[Gintama] Immortal

Matsushita Village Juku started as a nursery school.

The adults have no time to take care of them, and the children in the village wander around the mountains and fields all day long, chasing cats and dogs, climbing trees and rivers, causing trouble everywhere.

Songyang picked up those dirty children one by one, wiped off the mud spots on their faces, gave them brand new textbooks, and taught them to write their first words in life.

The children in the village are no longer mischievous every day. When the adults come back to their senses, the sound of books has already been heard in the classroom.

The lawless little bully is honestly learning the Iroha song to read and write. The eldest sister in the family is carrying the young brother on her back, listening to Songyang's lectures while coaxing him to sleep.

The gates surrounded by the bamboo fence are always open. I don’t know when, the private school has become the unspoken destination for students and their families when they go out.

No matter how much grievance and anger he harbors, as long as Songyang coaxes a few words gently, no matter how angry the student is, he will go back obediently the next morning, with a blush floating on his face after being touched by the teacher.

Therefore, when Takuya appeared at the door of the private school with a small temporarily packed bag on his back, Songyang was not surprised at all, but bent his pretty eyebrows and asked him with a smile:

"Want to have dinner together?"

The young man who ran away from home for the first time finished his dinner in the private school absently, was dragged away by Gui to wash up absently, spread his quilt absently, listened absently to Yae after reading a bedtime story for a young age and was complained by Yintoki, and finally in Before turning off the lights, he finally couldn't hold back and ran to Songyang's room.

"Doesn't the teacher have anything you want to ask?"

The usually carefree, cheerful, and smiling boy lowered his eyes, clenched his hands on his knees tightly, and looked depressed and restless like a puppy wet by rain, so pitiful that he was about to curl up.

Song Yang put down the scroll in his hand, looking at the young man with a very gentle look in the candlelight.

"No," he chuckled softly, his voice was as soothing as the breeze blowing over the branches in spring, "As a teacher, I believe in the decisions made by my students."

Takuya lowered his head.

"You have never been a willful child. I believe you must have your own reasons for doing what you do today. If it's hard to say, it's okay if you don't say it." Songyang stretched out his hand and gently touched the boy's drooping head, "You can come to the private school whenever you want."

"Get some rest tonight."

Breakfast the next day had white taro stalks mixed with sesame vinegar.

The firewood crackled softly, and the soup pot where the bonito flakes were cooked exuded a hot aroma. Yae stood in the morning light with his sleeves rolled up, skillfully peeling the taro stems and stacking them neatly on the cutting board.

"Good morning, Takuya."

Hearing the movement from the sliding door, Yae greeted with a smile, and kept moving her hands, cutting the taro cubes into small pieces of four to five centimeters with a few clicks.

Instead of responding energetically like before, Takuya responded somewhat casually, and came to the edge of the stove to watch her prepare breakfast.

The only sound left in the kitchen was the gurgling sound of the soup pot, and the sound of the kitchen knife being pressed neatly on the cutting board when Yae cut the taro.

Add a little vinegar to the sliced ​​taro strips, blanch them in hot water, then rinse them in cold water, and put them in a basket for later use. Yazhong copied some sesame seeds, crushed them, and put them in a bowl. The aroma in the kitchen suddenly became strong.

She was mixing the seasoning, and was about to add some juice to adjust the taste. The boy who stood watching her for a long time clenched his fists and then slowly loosened them. Finally he mustered up the courage to speak:

"...Am I a terrible person?"

After a pause, Yae put down the bowl slightly and turned his head:

"What's wrong? Why do you think so?"

"I ran away from home," Takuya looked at his toes, "...because there is a younger sister in the family."

——Takuya is now an older brother.

In the past month, everyone around him congratulated him so much, even the classmates in the private school made fun of him, as if this was a great good thing, a blessing gilded with happiness.

But he wasn't happy at all.

Facing the kind congratulations around him, he couldn't smile at all.

Looking at the crumpled baby, he felt no affection, only a strange, almost manic boredom.

A creature that cries every day, a creature that has taken away all the attention and love from the people around it, its thin and small appearance in a swaddling baby can't arouse any soft and warm emotions in his heart.

——It’s so cute.

——What a lovely child.

His parents smiled from ear to ear, and he stood aside, just watching, as if he suddenly became a stranger in this family, and in the room filled with joy, he was the only part that was redundant and out of place.

"Obviously they are family members connected by blood, but I don't like her at all." Takuya said in a low voice, "Am I scary?"

Boiling white foam rose from the edge of the soup pot, and Yae lifted the wooden lid and leaned it sideways.

"So are you afraid?"

Teenagers are no longer ignorant children.

"Having these dark emotions, do you think you're scary, Takuya?"

Takuya said nothing.

He lowered his head, never daring to meet her gaze.

