[Gintama] Immortal

With the sound of flapping wings, two crows, one big and one small, landed on the branch.

It was early morning, the mountains were filled with mist, and the honey-colored autumn sun slanted down, and the mist melted into the gold sand.

Yae sat on the mat and kept quiet as agreed.

There are poplar branches in the white vase of the shrine, and the texture of the wooden floor has been smoothed and erased by time.Standing at the front of the main hall with a Zen stick in his hand, the dark Naraku crowd was silent, as if separated from the bright autumn scenery outside by another world.

Very, very dull.

I came here with the mood of watching the excitement, but in the end I felt forced to participate in the training camp.

Covering her mouth with her hand, Yae let out a small yawn.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, Oboroya cast her gaze over, she stopped yawning, and obediently put her hands down.

A uniform monk's robe, a uniform Zen staff, and a uniform bamboo hat.

Although it is also good at spying, lurking, and assassinating alone, just like a huge flock of crows, Amaterasu-in Naraku is essentially an assassination organization that acts collectively. Sometimes it is scattered intricately, but it will definitely close up later.

It's a tough day when no one complains.

The meeting was finally over, and Yae was tugging on the rush cushion in all kinds of boredom. When she raised her eyes, she saw that everyone had stopped moving.

Those who were about to leave and those who stayed in the hall stopped their original movements. Those who had already put on their bamboo hats took off their hats, and those who were holding their Zen sticks put down their staffs. A large shadow fell.

She walked under the eaves of the corridor outside the hall, and as expected, she saw Xu Xingguo's figure.

The air is so quiet that a needle can be heard, and the autumn sun seems to be far away.

Having stayed by Xu's side for 500 years and observed the humans around him for 500 years, she is very familiar with this silent and diffuse emotion.

--fear.

No matter how dull a person is, he is unexpectedly sensitive to the premonition of death.

Just like some people feel a little cold before dying, they don’t know it on the surface, but they also perceive the crisis subconsciously.

Humans fear nothingness, just as they fear and resist death.

Naraku's training can turn a person into a killing machine that abandons all emotions and desires, but it will not change the instinct of human beings.

For the existence of emptiness, they both respect and fear.Because of fear, so more and more respect.

Looking around, Yae felt that it was not good to be the only one standing there stupidly, because she seemed stupid.

When she was considering whether to squat down, Xu Xu glanced over.

Wearing a mask and a black cloak, his face was completely covered by his vague outfit, basically only his scarlet eyes were exposed.

With this formal attire, did the Heavenly Daoists come to summon him again?

... The aesthetics of the Heavenly Daoists has always been an unsolved mystery in her opinion.

Why did she sit on a high pillar? Did the Heavenly Daoists suffer from hemorrhoids all the time? This question had troubled her for a long time.

When looking over, Yae only waved his hand slightly in order not to affect others who were seriously saluting.

"Bon Voyage."

Or should she say be careful on the road?

But if the object is false, should she wish others to be careful on the road?

... oops, far away.

Forget it.

……

Xu had something to go out, and Oboro had something to go out too. Naraku had nothing to do in Amaterasu, and the autumn afternoon sun was particularly warm. She lay down on the table and fell asleep on her stomach.

Then had a dream.

— about her rarely dreaming of the beginning.

It was an overly chaotic time, grotesque, dark and colorful, as if the world I met for the first time took everything together.

The hateful is lovable, the pleasing is hateful, the concept of good and evil is still empty, ugliness and beauty are one, and there is no difference between the single and the whole.

There is no form, no sound, no name, as if at a certain point in time, she suddenly began to exist.

It was the first time I saw a storm on the sea. It was a grand, magnificent, and heaven-swallowing spectacle.

The black sky and the sea merged into one, the strong wind set off raging waves from the sea, there was a loud noise, and the white lightning snaked down like a giant snake.

The thunder that exploded tore through the darkness, and the flashes of light meandered away in the dark clouds.

The darkness regained the sovereignty, the lonely fishing boat was bumping on the sea surface, and the huge rain poured in one after another with the sea water, and the heavy rain made people unable to open their eyes.

The faint cry was swept away by the wind and rain, and the flickering lights were doused by the heavy rain.

The turbulent tide rolled backwards, the lone boat was pushed to the top of the waves, and the angry white foam bit the fragile fishing boat in half like an open mouth.

The broken boards sank, the raging waves were still raging, the torrential rain was still howling, and the dark sky was filled with thunder and electricity.

With a bang, a gust of wind blew up on the sea surface, and huge waves several feet high collided together, smashing into pieces.

She stretched out her hand towards the void, wanting to welcome the rainstorm and embrace the hurricane.

