[Gintama] Immortal

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The stones left pale marks on the wall.

The night was dark and cool, and a small window was opened high in the single cell, and the thin moonlight penetrated in like fog, vaguely outlining the stone bricks on the ground.

After a brief pause, as if he had found his hand, the creaking voice sounded again, stroke after stroke, written with extreme seriousness and patience.

Stopping outside the prison door, I looked at the cold and damp wall, where there were densely written words, all of which were carved out of stone bit by bit.

At first, the other party would use a pen to write on the wall, but after the pen and ink were taken away, he switched to stone carving.

It doesn't matter if there is no paper and pen, or no students, if the little jailer doesn't come today, then write down the content of tomorrow's class in advance.

As if he couldn't forget his teacher's identity, or couldn't forget this identity, that person said he wanted to fight against himself, and his daily actions seemed to be against this wall.

"Muku will never come again." Oboro withdrew his gaze indifferently, "The things you wrote are meaningless."

The sound of creaking and writing on the wall stopped, and Songyang calmly put down the poor stone: "Didn't you come to confiscate my crime tools?"

There was no response from outside the prison door.

"It's really troublesome without a pen and paper."

Looking at the cold stone wall, Songyang continued the topic on his own.

"Isn't there a saying about the decapitation meal? Although it's been a long time since I drank miso soup, as a criminal who is about to go to the execution ground, I still want a pen that can write."

As a death row prisoner who is about to serve his sentence, Songyang's tone is quite brisk, and he seems to be used to this kind of stand-alone situation.

"I promise to use it the last time, I don't know..."

He turned his head, his smiling and gentle expression froze slightly.

Although it was only for a short moment, Oboro did see a change in Songyang's eyes.

The smile disappeared, the green pupils widened slightly, and his incomprehensible emotions flashed across the other party's expression, so close to leaving, when he came back to his senses, the ripples had disappeared, and the fluctuations were nowhere to be found, as if everything It's just an illusion.

"What's the matter?" Songyang asked him with a smile, the impeccable gentle expression on his face.

He loved so much, so much that he was almost mad with pain and gentle expression.

He stood expressionlessly outside the prison door.

The fluctuations exist, but the ripples are deep, and he cannot see them.

...it doesn't matter.

In the current situation, the situation has long been settled. No matter what calculations Songyang has in mind, he cannot escape.

This person will not escape the fate of death.

Will not escape the fate that comes back to him after death.

He said:

"Your time is almost up."

Be more patient.Wait a little longer.

There was a voice whispering in his heart, secretly pulling out the darkest and most humble joy in his heart.

Clenching his fists in a place where Songyang could not see, Oboro continued: "At that time, the heavens will send envoys to imprison the prisoner."

Both of them knew what the "God" in his mouth referred to.

"Heavenly Taoists?" Song Yang blinked.You could see that he was a little absent-minded, Songyang's eyes seemed to drift slightly behind his shoulder, and then quickly moved back.

"What happened to Mr. Ding Ding?"

As the former leader of Tianzhaoyuan Naraku, Songyang is very sensitive to matters related to the Tiandao people and the shogunate.

"Sinners like me can actually invite adults from the Heavenly Dao Congregation to come and serve the sentence." He said with a smile, "It's really surprising."

Duke Dingding suddenly fell ill, and he is still lying unconscious in the city.

The general who was the highest ruler in the shogunate fell, and there was no puppet in the chaotic period, so the Heavenly Daoists had to temporarily take charge of the situation in person - it was naturally impossible to reveal such a thing.

Things have come to this point, no matter what you do, it will not change the situation in front of you.

It's too late.

It's too late to do anything.

Hazy looking into the prison, Songyang was still sitting there - of course he was sitting there - the misty moonlight diffused down, everything in the dark dungeon was cold, but this man was different, from the moment he was thrown into prison From then on, until now when he is about to go to the execution ground, Songyang has always had a gentle and quiet appearance, like a lamb with a drooping neck, and his green eyes are so gentle that it makes the onlookers painful.

...but he is not a bystander, but the executioner who leads the lamb to the slaughterhouse.

Even if you want to regret it, it's too late now.

too late.

Hazy murmured in his heart.

"Nothing to do with you."

He turned around and stopped looking at the people in the prison.

Before leaving, he only left this sentence.

The sound of footsteps went away, the prison became quiet, and the silent moonlight diffused, like a cold fog.

Song Yang smiled towards the empty direction, his green eyes seemed to fall into the waves, and thousands of words finally turned into one sentence:

"You really came back."

If it weren't for the lack of entity, Yae would really like to grab this person's face now.

"You still dare to laugh." She felt itchy, "It's come to this point, you still have the nerve to laugh??"

"What Amaterasu-in Naraku No.12 Daime, now you are going to lose your head, I think you are a fake."

Yae walked in circles in the cell, and Songyang sat there, smiling and watching her walking around.

