[Gintama] Immortal

Recalling the events of 500 years ago, there is always a dreamlike texture.

The rustling white fills the field of vision, looking up to the sky, there are layers of dark clouds, and snowflakes are constantly falling in the gaps.

Yae saw that figure standing on the edge of the cliff, wearing a rough black kimono, holding a sword in one hand, motionless like a cold stone statue.

At the time of the Guanying Rebellion, a civil war broke out in the Muromachi Shogunate.

The ranks of the rebel army passed through the wilderness silently. On the vast white plain, the only sound was the whistling of guns, halberds and banners by the wind.

The team marched through the wind and snow across the unsheltered plain, and when they entered the valley, they looked up and saw a black figure standing on the edge of the cliff.

The crow's mask covered his face, his scarlet eyes were like dark dry wells, the figure bowed his head slightly, his light-colored long hair slipped from his shoulders, his cold eyes swept across the army, and locked on to the man in the black hat. generals.

Amaterasu-in Naraku had just been established, and there was only one person in the organization at that time, and the imperial court under the orders of the Muromachi shogunate sent only that person to test the sword against the rebel army.

A bone-biting chill rushed up the spine, and the soldiers under the command of the rebel leader Naoyoshi Ashikaga drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another.

The corner of Bao Liang's mouth hooked slightly, and under the gaze of the whole army, the figure standing on the edge of the cliff bent slightly and fell down.

"Let the arrows—!!"

The long arrows whizzed away one after another, and the figure falling from the sky like a bird did not dodge or dodge, allowing the sharp arrows to pierce the shoulder and abdomen, and suddenly raised his hand and drew his knife.

With a flicker of sharp knife light, the general who straddled his horse raised his face, and the figure of the assailant was reflected in his pupils like the shadow of death.

A cold blade emerged from behind through the man's warm throat.Holding the handle of the knife, Xu fell to the ground from the air, dragged the general's body off the horse, and with a slash of the knife tip, cut it from the throat to the chest, picking out the bleeding heart that was still beating.

The rustling snow kept falling, and the terrified screams kept coming and going. The young man in a thin kimono rushed into the enemy's line fiercely like a wild beast, tearing the prey's throat with his regenerated arm, and cutting off the enemy's head with a broken blade.

The long spear suddenly came, and the young man jumped into the air stepping on the corpse, turned over, and drew his knife to slash at the straddling figure.

"You...you monster!!"

The crooked corpse fell from the horse's back, and the black figure stood on the horse holding a long knife dripping with blood.

There was a piercing howl in the wind, he turned his head slightly, and the arrow pierced his forehead, and the slender bloodshot healed quickly without leaving a trace.

The scarlet eyes turned to the archery soldier, the corners of his mouth curled up, his expression was half a smile, his eyes were dead silent.

Snow is still falling.

The vast white fell into the valley, covered the scattered corpses, and closed the eyes of the dead.

Bury all the tragic howls and still warm blood.

The monsters who were slaughtered by humans slaughtered wantonly in the human army, as if they were looking for something, they bloodyly dug open the enemy's chest.

not here.

not here.

Not there either.

Throwing aside the knife, Xu stretched out his hand through the chest of the last survivor.

Warm blood splashed all over his face, and the human body temperature remained on his arms. He withdrew his hand and fell down with his bloody body exposed, making an insignificant muffled sound.

...too weak.

too weak.

The creature that had killed him countless times, tortured and imprisoned him countless times was actually such a weak thing.

Unforgivable.

Piercing him, burning him, cutting him apart, digging out his eyeballs and burying them in the ground, killing and torturing the creature over and over again—it turned out to be so humble, weaker and smaller than the ants on the ground.

Ridiculously weak.Weak enough to be hated.

——What once trapped him turned out to be such an unbearable thing.

Yae watched the black figure raise his blood-stained face, his mouth was slightly open as if he was about to smile, but his eyes were empty, and he could not see the bottom of the darkness trapped in it.

After a while, Xu Xu retracted his gaze, raised his arm and chopped off the head of the rebel general.

"...If you have cloth, it's better to wrap it in a bag."

The barren wilderness is extremely quiet, only snowflakes are constantly falling from the sky.

The first generation of Amaterasu-in Naraku lifted up the head, without wiping off the dirty blood, and left with the head for work.

"..."

She glanced at the miserable head, and met the eyes of the cloudy and bloodshot eyes, and could already imagine the court's complaints.

Generally speaking, things like the head are put in a wooden barrel and handed over. If it is not good enough, it can be wrapped with a cloth.

"Hey, at least wipe the blood off your face."

A conversation like this had to be repeated at least a dozen times before the other party looked at her.

Yae followed Xu's figure.Not only the mask given by the court, but also the corners of his eyes and brows were splattered with blood, making him look like a man-eating ghost.

"Aren't you uncomfortable with the sticky face?"

"..."

"Isn't it uncomfortable? Or do you like the feeling of something sticking to your face? Hey, do you like this sticky feeling?"

Anyway, he would not be cut by the sword, Yae turned around beside Xu, leaned forward and stared at him for a while, and suddenly said seriously:

"Your hair is growing again."

"...you are noisy."

Excluded from human society for a long time, "monsters" are now allowed to exist in the shadows, and there are still no one around who intends to teach the customs and rules that have a foothold in human society.

It's like raising livestock, the court gives him a place to live, clothes and food, and when there is no task, it is discarded.

Measured by other personalities, the Xu of the first generation is also extremely difficult to get along with.In addition to killing, his daily activities are nothing but killing.