The pea-sized raindrops will not fall into her hands, and the white foam from the sea will not splash on her face, but she is standing there, standing in front of the storm, so she opens her hands to the void.

Let the wind rise.Let's go up.

Shout out.Roar.

The torrential rain poured down on her head and face, and she seemed to really be standing in that huge rain curtain.

. . . an incomparable, almost thrilling joy.

Though only initially, she had felt the joy of the miracle of existence itself.

I think everything is short, and the magnificent spectacle is a once in a lifetime.

The concept of time has not yet become long. She opened her eyes wide like a newborn child, unilaterally admiring, and unilaterally longing for the world that stays "at your fingertips".

At that time, she hadn't become "Yae" and didn't know who she was.

She is nothing and everything.

— so pure joy.

……

want to drink.

When I dream of messy things, I especially want to drink.

The benefits of staying in Amaterasu-in Naraku for 500 years are revealed at this time. In this extremely depressed place that lacks entertainment, where can you find wine, you don’t need to go through secret passages, and Yae can touch it with your eyes closed.

——Cultivate killers, naturally you can't cultivate killers who pour one cup at a time.

The sun had not yet set when Xu returned to Amaterasu-in Naraku after leveling the Heavenly Taoists.

Half of the sky is the afterglow of the setting sun, and half is the deep kite blue. The golden light shines through the shadows of the mountains and falls on the wooden corridor.

"You're finally back."

After seeing clearly who Yae was running towards, the two Naraku who were following her showed expressions of seeing the end of the world.

Still holding a porcelain white wine cup in one hand, as if she had been waiting for him for a lifetime, Yae stumbled over, raised her arm and gave him a hug.

"Where did you go, you came back so late, did you have a good time with those old men in Tiandaozhong?"

There was a smoky aroma of wine in the air, Yae's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were as bright as water, filled with a soft light.

She rubbed off her clothes—there was a gasp from behind—and picked up the wine cup in her hand, she suggested to him very sincerely: "Why not? We are good brothers if we do it. Come on, let's have a drink , Those who quit are all grandchildren.”

Before she finished speaking, she laughed herself.

The body was limp and weak, and Yae almost completely leaned on Xu's body to keep from sliding down.As if she had laughed enough, she sighed and muttered illogical words to herself.

"Juliet, Juliet, why are you Juliet?"

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked left and right at Xu, slowly suppressed his smile and became sad.

"Juliet, you're ugly."

"...Where did the wine come from?" Xu raised his eyes, the scarlet eyes behind the mask slightly curved, as if smiling, his eyes were extremely cold.

The two Naraku who were following Yae knelt down.

Yae was still muttering "When did you start wearing black? Did your Leonardo DiCaprio not want you? Oh my god, that scumbag, look I don't lift up My boot kicked his ass hard."①

Those two knelt on the ground extremely stiffly, and for a moment, Xu looked back indifferently.

"Back off."

The two Naraku disappeared immediately.

"There's no point in pretending to be drunk, and if it's some silly little trick, you'd better put it away at once."

Turning a deaf ear to the warning in Xu's voice, Yae hiccupped a little and looked up from his arms.

When she stepped back, she didn't stand firmly, and Yae's body tended to slip down, Xu Xu stretched out her hand to grab her waist.

With a crisp sound, the wine cup in her hand fell out, and shattered into white porcelain pieces scattered on the wooden floor. "Oh, my spiritual pillar." Yae turned around to pick up the pieces.

"You wasted the afternoon on such things?" Xu pushed her back directly, "What are you hiding?"

"...Let me tell you, I had a dream." Yae raised her head, her eyes foggy with alcohol.

"Special——a very heavy storm. The rushing waves hit with a single stroke, but it was so heavy that people couldn't open their eyes due to the pouring rain. The boat sank immediately. I wondered at the time why It won't come up, where are the people on board. I can't think of a reason, so I don't care."

"The heavy rain kept falling, and I kept my head up, standing there watching."

"It's so happy. The storm is such a happy thing." She laughed, leaning on his shoulder and leaning into his arms, as if snuggling in her safe haven when she said these words.

"It was so long ago, so long ago that I can't remember. Well, were you born then?"

Yae frowned slightly.

"... What year were you born?"

"Give up." Xu Leng said coldly.

Hearing this, Yae raised his hand and grabbed his skirt.

"I don't. I'm going to do whatever I want."

"Do you want to die?"

"Shh, don't talk about this kind of thing. Why don't you pretend to be happy?"

"Boring self-deception."

"...you've changed. You're not cute at all."

She stretched out her hand drunkenly, pressed Xu's mask, and looked left and right.

