[Gintama] Immortal

Friday is a sunny day.

Thousands of miles of white clouds disappeared, and the sky was so transparent as to wash.

Yae was wearing the staff uniform of Osaki Bento House, holding a printed flyer, standing on the side of the road waiting for the green light.

The sparrow squatted on the telegraph pole and took a nap, the summer cicada was screaming hoarsely in the shade of the tree, and the rumble of the tram passing by was heard from a few blocks away, clanging, swaying, and blowing up the wind whizzing forward.

She waited for a few days, but did not get the news of the cancellation of the entrustment. When the appointed Friday arrived, she thought about it and put the flyer on the table.

In the beginning, it was just an impromptu excuse. Even if the other party didn't come today, she could still shoulder the hope of promoting new products and distribute all the leaflets.

The green light on the other side of the street turned on, and Yae raised his hand to straighten the brim of his hat, and walked forward.

When we arrived at the shopping street near the station, the flow of people increased significantly. Pedestrians were wearing kimonos or suits and leather shoes. Modern buildings and traditional townhouses stood side by side on the street, as if past and present Edo were spliced ​​together across time and space.

Turning his gaze a little, Yae saw three people and one dog in front of the convenience store without much effort.

The electric bell rang, the automatic doors slid open to both sides, free air-conditioning was blown out from the store, the people and dogs standing outside squinted their eyes, and sighed poorly and happily in unison.

When he opened his eyes, there was a figure in front of him. Gintoki could clearly see the half-smile expression on Yae's face. After a second of pause, he suddenly stood up straight, and slapped Shinpachi directly on the back of the head: "Quick, Hachi , to say hello, the guests have arrived."

"...Why am I going?!" Shinpachi stabilized his glasses and looked back at Yinshi: "Aren't you the boss of Wanshiwu?"

Clenching his fist to his mouth, Yinshi lowered his head and cleared his throat: "You have been promoted, let's appoint you as the acting boss for a day."

Shinpachi's voice was calm: "...can I choose to resign?"

The two were still singing cross talk, and Kagura had already chatted with Yae familiarly.

"Is it true that you get free bento as a reward?" Her blue eyes sparkled, her voice was light and lively, with a slightly peculiar ending.

Yae resisted the urge to rub the little girl's hair: "Yes, it's free."

"Great!" Kagura cheered, "Bringing Joharu here today is indeed the right choice, Aru!"

"The idea of ​​rubbing food is too obvious!" Shinpachi complained in the background, the giant dog named Dingchun squatted in front of the convenience store, stared at Yae seriously for a while, and suddenly came over.

"...Wait a minute!" Yinshi, who was unwilling to meet her eyes, suddenly became alert, and ran over in three steps at a time and hugged Dingchun's neck.

"Wait, wait, you can't bite this! You can't swallow it as usual! If you swallow it, you will get sick. Please don't bite Ah Yin like usual. You can't afford the doctor..."

Under the watchful eyes of the three of them, Dingchun circled Yae several times, sniffed and sniffed, then raised his head and rubbed her lightly.

"……what."

The corner of Yinshi's mouth twitched: "So you can greet normally?"

What was the reason for his face being bitten with blood? ?

"Wang." Dingchun sat down next to Yae, as if trying to wrap up to protect her, curled his tail to cover her instep.

Yae raised her hand, just about to touch the furry ears of the giant Shirashiba.

"Okay, okay, the time to make friends is over," Yinshi grabbed Dingchun's collar and tugged desperately, "It's time for us to start work—we're not here to walk the dog in the park—"

For the first time, Yae saw a look of disgust on a dog's face.

After playing around like this for a long time, they finally started to distribute leaflets.

Four people and one dog divided into two groups. Shinpachi and Kagura led Dingchun away without looking back, and distributed leaflets along the south exit of the station.

"...Have you ever done this kind of work before?"

Yae divided the flyer in the bag into two.

Gintoki supported his neck, as if he wanted to see a flower from the signboard of the nearby shopping street.

"Fortunately."

Eight points nodded: "Then you are optimistic about it."

She took out a flyer, and before the passers-by could react, she strode across the distance between them, like Jordan laying up, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, and thrust the flyer into the opponent's hand with lightning speed.

"Let's find out about the free bento tasting event—"

The innocent passer-by with a dazed expression continued to walk away holding the flyer with a slightly erratic footsteps.

"...Did you see clearly just now?" Yae turned around very seriously: "The trick to distributing leaflets is to be fast, accurate, and ruthless. Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?"

"...No, I don't need it anymore." Yin Shi took the leaflets that had been divided into eight parts with a wooden face, and endured it, but still couldn't hold back: "You have a lot of experience in handing out leaflets?"

"It's okay." Yae honestly smiled: "Today is the first time."

Yin Shi: "..."

The station on Friday is very lively, and the shopping street is full of people coming and going.

With the help of Wanshiwu, the leaflets were distributed quickly, and Yae went to a convenience store to buy condolences. When he came out with a cold drink, he happened to see a picture of three people and a dog sitting under the shade of a tree.

Using the word "sitting" to describe it is too static, and Kagura, who killed the bento for five people, continued to extend his claws to Shinpachi's bento. Shinpachi desperately protected his char siu, and Gintoki who was sitting next to him was not immune to being involved at the same time.

Dingchun lay calmly in the shade of a tree, he was no stranger to this kind of scene.The moment before the bento box flew over, it got up calmly, moved a little away from the bench where the three of them were sitting, lowered its ears to cover the noise, and continued to enjoy the cool on its stomach.

