[Gintama] Immortal

The huge sunset was burning in the sky, and the red burning clouds were framed on the horizon, as if the earth was on fire, and the flowing clouds rushed towards the sky.

The majestic red is intertwined and smudged in the kite-blue sky, the heroic scene is scorching hot, he is reluctant to close his eyes, even if he will be burned by the color, even if he is stabbed by the rays of the setting sun and wants to shed tears, he still can't bear it. Dare to blink.

A wind blew up on the distant horizon, and ripples appeared in the endless fields.

The students of the private school were chasing and fighting on the ridge of the field, and the figure walked unhurriedly behind. The light-colored feathers were dyed with the gold of the setting sun. All the beautiful scenes in this world seem to be condensed in his pupils.

...What's the matter, Jinsuke?

His vision changed, and he realized that he was holding the light-colored feather.

With the strength that seemed to crush the cloth, he tightly grasped the illusory existence in his hands.

... Are you feeling unwell?

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His throat was choked by silence, and there seemed to be black water overflowing from his chest. He moved his lips, and he could only silently say the words that were entangled with nightmares day and night.

……teacher.

……

Teacher.

The figure in memory squatted down in front of his eyes, level with his once young self.

—Did you get sand in your eyes?

The magnificent sunset is burning in the background, and the clouds seem to be falling like fire, which is scalding in the eyes.

He couldn't bear to blink.

I can't bear to give up for a second.

——What's the matter, Jinsuke?

The figure raised his hand, and the pad of his thumb lightly touched his soft, slightly sunken eyelids.

——What happened to your left eye?

That person's voice, smile, slightly curved mouth, and the tail of hair that fell from his shoulders.

The sky behind, the afterglow of the setting sun, the scene that will never come again——

It burned into his empty left eye, burning like a flowing fire.

... Teacher.

The voice in my heart wailed like a wild beast.

Just looking at the face in the memory, he almost trembled from the pain.

That person is always smiling.

Smiling eyebrows and eyes were curved, until the moment before the head fell to the ground, the corners of the mouth were still curved gently.

——What's the matter, Jinsuke?

He couldn't make a sound, couldn't answer.

The burning sunset was like blood dripping down the four corners of the sky, that figure gently touched his head, as if he was still the kid who came to the dojo with a bamboo knife to kick the gym, as if he just felt unwell, over and over again Ask him patiently:

——What's the matter, Jinsuke?

……

There are night cherry blossoms blooming outside the window, falling like flying snow under the light of the lantern.

The clear voice of the shamisen slid in from the window, and the wandering girl with black temples like a cloud stared at the sleeping man, her slender and soft fingers hesitated for a while, and gently gathered the man's hair scattered on the side of his face behind her ears.

With a movement like a superficial touch, someone suddenly clenched her wrist, and she screamed in pain. The other party squinted his eyes in the dim light, and the fierce light in his eyes disappeared, like a wild wolf retracting its sharp claws, carelessly flicking Open the slender wrist that has never been held by the knife.

At night, the street of flowers is brightly lit, and Takasugi is covered with ink-gold arabesque-patterned feathers, and inserts the Wutan sword back into his waist.

"...How long has it been?"

A faint voice sounded in the sitting room, and the girl rubbed her red wrist aggrievedly, and said softly:

"Mister slept for less than half an hour."

This guest was unusual, she didn't dare to use those usual tricks, she could only look at the man's handsome and tough face with implicit expectation, and she didn't even dare to express her shyness too obviously.

The guest, whose pseudonym Nishiura Matsusuke, is good at singing and music, is very popular on this street of flowers, but his temper is unpredictable, as if separated by a layer of wandering clouds.

When she heard that the other party was coming, she dressed up specially, and the other party didn't even touch her.

As if he really just came here to close his eyes and rest, he lay down after drinking for a while.

The sliding door of the zashiki room was opened, and the dim light from the aisle penetrated in.

The girl was startled, she raised her head and found that Gao Shan was already planning to leave.

"...Sir, are you leaving now?"

Regardless of manners, she led the kimono skirt and ran to the door. The man outside the door turned sideways slightly, his handsome thin lips were slightly hooked, and his deep voice was filled with a careless smile, which made people ignore the light and tenderness in the blue eyes. Indifferent look.

"I'll come again next time."