Actions purely for revenge on humans.

A gust of cold wind blew up on the snow-colored plain, and the rough black kimono became tattered in the previous battle, revealing the gunshot wound and arrow wound that healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wait a minute." The scarlet pupils moved over, Yae turned and ran towards the valley.

She randomly picked up a corpse and attached it, groping in the surrounding corpses for a while, found a cloth that was still in good condition, took it off and carried it in her hand, and turned back along the original road.

Back on the plain where the snow was blowing, Yae found that black figure was still standing there.

With a sigh of relief, she shook off the cloth in her hand and wrapped it around the other person.

She has never experienced the feeling of freezing, but based on her experience of observing human beings for so many years, a temperature that is too high or too low will become a fatal factor.

Even if the frozen body can be revived, it will be uncomfortable.

Realizing that the other party may not care about whether the body is rotten or not, Yae raised his eyes and met the scarlet eyes.

... When we met for the first time, the dim yellow sunset slanted down from the treetops, that thin figure looked at her, with nothing but bewilderment in the red eyes, as if he didn't know why he was hated by others, and he didn't know why. I don't understand why I open my eyes and return to this world that rejects me after dying over and over again.

The little boy shrank in the shadows, and when he was tortured until he looked over with numb eyes, he seemed to be asking her a silent question:

...Am I a monster?

Is it because I'm a "monster"?

The young man with blood splattered on his face looked at her expressionlessly.

What was reflected in the scarlet pupils was a frozen corpse with a blue complexion.

Startled, Yae came back to his senses, and looked away: "...How about I add another layer for you?" Sure enough, just wearing one is not enough.

Hearing this, he turned around and left.

Leaving the corpse behind, Yae followed.

The snow seems to be a little lighter, and there are no people in the vast plains.She followed that person, sometimes deliberately walking faster and waiting for him in front, sometimes deliberately slowing down, and then chasing after him in one breath.

The snowflakes falling from the sky turned into the noisy drizzle in midsummer, and the cherry blossoms falling on the bamboo hats gradually became the red maple in late autumn.

The time of the world is passing by, and the colors of the four seasons change and change.

The white bones are returned to the loess, new shoots are born again from the rotten wood, everything around is constantly reincarnated, and the cycle of life repeats itself.

The Muromachi shogunate fell, and wars broke out again.

The fire at the Honnoji Temple burned the night sky red, and the smoke from the war on the Kanto Plain billowed up.

The hustle and bustle of the war drum and conch dissipated, Tokugawa established the shogunate in Edo, order returned to the world again, and it was peace that lasted for more than a hundred years.

One day, she was sitting by the window as usual, the sun was shining outside, the sky was high and the clouds were far away, like an untouchable dream.

The No.12 Daime of Amaterasu-in Naraku looked at the book quietly, and suddenly said something casually:

"Have you thought about leaving here?"

……

People before would not have used the word love.

Those feelings that cannot be contained in words are entrusted to the scenery of the four seasons in waka, endowed with separate and converging rivers, cherry blossoms blooming alone that no one appreciates, thunder in the sky and dry cicadas in summer nights.

Her heart had never been dug out.

Maybe she didn't have such a thing as a heart.

But her heart hurts.

——"You've been playing the human game for too long."

Snowflakes fell quietly in the forest, time returned to reality, Xu was silent for a long time, and smiled softly.

"Even this weak feeling has been learned."

As the cold snow flakes brushed against his cheeks, Yae blinked and looked up at him.

"Does your heart hurt?"

"When you are not pierced and torn, you are here—" She raised her hand and touched his heart lightly.

"Will it hurt?"

……

I will.

Lowering his eyes, Yae smiled helplessly.

"While looking at you, I will."

"It's going to hurt here."

It hurts me to see you who are rejected by the world, who hate humans but yearn for them, who look down on all beings but are left out of time and are always alone.

Why does it hurt?Why does it hurt to look at you?

I obviously don't have such a thing as a heart.

"...You must not understand, right?"

After a pause, Yazhong played softly.

"To be honest, I don't understand myself."

But the thing in my heart that is about to overflow, if I have to choose a word from the human vocabulary to describe it——

Probably "love".

"... Oh? This is interesting." Xu lowered his eyes, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was staring at the depths of his body.

He slowly showed a cold smile: "The flesh and blood of this body is aching."

"Would you like to talk about it again?" The red eyes bent, pretending to invite, but the movements of the hands seemed to dig out the restless parts.

"Someone seems to be overjoyed to hear what you say."

——Yoshida Matsuyo will not appear again.

…Not appearing again and being dead are two different things.

It's always been two different things.

With a cold smile on his face, Xu single-handedly grasped the left chest of the body, his brows and eyes that seemed to be smiling were deeply shadowed, as if he really wanted to take out the heart that was hindering the beating in his chest cavity.

Startled, Yae took a step forward——

"grown ups."

Another person's voice sounded in the woods, and Nai Luo, who came to interrogate him, knelt on one knee in the snow, bowing his head deeply.

When he spoke, he had returned to his calm indifference, and let go of his hands.

"Speak straight."

Without missing the fleeting killing intent of Sen Leng in Xu's voice, that Naraku was silent for a moment, and replied in a low voice:

"It's the heavenly people."

The author has something to say:

Fanwai thought about writing the daily life of these 500 years [not

At the beginning, in order to quickly write about Songyang’s appearance, I deleted a lot of _(:з」∠)_

……

But I don't regret it.