Yae sighed helplessly: "Let me tell you, don't you have too good fantasies about so-called people?"

With a slight movement in his eyes, Takuya raised his face.

White miso, sugar, and light soy sauce, Yae put the dried taro stems in a bowl, and mix well with seasoned sesame vinegar.

"Open your mouth." She picked up a piece of taro.

Subconsciously, Takuya chewed it a few times.

"Is it delicious?" Yae asked.

He nodded.

Showing a satisfied expression, Yae put down his chopsticks and scooped the boiled bonito broth into the container.

"Having these negative emotions shows you're a human being."

"If you are human, you will be jealous and resentful. Disgust, anger, resentment, fear, these are all normal, human beings will have emotions."

Yae patted Takuya on the shoulder: "But what determines who you are is not these uncontrollable emotions, but how you deal with these negative things."

"Didn't Songyang teach you?" She smiled slightly, "People have all kinds of weaknesses from birth, but even so, they can choose to fight."

Takuya looked up at her.

"The reason why you ran away from home was not because your parents ignored you, right?" Yae looked into his eyes seriously, "You ran away because you were afraid of facing your dark side."

Why do you think it's not cute at all?Why get bored.

Facing the family members who are connected by blood, but unable to feel emotionally in my heart, I felt afraid and ashamed, so I ran away.

"You are not a scary monster, just an ordinary person with a weak side." Yazhong paused.

"Even in a family that is connected by blood, it doesn't always have immediate affection. There may be good brothers in this world, but even family members hate each other at times. In a sense, it is a conscious effort to be a Good brother, more than someone who fits the role naturally."

"You are already very brave, and it is a great thing to be able to tell others about yourself." Yae showed soft eyes, "You don't want to lose to your weak self, do you?"

"...Mmm." Takuya's voice trembled a little, he nodded, and nodded vigorously, "I don't want to lose."

Sniffing, he raised his sleeve and wiped his face, looking at her with some anxiety:

"Will the teacher hate me?"

Such a gentle and beautiful person, a person with crescent-shaped eyes when he smiles, a person with warm and dry palms, a person who always embraces himself unconditionally—if he knows these thoughts in his heart, he will be as gentle as usual treat him well.

Yae burst out laughing.

"I already know the answer, do you still want to ask me?"

Takuya's face turned red.

"Then let me ask you, do you hate Songyang?" Yae tilted his head slightly.

Takuya's tone suddenly became anxious: "How is it possible!"

"Really?" She still had a smile on her face, and she showed Takuya's somewhat incomprehensible eyes.

"Even if he has done many unforgivable and excessive things, you still don't hate him."

The octave played softly.

Takuya looked at her strangely.

"How could the teacher do something excessive."

Yae smiled and looked at him without saying a word for a while, then turned around and continued to scoop up the soup.

She put the soup and rice on the square plate one by one, and used chopsticks to pick up the white taro stem mixed with sesame vinegar and put it on the side dish.

"I happen to be going to the beach in a few days, so pick up some shells for your sister as a gift."

Takuya scratched his head, seemed a little embarrassed: "I didn't even think of this."

"Do you want to have breakfast here?" Yae looked over.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head and showed the same smile as usual, even brighter than before.

"No, I'll go home and eat."

Before exiting the kitchen, Takuya finally paused by the door and turned slightly sideways.

"Eight heavy."

"What's wrong?" She blinked.

"If you've seen a person at their worst and most terrifying...would you still love him the same?"

The boy looked at her fixedly, as if he wanted to find some final affirmation from her.

Standing still in front of the kitchen window for a moment, Yae raised her hand and brushed the loose strands of hair back to her ears.

"I've seen it a long time ago," she lowered her eyes and said with a smile, "but I still love you."

—Honor has not appeared for a long time.

……

The sea is full of howling winds.

The vast sea surface is the same color as the sky, the white seabirds are flying by the wind, and the delicate and soft sandy beach is shone by the sun, shining like broken gold.

The students took Songyang to explore the karst caves by the sea, and Takuya and a small number of students stayed on the beach, picking up shells by stepping on the waves that swept in and receded.

Hearing that it was a gift for his younger sister, the fighting spirit of the girls was on fire. Pearl oyster, white jade oyster, cherry blossom oyster, muntjac shell, warhead snail, and phoenix snail, all of them were picked up for him in turn, and compared and discussed one by one. The shell picking operation was in full swing.

Yae sat under the shade of a tree, the sea breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with the slightly moist smell of sea salt.Spots of sunlight fell on the pine branches and fine sand like broken awns, warmly embellished with a layer of gold.

The sky is vast and far away, the blue waves of the sea gently fluctuate with the wind, and the unchanging sound of the tide makes people feel calm. I always feel that I can sit on the beach for a whole day like this.

