[Gintama] Immortal

There was a hole in the roof, and the sky was like a prying eye, the whites of which were cloudy and dim.

The sound of humming people moved in the room, the wooden floor in disrepair creaked and swayed non-stop, and the cold wind suddenly rolled up outside the room and slammed on the wooden wall.

The room was quiet for a moment, and then the creaking footsteps of walking back and forth sounded again.

The effect of the low-quality anesthetic faded, and he was like a fish thrown onto the shore suddenly, he was so painful that he forgot to breathe for a moment.

Obviously there was no sound, but the annoying footsteps seemed to have noticed the movement here immediately, and ran over at once.

"Yinshi, are you awake?!"

The owner of the voice has a face that is too clear, and long hair that is blacker and softer than a woman. When he first joined the army, he was often laughed at by others.

Some people laughed very strangely, and Gui didn't notice the abnormality. When he encountered troubles when he was young, he always wanted to solve them squarely.

Too lazy to pin his hopes on Gui Que Genxian's head, when he searched secretly, he found that those people had already been repaired by Takasugi, the repair was so severe that they trembled when they saw the people from Matsushita Village School, and it didn't take long Just left the team.

With dead fish eyes hanging down, Yinshi looked at the leaking roof, lying on the straw mat without moving.

Why was such a stupid memory the first thing he thought of after the anesthetic passed.

Seeing that he was silent, that stupid face moved a little closer, almost yelling against the bridge of his nose: "Do you still recognize me, Yin Shi?"

"I'm Kotaro Katsura!"

"I'm your idol Katsura Kotaro! Do you still remember the 360 taels you owe me?!"

"One thousand three hundred and sixty-two yuan!"

"It's so noisy." Yin Shi raised his hand expressionlessly and grabbed Gui's face.

"I know you're a wig."

Gui chattered on and on about something else, his eyes were very serious, and his mouth opened and closed as hard as a puffer fish.

Yinshi recognized his mouth shape:

--Not a wig is Gui.

With a snap, Yinshi pushed Gui's face away expressionlessly again.

The military doctor came to check on his injury and made sure that the wound where he took out the bullet was not infected. He wrote down a few notes in his notebook and told him that the medical staff would bring the medicine after a while, so he hurried to check on the next patient injury.

The cold wind outside beat the rotten wooden boards, and there were many wounded people lying around. The temporarily requisitioned deserted shrine could not accommodate so many people. blizzard.

The weather is extremely cold, and it is extremely difficult to march or transport food and grass. The long winter has been a time of cessation of war and truce since ancient times.

Starting from the Changzhou Domain located on the edge of the Western Kingdom, they led the army all the way north to Edo, and now they are close to the "Imperial Leader" directly under the jurisdiction of the Tokugawa Shogunate.

The place in charge is the genealogy daimyo. Their ancestors were all generals who followed Tokugawa Ieyasu during the Battle of Sekigahara. They were unusually loyal. The banners that formed the enemy army were the retainers directly under the shogunate. The shogunate army is different, and it is particularly difficult.

Now you only need to go to Edo, Suruga, Kai or Sagami, and the Shogun's Edo Castle is in front of you.

The war has progressed to this point, and both sides have tacitly understood that the war against barbarians is about to end.Therefore, even in the harsh winter, the war did not stop.

Yinshi propped himself up and sat up, and looked around the room, but he didn't see anyone who was shorter than him.He lazily raised his eyelids, and said casually, "Where's that lunatic Takasugi?"

The ghost soldiers are good at surprise attacks.

Raid.As the name suggests, it is to attack the enemy by surprise, good at stabbing in the back, and pick the enemy's weakest place to attack.

I don’t know if his brain was pecked by a crow, as if he forgot that his team was responsible for the surprise attack. In recent battles, Takasugi led the ghost army deep into the enemy’s hinterland. A hail of bullets rushed into the battle of the Chinese army, and took the head of the enemy general with one blow.

Just a moment ago, they were still fighting to the death, when the soldiers of the shogunate saw the bloody head of the general, they gave up their arms and surrendered with a mournful cry like a mourning dog.

Ever since the night when the Matsushita village school was burned down, Takasugi's thin, almost non-existent patience has been worn out.

Seeing that Edo Castle was getting closer, nothing could suppress the desperate force on his body.

He rashly attacked the central army of the shogunate, Takasugi suffered several stabs, and returned to the camp covered in blood, no matter how he looked at it, he would have to lie down for several days, but now there is no sign of him in the medical team at all.