"You still laugh, why are you laughing, be serious!"

Songyang suppressed his smile, his expression became a little serious, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly curved.

Yae: "..."

She walked up to Songyang and held his face with her hands.

"Is it really that funny?"

With his face slightly raised, Songyang looked at her quietly for a moment, and his green eyes softened slightly.

"Well, because you're back."

Startled, Yae came back to his senses, let go of his hand slightly and took a step back.

"...Because I was more worried about Yinshi's situation, I took a little longer, sorry."

"I know." Songyang nodded slightly, "I am more worried about everyone than myself. You understand this, don't you? Even if the first thing you do after you come back is to find me, my request is probably the same. the same."

——Please protect the students of Matsushita Village School.

After a moment of silence, Yae suddenly said, "If you really want to protect your students, you have to save yourself."

After a slight pause, she lowered her voice:

"What's the matter?"

With the strength of Songyang and the strength of the twelfth generation of Naraku of Amaterasu Institute, what he once said, "If you point the knife at my students, even the country will be overthrown for you." This sentence is not a joke.Now this cage, he can get out of it - directly out.

He didn't have to wait until the students in the private school revolted, and he didn't have to wait until so many people died on the battlefield. He should be able to return to the students long before all this happened, long before the matter developed to the point of no return.

But if it's not pressure from the outside world, but an internal problem...

Yae looked at Songyang, and after a while, he said in a very soft voice:

"Is your time up?"

"Yae," Songyang called her, still with that gentle expression, but the determination in his eyes was like an unbending blade. "if……"

"Wait a minute." Yae interrupted him.

"Yes, I agree to your request." She maintained a calm expression, and her voice did not tremble.Not at all.

"But before that," if there is an entity, her heart must be beating like thunder at this moment, "please promise me one thing."

It's great to breathe without a heartbeat. As long as her eyes don't move and her voice keeps steady, she won't be exposed.

"agreed.'"

She wants his permission.

"Songyang, just say 'yes', and I will promise you anything in the future."

She knew he would do it because he trusted her, because he wanted her to agree to things that were hard for her to accept, because he couldn't guess what she wanted to do.

Not even she herself knew what she was going to do just a few minutes before.

She knew she wasn't crazy.On the contrary, she was downright cool.She's almost never been this calm.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Songyang looked at her softly and said:

--"it is good."

The switching of the world was so abrupt, the ground seemed to be pulled away from under his feet suddenly, and Yae staggered forward suddenly.

She braced herself against the ground.

It is not cold and cracked stone bricks, but barren, barren land.

What should be called the sky is vague and opaque, like dried ink, and also like clots of clotted blood, monotonous and depressing tones, like everything in this world.

really weird.The sky was dark, but she could see the wasteland, and she could also see her hands on the ground.

Yae stood up.

She didn't stand up.

More precisely, she was scooped up.

Pick it up and run.

"...wait...not..."

"You shouldn't have come."

She was very familiar with that cold and deep voice, but now it was tinged with a strange rush, as if it was hurting and panting slightly.

The pitch-black crow mask covered the exact same face as Matsuyo's, and the strong smell of blood came to his nostrils. Yae was stunned for a moment, and recognized who the other party was.

In this conscious world, except for Songyang, everyone's name is Xu.

I haven't seen him for hundreds of years, and the person who is drenched in blood as if he has just experienced a fierce battle is the leader of the sixth generation of Amaterasu-in Naraku.

... fierce battle?

Yae's mind went blank for a moment.

Dark red blood seeped through the black robe, and she tried hard to break free the arm stuck around her waist, but the strength of the two people was not at the same level at all, she scratched like a cat for a moment, and finally gave up.

The scarlet eyes moved down slightly and landed on her.

"You have to get out."

The stab wounds running through her body were deep enough to see the bones, but "Xu" didn't seem to feel pain, except for her unsteady breathing, her icy expression of not being moved by anything was exactly the same as in her memory.

"So are you going to throw me out? Are you running up? Although I have complained about you many times before, can't I apologize?"

A strong uneasiness welled up in his heart, and in Yae's impression, Xu would not escape.

But he's doing it now.

The first generation is cold and violent and only likes to kill, the second generation is reticent, and the third generation is an ascetic who avoids the world. As for the sixth generation... the sixth generation likes Buddhist principles, and only Buddhist principles.

When there was no mission to kill, he would read those obscure scriptures every day, and could sit for a whole day without moving. She tried every means to find a sense of presence in front of him. He ignored her, and she just talked to herself , one person makes up a whole paragraph of dialogue.

He pretended not to listen—he always pretended not to listen—but she knew he had.

Things that have happened for hundreds of years now seem to have happened yesterday.

Yae saw the scarlet pupils shrinking suddenly, a spine-tingling killing intent suddenly flashed, and "Xu" suddenly stopped in his tracks.

No counterattack was drawn.

