[Gintama] Immortal

Ordinary people cut their fingers with a knife, and they can recover in about a week.

The first time Yae was cut to the finger was when Song Yang was wandering around with Yin Shi.

Holding her bleeding hand, she was standing by the sink in a daze. Songyang wanted to come over and press her wound, but he seemed afraid that he would not be able to use enough force, so she and Songyang stood there with wide-eyed eyes. Staring at Xiaoyan, it was Yinshi who broke in and stopped Songyang from tearing the sleeve in time.

"...Why is Ah Yin the only one with common sense at this time."

Whispering softly, Yinshi looked disgusted, took a bandage to wrap her fingers, and wrapped them several times worriedly.

Songyang watched and studied from the sidelines. When Yinshi finished bandaging, he praised him with crooked eyebrows. During the rest of the journey, Yinshi kept his head down, his big bamboo hat pressed down, and his cheeks were reddened to the base of his ears. .

……

...Why do I suddenly think of the past?

Open your fingers and hold them in front of your eyes, the sunlight streaming in through the panes, Yae narrowed your eyes slightly, the slit cut by the knife on the left finger slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end only the slit that was not dry was left. of blood.

Ordinary people cut their fingers with a knife, and the wound will never heal so quickly.

It's all because someone blindly poured so much blood into her. If this body received very little blood at first, it could barely stand close to ordinary people, but now it is clearly out of the scope of human beings, and it is going on the path of perversion. no more.

……angry.

very angry.

Although I recently got permission to touch a kitchen knife to cook, I am still very angry.

Picking up the chopsticks, Yae beat the eggs angrily, poured the juice and light soy sauce angrily, sprinkled salt angrily, poured the egg liquid into the mold angrily, put the mold into the steamer, and finally put the lid on the pot Once covered, continue to cut ginger angrily.

There was a constant clicking sound, and white smoke came out of the steamer.

Yae turned off the fire, put the steamed yuzi tofu into a small bowl, seasoned the shredded ginger with sweet vinegar, sprinkled it on the white rice, scooped out a bowl of miso juice, and poured it all on the lacquered wooden square plate Put it on and it's done.

"Here, take it."

Without even bothering to raise his eyelids, Yae signaled to Bingdingjun who was waiting at the side: "Take it to the room of the previous leader of your family."

Bing Dingjun's face, which was as stagnant as water, became turbulent.

He looked at Yae without moving, with a "don't hurt me" expression on his face.

"It's not for you to assassinate him, what are you afraid of?"

The cloth that bound the sleeves of the kimono was a little loose, so Yae untied it, held one end of the cloth in her mouth, and tied it tightly again.

"Then if you're afraid of entering that room, just leave your things at the door."

She dealt with it vaguely, and then turned her attention back to the cooking—this time it was boiled beans with sugar.

Angrily pods.

Bing Dingjun looked down at the dishes on the square plate, moved his lips, and spoke in a very low voice:

"Excuse me..."

"Please don't talk to me for now, I'm staying angry." Yae peeled off the green beans and put them in a bowl.

Her new record must not be broken so easily.

There was no movement from behind for a while, and when someone spoke again, it was as clear and cold as a frozen fog flower.

"Is this sweet?"

Yae turned her head, Bing Dingjun's figure disappeared at some point, and Mu stood beside her, poking the green beans in the porcelain bowl with thin white fingers.

She lowered her eyes expressionlessly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow like a crow's feather on her face, like a delicate and lifeless doll.

Behind Yae, a hundred flowers bloomed in an instant.

"...I'll add the sugar juice later." Putting down the pod, Yae covered his heart, and after a while, raised his head and smiled at Mukuo.

"Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."

"Do you want to eat biscuits? If you are bored waiting, you can eat biscuits first."

After a moment of silence, Mukuro shook his head.

"Need not."

...and turned down the dessert.

While peeling the pods, Yae couldn't help but take another look at Mukuro.

She would never take the initiative to ask for it, but as long as the little girl gets the snack, it is impossible to snatch it away unless she has a severed finger.

The seemingly quiet and harmless little girl is fierce in protecting sweets.

Standing quietly and watching her cook, Mukuro is like the killers in this organization most of the time, he will not speak unless necessary, but once he speaks, it is very concise, as if language is also used as a usable blade.

"...What happened to that person?" Mukuro watched intently as she peeled the pods.

"What happened to who?"

"The one who likes to say 'yet'."

"You mean Kobayashi Yicha?"

Mukuro nodded.

"Well, he," Yae hesitated, and decided to tell the truth.

"He married a wife when he was in his 50s, and his four children died one after another, and his wife also died of dystocia. Later, he married another wife, but the marriage was not happy, and they separated within a few months. Three wives, he finally became the first one to leave, and he seemed to be 67 years old when he died."

After peeling the pods, the beans are sprinkled with salt and boiled in hot water until soft, then removed and rinsed with cold water.