"Oh," Gui said in a meaningless monotone, "Gaosugi woke up earlier than you."

Yin Shi scratched his neck and directly skipped the topic: "Is there any wine?"

Since Chen Ma withdrew from the front line, wine, something that should be taken for granted, has become a scarce item in the team.

Going deep into the territory directly under the shogunate, it is becoming more and more difficult to keep up with food and supplies, and everything that has anything to do with alcohol is searched by the stingy medical team-when there is no anesthetic and no alcohol, those unlucky people who still want to live I can only bite a piece of cloth and endure.

Gintoki used to think that Tatsuma Sakamoto's stupid "ah ha ha" laughter could be annoying, and he still thinks so now.

He just misses the days when he could drink as much as he wanted.

He just missed the unrealistic fantasies born in the human brain at that moment when the bitter and astringent wine was poured into his mouth, and the bonfire was blurred in front of his eyes.

The reality of hell is far away, and sometimes he really has illusions, as if he will be knocked into the ground the next moment, and a voice that has not been heard for a long time sounds from above with a smile:

——"You're 100 years too early to want to drink too much, Gintoki."

Sakata Gintoki is a sweet party.

He didn't really like the taste of wine.too bitter.

"What's the matter, Yinshi? Do you need me to call the doctor?"

Gui's voice became slightly tense.

"...It's okay, it's just that the effect of the anesthetic dissipated a little quickly."

As if suddenly tired, Yin Shi covered his eyes, and after a while he put down his hand, and said in a low voice: "Just give me some wine."

After joining the army, whether it was Takasugi Shinsuke or Katsura Kotaro, everyone learned to get used to the taste of wine.

It was the first time to drink after returning from the first battle. The two were so hot that their noses and tears flowed together. They continued to drink while coughing.The experienced senior in the team didn't say much, just patted the shoulders of the two of them, and said softly: "It's like this the first time."

It's the same for the first murder.

"...Yinshi," Gui's voice was very serious, "you are a wounded patient."

Yinshi rolled his eyes: "You should leave this sentence for Gao Shan who sneaked out of the medical station."

The two chatted for a while.

As the leader of the army, now that the war is tense, Gui finally has time to visit the classmate who sent him to the medical station again. After several unnutritious conversations, he has to go back.

Putting the knife back into his waist, Gui stood up, and after a while, suddenly said softly:

"You dreamed about the old things again, didn't you?"

Yinshi looked at the air leak on the roof, and in the gloomy sky, the clouds began to flow.

"Heal your wounds well." Not expecting Yinshi's response, and being accustomed to his deaf reaction, Gui opened the wooden door, as if facing the non-existent person standing outside the door, and sighed towards the empty wind :

"What happened to Takuya is not your fault, Gintoki."

The wooden door closed.

He raised his head and stared at the small piece of sky, staring sourly, until a small piece of icy cold floated down from the air, and the fine white flakes fell on his cheeks and melted, Sakata Yinshi realized that it was snowing.

……

It was an ordinary pearl oyster, which can be seen everywhere on the coastline of Dicheng.

The red string is worn out, but the pearl oyster is still shining brightly, as if it has been polished many times every day.

On the battlefield, gunpowder smoke covered the sun, billowing thick smoke rose from the scarred land, like a military flag torn by the wind.

A shell exploded in the distance, and the screams of the people were short and sharp, and were drowned out by more voices in the blink of an eye.

Yinshi ran back desperately with the young man on his back, thick and warm blood continuously flowed to his back, dyeing his white robe scarlet.

"...Silver time."

So tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, the young man closed his eyes and called him softly.

... silver hour.

silver hour.

The faint voice kept begging.

The white-haired Yasha finally couldn't run anymore.Surrounded by gunfire and gunpowder smoke, he stopped slowly with his classmates behind his back.

The young man stretched out his right hand and handed him the thing that had been clutched in his hand.

Once the red string was loosened, the little pearl oyster was stained with blood, like cherry glaze on white porcelain.

The shoulders sank, as if someone leaned his head up, and the people behind fell silent.

The fire was still burning, time and sound stopped for a moment, and then slowly began to flow again.

Yinshi carried the young man on his back, crossed the battlefield, and continued to walk back to the camp, or in a further direction.

Summer insects are singing in the grass by the roadside, the sky is the setting sun, and the stars are gradually brightening above the head. The students returning home full of memories are chattering and laughing, and the wind seems to have the smell of sea water. Lavender morning glory blooms.