After a moment of silence, a large amount of blood spewed out, and someone slashed "Xu"'s back, from the back of the neck to the lumbar spine.

Being bent over by the other party in his arms, with his head pressed against the other party's chest, Yae didn't see anything, his eardrums rumbled, it was obviously dead silent, but there seemed to be a sound.

——"Master Xu who will not turn into dust soon, may I plant a flower in your room."

--"……what ever."

The other party's blood dripped on her face.

warm.

Yae raised his face, and the crow mask on Xu's face fell off, revealing familiar eyebrows and eyes.

Blood foam kept overflowing, light-colored long hair slipped from his shoulders, and the other party lowered his eyes slightly. When he was on the verge of death, his scarlet eyes were still cold, and his voice was also indifferent:

"You shouldn't have come."

Hurry up.

The breathless body turned upside down, and Yae hurriedly reached out to support her.

"...Xu?" She called him in a low voice.

no respond.

There will be no response.

She hugged "Xu"'s neck, supporting his heavy head, the split nape of the neck was full of blood, and the soft light-colored long hair was dyed red, oozing from between her tightly squeezed fingers, along the small The arm drips from the elbow.

tick.

Blood drops of the same color fell to the ground along the hanging blade.

"Oh? This is such an interesting scene."

The man in black kimono narrowed his blood-colored eyes, and slightly pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a warm smile.

"Are you feeling sad for this 'I', Yae. "

After the consciousness dies, the world begins to erase the existence of this personality.Starting from the fingers, the opponent's body turned into black sand little by little, and was blown by the wind, and it was completely scattered, even the blood on the ground was gone, as if that person had never existed.

It was as if the person who had been with her for decades had never existed.

Yae sat there motionless, and after a while, he opened his mouth in a low voice:

"……What are you doing."

She raised her head and looked at the master of this conscious world:

"what are you going to do?"

"Are you angry?" Xu looked at her, as if her reaction was worth pondering.

"I'm just giving another 'me' the end he's been craving.It's you..." He raised the tip of the knife slightly, and gently pressed it against her chin, "What the hell are you, and why did you appear here? "

Yae twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Guess it?"

"...It doesn't matter." Xu moved the tip of the knife away, his expression became indifferent again. "If you want to watch, then just watch."

He walked forward, the blade was hanging obliquely by his side, the blood on it had disappeared.

"The end of all 'I's. "

Yae got up suddenly, but before he could catch up, his knees suddenly softened, as if he was pressed down to the ground by an invisible weight.

As the master of this spiritual world, Xu's will is the gravity that binds everything.

Her fingers dug into the ground so deeply that she couldn't even make a sound, and could only watch helplessly as the barren land was stained with blood and lost its color.

One of the "Xu" fell down closer to her, and the cold red pupils were still facing her direction as they gradually dimmed. Yae tried to reach out, but the fingertips hadn't caught the corner of the opponent's clothes. also scattered.

It's all gone.

People she knew, people she didn't know, people with the same face, even the corpses disappeared without a long stay.

Not anymore, not here anymore.

The people who have accompanied her in the past 500 years are gone.

There is only one person left.

Xu walked up with the knife in hand.

Kneeling on the ground with his hands bound, Songyang looked at the black and distorted sky, his back always straight.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned his head, his green eyes were calm, without resentment or fear, he just stared at Xu who was about to cut off his head.

……no.

Yae trembled.

She still couldn't make a sound, the whole world was on her back, she couldn't move, she could only listen to the voice in her heart and weep continuously.

No no no no no no no no.

—— "Let's run and realize your dreams together."

His mind was blank, and countless memories were shattered before his eyes.

like snowflakes.

The sea under the moonlight, the cherry blossoms in the garden, the river full of summer flowers, the maple forest burning like fire, and the thick snow that drowned the mountains.

In all the memories, there is the same figure, the same gentle voice.

Then came the dark night, and that warm embrace.

——"Songyang?"

--"I am here."

--"Thanks."

——"Thank you for being Songyang."

Falsely raised the knife.

"Farewell, another 'me'. "

The brain buzzed.

Don't know anything.

As if there was a sound of the prison being shattered from somewhere, the next moment, Yae suddenly got up from the ground.

It seems that running is not the right word to describe it, but how it got there, what the body did——she couldn't remember.

The world seemed to be blurred at that moment, and then it was extremely clear like washing with water.

The light of the knife that cut the iron like mud suddenly came, she didn't even think about it, and rushed in front of Songyang.

Dark sky, barren land.

There are bad enough views.

The field of vision was blank for a moment, and she seemed to see the scarlet pupils shrink suddenly in a trance, and two people sounded in her ears—no, it was the same voice:

"...---!!!!!!"

What did you shout?

Didn't hear clearly.

The moment before the irretrievable blade cut her neck, she heard her brain make a calm judgment:

……will die.

With a click, like the sound of a mirror shattering, the world suddenly went dark.