"Everyone says that this person is really pitiful. He was born in an unfortunate family and lived a life of ups and downs. He obviously likes children so much, but he didn't have any children of his own when he was alive. He seems to be quite a lonely person."

Mukuro lowered his eyes: "Wife and daughter are both dead, so it's very pitiful?"

"Well, speaking of it..." Yae wiped his hands on the cloth, "Shortly after his death, his third wife seemed to have given birth to a daughter for him."

The children in Naraku of Tenshoin cannot be called children, and Yae still subconsciously leads the ending of the story in a good direction.

"Although he is gone, his only daughter survived. As a father, I guess there is nothing more gratifying than this."

Yae poured the pre-cooked sugar juice into the bowl of green beans.

"Why do you suddenly want to ask this?"

"...It's nothing," Mukuro said without any ups and downs, "I just met a strange person."

"Strange person?" Yazhong picked up the chopsticks, intending to pick one up and taste it.

Muku: "An old man with a long face."

"Clap" sound.

Yae broke the chopsticks in his hand.

After a long while, she put down the pair of broken chopsticks and looked far out of the window.

"Ah...that's it."

Under Mukuro's gaze, Yae turned her head, her eyes curled up with a smile.

"Suddenly remembered that I still have something to do. I put the candied beans here first. You can eat whatever you want."

Oboro returned to Tianzhaoyuan Naraku, saw him back, and Naraku's expression looked a bit wrong when he met him.

For the Naraku people who have been expressionless all the year round, that wrong expression is especially hesitant to talk about it.

... There is only one person who will be mixed in the stagnant pool of Naraku, Tianzhaoyuan.

Oboro didn't show the slightest surprise when he saw Yae standing by the window.

Seemingly having been waiting for him for a long time, Yae went straight to the point:

"Who is the uncle with the long face?"

She squinted her eyes and smiled warmly, her voice almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Isaburo Sasaki."

Hazy raised his eyelids: "How far do you want to find out?"

Leaning against the window with arms folded, Yae blinked: "How far can we find out?"

Just like crows eating rot, Naraku's nature is similar, doing the most shameful things for those in power.

During the political purge period, he was thrown into the position of leader. The troublesome mess and the darkest activities were all dealt with indiscriminately.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot from the very beginning.

Taking off the gauntlet, Oboro moved his wrist, and replied blankly: "It depends on how far you want to investigate."

With Amaterasuin Naraku's means and intelligence network, as long as she wants to know, she can find out at what age Isaburo Sasaki still wets the bed.

It doesn't seem very good to check people's family background so casually.

After thinking for a moment, Yae decided to throw the blame on Xu's head.

The influence of this person is too bad, if he plays political struggles, he can kill the Heavenly Daoists, but if he stays by his side for a long time, it will be more or less... a bit crooked.

With a light cough, Yae said solemnly: "If I remember correctly, Sasaki is that famous Sasaki?"

Hazy nodded slightly.

"Oh, the history is quite long." Yae paused slightly.

"Then let's check the three generations of ancestors first. Also, we need to get the records of his personal visits and departures."

He picked up a stack of files on the desk and handed them to her directly.

Yae took it and flipped it over.

"...Huh, already there?"

She raised her head for a glance, then lowered her head and glanced at the file.

"Wow, my heart is so dark. I'm impressed with you."

Saying that, Yae smiled and slowly closed the file.

"How is this going?"

Amaterasu-in Naraku does things by chance.

He didn't answer her words directly, but glanced at her lightly, and said concisely:

"Burn it after reading it."

——Don't wade in this muddy water.

"……I know."

Yae put the file away and looked away casually.

"Even if I want to do something, I can't do it. Please rest assured about that."

—that's what she said at the time.

The moon was particularly round on the night of April [-]th.

Fireflies flutter in the bushes, like faint bands of light flashing across the darkness.The full moon has not yet risen to the sky, looming behind the shadows of the trees, Yae sits under the eaves and watches the moon, before the moon comes out, a figure slowly walks out from the depths of the courtyard.

It's a skeleton.

She was wearing a kimono with a maple leaf pattern, just like when she was on a mission to kill people, she was wearing an ordinary kimono like an ordinary child, and the knife used to kill was hidden in the flower belt on the back.

"……What's wrong?"

Skeletons rarely appear after dark.Killers are always used to operating at night, and the darkness is like their protective color.

"Want to watch the moon together?"

Yae laughed.

The moon is very round tonight, she deliberately turned off the lights, only the light of the fireflies flickered in the darkness.

She knew Mukuro didn't come to see the moon.

"You once asked me," Muku stood on the white stone ground in front of her, his dark red eyes hidden in the shadow of the night.

— Do you like coming here?

Come and sit down when you have time.

"...What I like, I don't know," she looked around, this small corner of the academy, "but here you can eat snacks, learn haiku, and take a lazy nap. Things that are not allowed will be allowed , You can secretly do what you can’t do.”

Not black, not white.

"In this organization, where you are is gray."

"So there is no order to monitor, and I will come."

