, she felt like a brat trying to get attention by bouncing marbles through other people's windows.

——Come out and play together.

She had seen little children in the village do it.

Holding a bunch of marbles in his arms, he just stood outside the fence and flicked his little friend's window day after day.

——Don't be bored in the house, let's go out for a walk together.

The empty echo hit the wall and rolled to the ground. The opponent was really a wall, the coldest and hardest kind.

She smashed it every day, and all she heard was her own echo. The next day, she picked up the marbles that fell yesterday and continued to repeat.

A whole day of silence may indeed be a very tempting condition.

When they saw the leader coming out of the room, the other Naraku bowed respectfully and called out "Master", but they didn't dare to ask Xu with a cold face where he was going to kill people.

The deep mountains in late spring are full of tranquil charm.

The rarely visited mountains are covered with the colors of nature, and the hillside covered with glazed arabesques seems to be dyed with a layer of soft blue, undulating slightly in the breeze.

On the way back, he watched her bouncing and bouncing as she walked, and his eyes swept over her very calmly. "what are you laughing at."

So she immediately became serious.

"I'm definitely not laughing at you."

She didn't quite remember why that little glazed arabesque was made into a bookmark later.

Before turning into fragile dust, when Xu Xu was flipping through the scriptures, he looked at his Buddhist principles, and she looked at the light blue arabesque.

500 years, if you think about it this way, it is not completely full of blood and killing.

Very occasionally, there are quiet moments like that.

Yae couldn't say why he suddenly recalled this memory now.

Pulling her thoughts back to reality, she sat up with support, and Songyang subconsciously reached out to help her.

"Where are those people?" Yae put the topic back on track.

This should have been her first question after waking up, but because of Songyang, she directly threw this normal worry behind her mind, and only then did she realize that before she lost consciousness, the trouble was not Not fully resolved.

Holding her shoulder, Songyang seemed to pause slightly, and his voice faded: "The disputes belonging to the barbarian army will be resolved by themselves."

"Don't worry, those people won't show up again." Songyang looked at her, "Mr. Onodera came here yesterday, and he is very sorry for what happened this time."

"...so his name is Onodera." Yae was silent for a moment, "It's a pity, I think the name "Mr. Black" is more suitable for him. "

Song Yang bent his eyes: "I think so too."

Yae looked at him for a moment.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

"?" Songyang tilted his head slightly, still smiling with his slightly curved brows and eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

The night was deep.

Candlelight burns quietly in the paper lampshade, light and shadows flow like water, and most of the Japanese room is enveloped in the darkness of winter night, leaving only a small piece covered with a warm halo.

Yae slightly raised his hand and touched Song Yang's soft eyelids.

"At times like this, it's okay not to smile."

How could someone be smiling all the time.

"It's okay." Yae said.

I have watched the cold villain's face for hundreds of years, "It doesn't matter if you don't smile once in a while."

There was a slight pause in her voice, and she raised her eyes: "You caught up this time. Everyone is fine, and nothing will happen."

Things like Oboro's, the tragedies that could not be recovered in time, will not happen again.

A person who is always smiling, once the smile is restrained, the expression will become unexpectedly cold.

The gentle green eyes, without the cover of a smile, cannot cover the emptiness in the depths.

Happiness is real happiness when you are with students.

But the things seen through the happiness in front of me, the things that go hand in hand, don't disappear either.

Yae touched the bandage on his forehead: "Also, this kind of minor injury, I'll heal after ten days and a half."

"...The injury on the head is not a minor injury, Yae." Songyang looked at her, "You may not understand how fragile human beings are."

"..." Yae opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally looked away casually.

"You know, I can't die."

"You also know that 'I' can't die. Song Yang said softly, "But why did you do that at that time?" "

Yae was a little puzzled: "At that time?"

"In the first year of Tianzheng," Songyang still had a smile on his lips, and Songyang had a look in his eyes that she couldn't understand, "You took a bullet for another "I". "

"why?"

The silent night fell.

The candlelight gradually weakened, darkness spread around, and the shadow behind Songyang was stretched and reflected on the wall.Maintaining a soft expression on his brows and eyes, he looked at her as if waiting for an answer.

……why?

No one has ever asked this question.

It was as if, the wall she kept smashing and smashing, one day she suddenly became interested in why she smashed the wall.

It was as if in 500 years, a ghost suddenly responded to her.

It's confusing, isn't it?

"...I don't know." Yae heard himself say.

She may be telling the truth.

"I didn't think about anything at the time."

When he reacted, his body had already moved by itself.

Now that I think about it, it's really stupid.

——If you can shoot to death with a single shot, what is there to worry about? Surely you can shoot thousands of shots directly, okay? How can you cover a large area with rounds of shooting?

Yae wanted to say something else, trying to save the image of himself who had a brain crash, but suddenly Songyang put his shoulders together and gently moved forward, leaning directly into his arms.

My brain seemed to go blank.

Yae blinked, and blinked again.

"...Songyang?"

The movement of hugging her shoulders was very gentle, and the other party's feathers had a good smell of saponin, which was particularly warm in the cold winter night, and there was a sense of security that made people reluctant to leave when rubbed against it.

The two of them just leaned lightly like travelers snuggling by the fire to keep warm.

She raised her hand and put it down again, Songyang stretched out his hand and held her cold fingertips.

"Is it still too cold in the room?" he asked, his voice very soft.

Yae looked at Song Yang's smiling expression, and suddenly felt that she must be lacking a certain skill.

Dim footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the Japanese room. It was estimated that the students who wanted to go to the toilet walked in the wrong direction in the dark, and gradually walked towards this side.

It was as if a red alarm sounded in his mind instantly, and Yae almost completed the movement of pulling his hands back, falling back on the pillow, and pulling up the quilt to cover his head almost in an instant.

When the partition door of the Japanese-style room was opened, what the student saw was Shoyo sitting next to Yae and laughing.

Two seconds later, a voice resounded throughout the private school.

"Yae woke up——!!!"

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Why such a short plot can explode the number of words, I am really desperate [Salted fish.jpg

The first half of the private school in the next chapter is over

After that, I will fast-forward to joy3’s youth _(:з」∠)_