"...How did the little monster turn into a big crow?"

With a sigh, Yae's voice was melancholy: "It's become ugly."

"..." Xu stopped in his tracks, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his scarlet eyes were cold.

"You seem to really want me to kill you."

Yae blinked, unable to keep up with his thinking.

"Hey, don't you want to cut me?"

Laughing lowly, the chill in his voice seemed to seep through the cracks in a person's bones.

"There are more ways to kill you than you can imagine."

Yae raised her face and looked at him almost expectantly.

"Then why not?"

When the sun sets behind the mountain, the falling maple leaves in the atrium are like a red rain, reflecting the hazy light in the afterglow of the day.

The mountains were silent, the time was very quiet, Yae was completely drunk, and leaned limply on Xu.She raised her hand and showed him the atrium:

"Pretty?"

The red maple is scattered, like a canopy and feathers.

The thin leaves are illuminated by the light and shadow, and the venation is fully revealed, like thin blood vessels, falling on the ground to form a crimson lake.

Falsely retracted his sight.

"so what?"

Yae blinked: "Why do you need so?"

She stretched her arms, squinting at the red maple between her fingers, and the magnificent sunset behind the red maple.

"How beautiful. No need for anything so then."

The light of the sky gathers the afterglow, and the slanting setting sun gradually disappears behind the continuous mountains.

Leaning in Xu's arms, Yae lowered his eyes slightly, the expression in his eyes was soft like mist that would dissipate at the touch of a touch, and the emotions behind were covered so that he couldn't see clearly.

She whispered:

"One day, you're going to die too, aren't you?"

No echo.

"...Oh, since you are going to die, I have to hurry up and create some memories—" Yae raised his face, "I just need to create some memories that will make people feel so painful that they are about to die in retrospect."

"Time is a tricky thing." She laughed.

"If the pain is gone, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember you."

Xu looked away, and a voice came from behind the mask: "You seem to think that you can live for a long time."

"I don't know," Yae tilted his head slightly, "I don't know why, I just feel that I can exist for a long time. For a long time—a long time—so long that I don't want to continue to exist."

Yae seemed to hear Xu sneer.

Too.The other party is preparing to destroy the world, and my own words are equivalent to tearing down the other party's platform.

"...I almost forgot, I went for a walk in the mountains today, and I have something for you." She fumbled in the sleeve pocket of her kimono, and finally found a small piece of red maple.

It is the season of falling leaves in the mountains, layers upon layers, it seems to burn gorgeously under the last reflection of the setting sun, lonely and magnificent.

Yae raised his hand and held the red maple leaf in front of Xu.

"Look, it's the same color as your eyes." She laughed in his arms, her cheeks flushed, "isn't it beautiful?"

...beautiful, right?

Not the color of blood, but beautiful, the color of red maple.

The night engulfed the brilliance of the sun, and the misty iris blue seemed to float up from the swamp, and the night in the sky became darker.

The person leaning on his shoulder was asleep, with his white neck exposed sideways, like a defenseless deer.

There is no need to use a knife, as long as you circle it with your hand and twist it slightly, you can immediately cut off the voice in the throat.

Xu Xu raised his hand, his fingertips touched the delicate and soft skin of Yae's neck, warm blood was bubbling in the carotid artery, and in that blood was his own blood.

. . . He gives, and only He can take back.

Xu let go of his hand slightly.

——"The researchers in the experimental area reported to us that you seem to have taken away a precious experimental body privately a few months ago."

The attitude of the Heavenly Daoists was as arrogant as ever, and they sat condescendingly everywhere, forming a half-encircled ring.

The texture of the floor emits light faintly, and the dark environment will cause psychological oppression to people. The Heavenly Daoists hide themselves in the dark, and only the cold and deep voice echoes in the Nuoda space.

——"We didn't give you the right to interfere in the research at the beginning, out of consideration for the interests of both parties, please abide by the agreement and return the experimental subject No. 99 before tomorrow."

Xu quietly listened to the troubles of the heavenly beings, with a cold smile always on his face looking down on all living beings.

"It's been a few months since I brought up this matter. Isn't everyone's research on the blood of the dragon's veins going well?" He raised his eyelids, with a smile on his mouth, and everyone present couldn't help shrinking back, "Return it? Everything I study now is provided by me, so where does the return come from?"

"I once said that for mutual benefit, you can chop up my body and squeeze out the last drop of blood in my body for research. As long as you can find a way to kill me, it doesn't matter."

Xu Xu narrowed his scarlet eyes, and his brows crooked with a smile.

——"But this, no."

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①Leonardo DiCaprio played the role of Romeo in the 1996 "Romeo and Juliet" movie