Muku raised his head, and it was always the first time that there were slight waves in Gu Jing's eyes.

"Man is a free creature, is it true?"

Yae stretched out his hand, the opponent's hand was soft and cold, there were rough calluses between the fingers that often hold knives, but it was still a girl's, soft hand.

She took Muku's hand into her palm and held it gently.

"Which color do you like?"

"I don't have a favorite color."

"Then go find it."

Holding Muku's hand, Yae smiled slightly at her: "Although I don't know what you are going to do, but if you want to do it, just let it go."

When the other party came towards her from the depths of the courtyard, she might have known it.

The kid came to say goodbye.

Walking from the darkness to the rising moonlight at this time, Mukui may not have realized it, but when she came back to her senses, she was already here.

"Go."

Yae slowly let go of Mukuro's hand.

The little figure retreated into the darkness, and looked back at her one last time as it turned away.

There was no one in the courtyard, and Yae sat alone under the eaves of the porch, watching the moon peeking out from behind the treetops and rising high into the night sky.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, like a layer of white snow.

Not knowing how long this calm could last, she just looked up at the night sky.

——The moon was very round that night.

……

The Narakus were summoned in the middle of the night.

Candles were lit up in rows, and black shadows flashed across the wall, like ghosts and monsters rushing to walk in the night.

Putting on the haori, Yae walked out of the room, and when he looked up, he saw the flames forming a line on the plank road in the night.Naraku, who was wearing a black monk's robe, held a torch and lined up towards the ancient hall. The perennially closed door was open, revealing the deep inner hall.

After more than ten years, the last time the inquiry meeting of Amaterasu-in Naraku was convened, it was when the twelfth generation betrayed the organization.

Turning around, Yae saw Oboro who was supposed to be in the hall.

Unlike the mountain, there are no candles lit in this corner of the academy.The moon was setting in the west, and the brilliance was swallowed by the dark mountains. He stood silently in the shadows, wearing a rosary around his neck, holding a Zen staff in his hand, and the costume of the leader of Naraku was majestic and ruthless.

He specially went down the mountain to find her, and only said a word to her.

"Skull betrayed the organization."

Naraku, who betrayed the organization, has only one fate in the past 500 years.

... She really remembered the uncle with a long face.

Yae: "I see."

In this case, she can only go to one person.

Where will that person be now, thanks to the rules and regulations of Amaterasu Institute Naraku, there are clear rules on how and when the supreme person in power in the organization will appear.

Slender and tall candlesticks are placed on both sides of the shrine, and the dim yellow light flickers illusoryly, reflecting the black figure in the bronze mirror.

The main hall outside was quiet, the heavy door had already been closed, and the dark Naraku crowd was silent, like a flock of crows hovering in the air and pounced on the corpse on the battlefield.

Xu picked up the black mask and put it on his face. Just as he turned around, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Wait a moment."

Yae raised her head: "Please don't kill her."

Holding the corner of Xu's robe tightly, she looked at him without blinking, and repeated again: "Please save that child's life."

In the dim environment, only the candles on both sides of the shrine burned quietly.

After looking at her for a moment, the red eyes behind the crow mask narrowed slightly: "What's the reason?"

"For your plan, she is just an insignificant ant. She can't even be called an abandoned child. It doesn't matter whether you kill her or not."

With a chuckle, the look in Xu Xu's eyes was thin and cold, like a sharpened blade: "Since it's an ant, so what if you kill it."

"That being said, it's fine even as a sideshow." Yae took a deep breath, "Aren't you interested in how the man named Sasaki will take revenge on the world after losing his wife and daughter? Amaterasu In the past 500 years, there are only a handful of traitors that have been produced by Yuan Naraku, and the world is going to be destroyed anyway, so take this as a little afterthought before the end."

After a moment of silence, he withdrew his gaze from her.

"...I've seen enough of the tragedy of human boredom."

Pulling his sleeves and walking towards the main hall, Yae had no choice but to let go, and took another step forward——

Snapped.grabbed his wrist.

"and many more."

"..." Xu turned his head, narrowed his red eyes, and said in a cold voice, "You have nothing to trade, Yae."

Holding his hand, Yae was silent for a moment, lowering her eyes.

"From the start, it wasn't a deal."

she said quietly.

Unlike Xu, she doesn't have her own organization or influence.

There is no intricate network of relationships, there is no dead man who can give up his life for himself with a single order, and it is useless to know many people, because the other party does not even know her existence.

No matter how long it has existed, looking around, there is nothing in this world that belongs to her.

With a sigh, Yae raised his head:

"This is my personal request."

In this world, there is no root for her.

Even if you establish a bond with someone, the time you spend together is only a few decades.

It's like fishing for the moon in the water and having fun in the sky. After the other party left, she was alone again, and it has always been like this.

"I've always been, I can only beg you, can't I?"

Yae looked at Xu.

Holding his hand tightly, she repeated softly:

"Please, please don't kill her."

please.

All I can ask is you.

...In the end, I have always only had you.