——"Aren't you coming together?"

The cave exploration team and the shell picking team at the seaside have all thrown olive branches at her.

"I'll let it go today."

Yae waved his hand and said lazily, "Occasionally, I want to raise an old man."

Yin Shi: "... Tsk, can you not always switch freely between seven and seven hundred years old."

Yae was silent for a moment, and opened his eyes wide: "You actually found out?"

"Hey--!"

The giggling laughter gradually faded away, and the instigating sea breeze blew people's clothes to the sound of hunting, as if they would turn into birds and soar into the sky in the next moment.

The sky was so bright that it was dazzling, and Yae sat under the shade of a pine tree, watching the students picking up shells by the sea.The girls held their skirts and stepped on the water, their smiles slightly reddened by the sun shone like pearls.

Yae didn't know how long he had been sitting by the sea.

The sky, the sea, the pine branches, the sand, the whistling wind, and the rustling reeds.

The world became small and vast at the same time, as if all that was left was the scene in front of her eyes—and her favorite laughter from far, far away.

"... Yae."

The familiar voice brought her back to reality, she raised her eyes and saw Songyang's face.

"It's almost time for us to go back."

Standing against the light, his eyes are the most gentle color, and behind him, the sea water has been stained with the reflection of the sunset at some point.

"……OK."

She raised her face, smiled and took his hand.

Summer insects were singing in the grass by the roadside, the sky was the setting sun, and the stars were gradually brightening above their heads. The students who returned with a full load of memories danced and reminisced about today's harvest with their companions.

Takuya looked at the shells in his palm, picked out the most beautiful ones and put them in his sleeves, Gintoki and Takasugi quarreled again for some reason, Gui Gujun was fighting desperately to persuade the quarrel, Songyang hadn't laughed enough yet, his eyes were crooked It became a crescent.

"Goodbye, teacher."

"Goodbye, see you tomorrow."

The team scattered like a river, and everyone smiled and waved to end an ordinary day.

The private school is right in front of you, and the morning glories twined on the bamboo fence are growing wantonly, as if they are still holding the dewdrops from this morning.

The moment before the door was pushed open, Gintoki casually turned around——

The setting sun burns in the sky.

There was no warning when Yae fell to the door of the private school.

Xia Chong's voice disappeared forever at that moment.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and a moment before Yae hit the ground, a pair of hands hugged her up.

The brain was blank, as if his throat had been choked, and no one around could make a sound.

Songyang lowered his head expressionlessly, as if he had realized something, he held the unconscious Yae and did not move.

"……teacher?"

Gui opened his mouth with difficulty and shouted several times before Songyang came back to his senses in a daze.

"Xiao Taro, you go to the doctor."

Without raising his head, Songyang's tone was strangely calm.

Takasugi is the closest to Songyang and can see it most clearly.

The setting sun in the sky was reflected in the familiar pupils—it was blood-like scarlet.

……

She can't change a person's fate.

She knew about this from a long time ago.

Corpses that have lost their vitality will not be revived because of her possession.

What should be turned into a body of loess will eventually return to dust in her hands.

Like a ship with a fixed course, flowers falling from the branches, those things that pass through her hands will eventually go to their predetermined ending.

That little girl with a name like a cherry blossom, crying and begging for her help in the despair of losing everything, without her intervention, how long can a person struggle in the cruel world——

She seemed to already know the answer.

Seven years as a human being is short, but also very long.

When Yae woke up, there was moonlight in the unlit Japanese room.

The gentle moonlight trickled in from the window, like a meandering river in the dark, with dim light shining brightly.

The chest was stagnant, and Yae raised her hand under the blanket, slightly pressing the left atrium.

Having already made up his mind, Yae turned his head slightly, looking at Song Yang who was sitting silently in the dark.

"What did the doctor say?"

"...organ failure."

There was the soft rustling of the fabric in the darkness, Songyang stretched out his hand, and took her fingertips under the quilt into his hand.

"You are tired today, rest first."

"...Songyang."

"Don't worry over there at Yinshi, I haven't told anyone else about the doctor's diagnosis."

He rolled his eyes, smiled softly as usual, and held her hand.

"You have a good rest first, and we will talk about other things tomorrow."

"...Songyang."

"If it's cold, I'll add another quilt for you, and you just stay still."

"Songyang." Yae finally interrupted him.

In the dark Japanese room, the moonlight was silent, Yae looked straight into those green eyes, and sighed softly but decisively.

- "I don't want your blood."

The author has something to say:

This week's manga update made me so sad

But it also gave me the motivation to update my fans_(:з」∠)_

Next week is Thanksgiving holiday, hope I can add a more

There are still a few chapters left in the private school chapter, this body is not so quick to get lunch, please put down the blades in your hands [careful