Out of the promenade, the soothing night breeze blows, the exquisite painting boat goes down the river, the river embankment is planted with graceful weeping willows, and the lanterns outside the house exude a warm halo.

The sound of drinking, talking and laughing floated out of the room, and a few blushing ronin stood outside the profile, pointing at the wandering girl inside through the grid.

In the night world like a dream, this hour is the busiest time.

With the bright moon hanging high, Gao Shan, wearing a bamboo hat, walked slowly along the embankment until several figures stopped in front of him.

The leading man combed meticulously, with a kind smile on his middle-aged and fat face, and a slow voice, like those elegant officials in Kyoto.

"Oh, oh, what a coincidence, isn't this Mr. Nishiura Matsusuke?"

The entourage behind him waited in place respectfully, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, and smiled and made an invitation:

"Last time, thanks to the help of my husband, I don't know if my husband has time now, so I can have a drink with me?"

Raising his eyes, Takasugi glanced at the other party casually. Not far away, the ronin were still commenting on the wandering girl in the grid, and their rough laughter could be heard clearly from a distance.

"Okay," he looked at the man, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "It's a moonlight tonight, it's a pity not to drink some wine."

The sakura blowing snow in the night is extraordinarily beautiful under the light.

The moon is hidden among the slanting flower branches. Looking out from the window with the best view on the second floor of Youkou, the dark river is lit by the candlelight of the painting boat. This is the only place in the entire Kyoto that is brightly lit, with constant laughter and laughter.

Gao Sugi leaned against the window, lit the tobacco, and the hazy smoke swayed and drifted in the air, covering the thoughts in the intact right eye.

The middle-aged man poured wine and vegetables for him with a smile, and refilled the wine very diligently. Only the two of them could only hear each other's voices in the Japanese room for a while.

After a while, Gao Shan finally retracted his gaze and looked at the man with a half-smile.

"Looking at Master Inoue's expression, I should say congratulations."

"Where is it?" The other party waved his hands again and again, still with the same smiling expression, "If Mister hadn't secretly removed those rats who got in the way, I wouldn't have the opportunity to enter the Muge Pavilion now. Please take care of Mister in the future."

With a light snort, Takasugi bit his cigarette holder, and smiled unhurriedly: "There is no need to take care of him, Mr. Inoue is now in the Mukaku, it's better not to have anything to do with people like me."

With a twinkle in his eyes, Inoue put down his wine glass with an unchanged expression.

"Where are you talking, sir? How could I be that kind of ungrateful person?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Takasugi dismissed the past nonchalantly, and looked downstairs with a seemingly nonchalant gaze, "Recently, Tianzhu incidents have occurred frequently, and the world seems to be not very peaceful. There are a lot more wanderers wandering on the streets. Inoue-sama has a smooth career now, if something goes wrong at this time, it would be a pity."

As if he didn't see Inoue's froze smile, Takasugi raised his chin slightly and smiled lazily: "However, from the look of Inoue-sama, he seems to trust his followers very much."

The green right eye looked straight at the other party, as if he had already felt his little tricks clearly, and his expression of smiling but not smiling was extremely cold.

"..." Inoue opened his mouth, and at this moment, there was a muffled bang from the door, and the golden sliding door hit the door frame directly.

The wandering girl who suddenly opened the door stood on the border where the light and shadow intersected, supporting the door frame with one hand, and holding the skirt of the kimono that dragged the floor with the other. Standing there, she stood there with a particularly awe-inspiring posture, as if a parent who came to arrest the underage to return home.

The strange wandering girl fixed her eyes on Gao Sugi, and looked at him without blinking.

Then, she strode in, pulled Takasugi's arm and walked away without saying a word.

The light in the room was dim, and at the moment the girl leaned over, Inoue seemed to see her move her lips to make a mouth shape.

……Come with me.

Sitting in the same place in a daze, Inoue finally came back to his senses, he scrambled and ran to the door, and yelled at the Ronin who was waiting in the corridor and downstairs in You Kuo: "Don't let that Two people ran away!"

The veins on his neck were bulging, and he almost said madly: "Catch me!!!"

The evidence of the killing of the shogunate officials by teaming up with the ghost soldiers must be dealt with tonight.

The living can't be trusted, only the dead can make him feel at ease.The traces of the ghost soldiers are difficult to track, and now it is hard to meet Takasugi acting alone, this opportunity cannot be let go.