The teacher who walked beside the three students smiled softly and indulgently, his eyes were bent into beautiful crescent moons.

... silver hour.

silver hour.

——"Silver time!!!!!!"

The hoarse roar of his companion exploded in his ears, and the bright light of the sword came to his face. Sakata Gintoki suddenly came back to his senses. The blade froze for a moment and then fell down.

The corpse was embedded in the thick snow, and more enemies rushed forward with red eyes, as if wanting to bleed all the previous hatred.

The cold wind whipped up fluttering snowflakes, and white frost formed on foreheads, helmets, armor, and even people's eyebrows and beards.

The scorched black baggage cart was tilted by the side of the mountain road, and the flames and black smoke were torn apart by the long wind, and scattered panickedly in the cold snowy day.

Somehow the news was leaked, and the shogunate sent troops to raid the convoy transporting food and supplies of the barbarian army.

Considering that his injury was still unhealed, Gui temporarily stuffed him into the transportation team under the guise of an escort. He certainly did not expect that the seemingly safe transportation team would be the first to be unlucky.

The enemy army is menacing and numerous.

Not long after, Yinshi found that he was surrounded heavily.

The corpses of the enemy and companions were scattered in the snow, and the baggage truck was still burning. When the wind and snow subsided, the fire gradually increased, forming a raging fire.

Holding the knife, he retreated calmly, like a hunting beast, and the surrounding enemy troops also approached with his retreating pace.

It was getting late, and the first soldier who couldn't bear to attack had his armor blown off his throat, and the enemies rushed up one after another. Yinshi cut open the belly of this one, cut off the right arm of the other with one knife, and splashed blood on his sleeves. It's all blood.

After beheading seven or eight people, the knife rolled around, and he threw the knife and pulled out the wakizawa from his waist.

The enemy army is a little embarrassed.

Warm blood dripped from the wound on his forehead, and the surrounding snow was scattered with stumps and corpses, broken knives and handles. The white-haired Yaksha stood expressionlessly in the cold wind, his red pupils against the light, Behind is a burning baggage cart.

The unhealed wound burst open, and the pain blurred his vision, as if he didn't notice the bloodstains seeping through the bandages spreading between his chest and abdomen, Yin Shi just stood upright in the snow.

There are many voices in his ears.

Gentle, cheerful, laughing, crying, weak, sad, countless voices are calling the same name.

silver hour.

——Please protect everyone, Gintoki.

——The teacher is counting on you, Gintoki.

... silver hour.

silver hour.

The enemy came at him like neat shadows.

The sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded on the snow-covered mountain road.

The rapid sound of horseshoes swooped down from the mountain road, and the moment they passed the burning baggage cart, the horseshoes soared into the air, and the sea of ​​fire split in two, reflecting red on the mask of the horse attendant and the unsheathed sword.

Dressed in full-bodied horseback riding warriors, they look like undead from the Warring States Period, with long horns on their helmets and a red ghost mask. They hold the reins in one hand and the sword in the other. The curved long blade is as bright as snow.

Before the enemy could react, the figure swooped down on his horse like a thunderbolt. When passing by the enemy's formation, he swung his saber, beheaded several people, and rushed straight to this side.

At the moment when the two of them were about to pass by each other, the warrior on the horse suddenly bent down and stretched out his arms in his direction——

The mind was blank, the fingertips holding the handle of the knife suddenly loosened, and Yinshi raised his hand.

Stretching out his hand to the warrior who was on his way and could cut him off immediately——

Snapped.

His body lightened suddenly, his vision changed suddenly, and he came to the horse when he came back to his senses.

The horse's back was bumping, the flames quickly disappeared behind him, the enemy's unwilling roar was swallowed by the cold wind, the galloping horse's hooves became the only sound left in his ears, and the world suddenly became quiet.

Excessive blood loss, vision blackened, Yinshi could only make out the unfamiliar figure in the bleak wind and snow.

He knew he needed to stay awake, but consciousness was drifting away from him.

In a daze, Yinshi heard a very familiar voice in his memory.

——"Have you heard of the dream of superseding the undead?"

Even if no one in the private school is interested, that voice can always continue talking happily.

The corners of the mouth seemed to be slightly bent, Yinshi unconsciously pressed against the back in front of him, and his consciousness finally fell into the darkness.

"The way to distinguish between the dead and the living in the play is very simple - wearing a mask..."

It is a ghost.

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