The street of flowers with elegant and light strings was in turmoil. Drunk guests staggered and raised the curtain. Before they stepped onto the street, they were directly knocked to the ground by a ronin with a sword.

The ranks in Huakui Road were thrown into chaos, the gorgeous red umbrellas were broken on the ground, pedestrians screamed and scattered, and those murderous wanderers, like wolves following the smell of blood, chased after the target regardless of the crowd.

The night wind was howling, and the wandering girl was pulling Takasugi to run fast, holding his arm with one hand, and the skirt of the kimono with the other, her feet seemed to feel no pain after throwing off the wooden clogs, and she ran on the ground like a child .

The moon hangs far away in the sky, and the night cherry blossoms are scattered like blowing snow. The two pass through the lights and cross the bridge. Running in the direction of the moon.

"Stop!" "Stop for me!!"

The angrier the man who was chasing them was, the happier the man who was running after him laughed.

He couldn't make a sound, the man's shoulders just trembled silently, and the posture of raising his head against the night wind looked extremely happy, as if he hadn't been so free for a long time.

Takasugi lowered his eyes casually, and under the cover of the long sleeves of the kimono, there was a scar with deep bone visible on the wrist that was holding him, as if it had been slashed open with a sharp hairpin.

Traces of suicide.

The footsteps of the wanderers were far away across a street, and the wandering girl pulled him into a dark alley.

The night sky was narrow, leaving only a gap, and the deep black edge was dyed with red fire.

The voices in the distance gradually became noisy, someone rang the alarm bell, and someone shouted hoarsely: "Fire! Fire!!"

The wandering girl poked her head out from the alley, but she didn't see the figure chasing them, so she shrank back.

She brought over the bamboo curtain and straw mat leaning against the wall, gestured to Takasugi for him to squat down, so that she could hide him.

"...You don't know how to use your expressions at all."

Gao Shan took a step forward while supporting the scabbard, his green right pupil narrowed slightly, covering the opponent in his shadow.

The appearance of this wandering girl is very gentle, and the women in the profile know what their advantages are, and they are also good at showing the most attractive features of themselves through a frown, a smile, and a casual small movement.

The other party didn't shy away, with straight and calm eyes, it was a waste of these soft and beautiful facial features.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Takasugi leaned over slightly, with the scabbard against the girl's waist, and whispered in her ear:

"...Who sent you here?"

Blinking her eyes, the wandering girl looked down following his movements.

The neckline is open, the man's collarbone line disappears in the placket, and the strong chest rises and falls slightly with breathing.

So she paused, then held out her hand.

……

Closed his collar.

Takasugi: "..."

other side:"……"

For a moment, a very strange sense of familiarity came over me.

Gao Shan took a step back unconsciously, the other party hugged those straw mats and bamboo curtains, and then they were about to cover him.

He turned to the side, staring at the person in front of him with dim eyes.

"……who are you?"

The chaotic voices approached, the firelight covered the color of the night sky, and the dark alley was quiet. The man looked at him for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, and patted him on the head twice.

……

——"Don't touch, I'm not a child anymore."

"Why? If you touch it, will you not grow taller?"

"...can you be more mature."

"...Jin Zhu, you despise me."

——"What the hell are you?"

"What do you think I am, I am what I am."

That is too long a memory.

Long before gunpowder smoke covered the sun, long before the private school was engulfed in flames... It was as far away as a dream in a previous life.

After a brief moment of stunned, Takasugi saw Yae smiling at him, and suddenly turned around and ran out of the alley.

"...There! Hurry up——!!!"

Yae didn't take a few steps, the wind of the knife that hit her was suffocated, and there was a sudden silence behind her.

She stopped and turned around.

The moon was high in the sky, Gao Shan stood there with a knife in one hand, and the dark red blood dripped down the cold blade to the ground.

The ronin who were still alive did not dare to take a step forward.

"What's the matter?" He chuckled softly, "Aren't you here to kill me?"

Gao Shan narrowed his pupils, a cold and cruel light flashed in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Professional corpse picking Yae dispatched again

① Nishiura Matsusuke is one of Takasugi Shinsaku's pseudonyms

By the way, Shinsaku Takasugi really has a lot of pseudonyms for this buddy, such as Tanani, Tanumenosuke, Bingoyasuke Ichiro, Mitani Kazusuke, Shube Taro...

But the name Nishiura Matsusuke is different!

There is the word "pine".