Xia Chan screamed knowingly in an invisible place, the midsummer sun spread on the ground, and the ground was scorching hot.

The noisy voices quieted down, and the little girl from the Night Rabbit tribe had enough to eat and drink, and she dozed off with her head tilted.

"Hey, hey, I want to go back to sleep, Ah Yin is not a nanny."

Fragments of sunlight are falling from the gaps in the leaves, and the breeze blowing on the face is soothing and gentle. The weather is especially suitable for afternoon naps.

Not long after, Shinpachi couldn't hold back and fell over.

The two minors leaned against him and slept soundly. Yinshi looked troublesome and couldn't push away. He wanted to mutter but was afraid of waking them up, so he could only sit helplessly in the end.

...I don't know why I suddenly feel relieved.

If she wanted to report to Songyang, what would she write?

"Although I'm still not doing my job as before, but every day is very lively."

Loose, ordinary, living in a corner of this world as Sakata Gintoki.

Now there are two sleeping little ghosts beside him, sitting under the shade of a tree, looking at the clear summer sky, their eyes are very gentle.

The owner of Master House doesn't need to be disturbed by the past, and maintains the daily routine of the present.

enough.

……

Life always moves on.

After that, Yae did not entrust Manshiya again. She still worked part-time at Osaki Bentoya. Sometimes she would go to Kabukicho to deliver food. Occasionally, she would meet Ginshi next to the drink vending machine. From time to time, she would hear something about Manshiya. rumor.

For example, I was kidnapped by a sea turtle and went to the Dragon Palace, and I ran into a ghost in a hot spring hotel. In short, as long as strange things happen, there will be traces of Wanshiwu behind it.

The residents of Kabukicho love the owner of Master House very much. Although her tone is always a bit of a joke with disgust, the most talked with her is what Master House has done recently.

Not long ago, a little ghost named Qingta came to Dengshi Izakaya. He was born in a very pitiful life. He was said to have been a thief before he was brought back by the owner of Wanshiwu. Now he finally found a serious job. He carries dishes and washes dishes in the izakaya every day. .

After delivering the last takeaway in the afternoon, Yae subconsciously slowed down as he passed Master House.

She walked around Kabukicho today, but she didn't see Gintoki or Kagura Shinpachi, and the child named Haruta didn't know where she went.

This idea stayed in her mind for a while, when someone called out to stop her.

"Want to come in for a drink?" The proprietress of Dengshi Izakaya leaned against the door at some point, "Drinking during the day has a special flavor."

"Thank you, but I have to go back to the store." Yae smiled and waved.

When there was no response, Dengshi took out the lighter, and with a soft sound, the flames ignited and green smoke filled the air. "...Are you looking for someone?"

Yae paused, then turned his head sideways: "Is it obvious?"

"You can tell just by looking at it." Holding the cigarette between his fingers, Deng Shi brought the cigarette to his lips and took a slow puff.

"Those guys are not here today." The slightly hoarse voice was light, and the face of the izakaya proprietress was covered with traces of time, but it was not difficult to see the beauty of her youth.

"That kid Haruta thought his mother was in Yoshiwara, and the rest of them were worried, so they went with them."

Yae, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped.

"... Which Yoshihara?"

"How many Yoshiharas are there in this world?" Dengshi sighed slightly.

"They went to Jiyuan Taoyuan Township, the city that never sleeps ruled by the night king Fengxian."

……

The huge atrium, the vermilion lacquered colonnade, and the splendid patio.

The orange-haired boy sat under the rabbit sculpture with a smile, watching the single-handed earth warrior challenge the terrifying Lord Yoshihara.

The outcome was determined within ten strokes. With a loud bang, the wall cracked, and broken stones and wood fell down. The Night King Fengxian held the ronin's face and pushed him into the ruins of the ruins.

Qingta, who was watching the battle upstairs, let out a scream: "Ayin——!!"

"Is that all your strength is?" The muscles on his arms twitched, Yewang Fengxian showed a smirk, "You warriors who lost the country to the heavens, how can you break the old man's shackles!"

The battle situation fell into a one-sided disadvantage. Facing the absolute suppression of Yewang Fengxian's strength, Yinshi couldn't break free, and the blood dripping down stained the ground in front of Fengxian's feet.

The expression was covered by dark shadows, Fengxian increased his strength, and roared like a raging lion: "The lost dog just watch from the side, look at how your country and women are being trampled by us and other strong... ...!!"

The sharp wind whistled, Feng Xian suddenly let go of his hand, the icy naginata brushed his arm and stabbed down, with a buzzing sound like a knife cutting tofu and sinking into the stone brick floor.

Fengxian held the handle of the umbrella, and the huge umbrella weighing more than a thousand catties was as light as nothing in his hand, and violently slammed into a strong wind.

In the next moment, Yae fell from the sky with a knife.She avoided the strong wind and landed on the umbrella, pushed the knife out of its sheath with her thumb, and sliced ​​off Fengxian's head with a flash of light.

A crisp cracking sound resounded between Fengxian's fingers, the steel blade was snapped off abruptly by him, and shattered into pieces of scrap iron in his palm.

With a little foot, Yae immediately jumped back without hesitation, Fengxian's next blow passed her face, and the shrill howling wind was deafening nearby.

The dagger slipped into her palm, and she rolled on the spot, cutting towards the tendon of Fengxian's heel.

Fengxian turned around suddenly, and swept the heavy umbrella in this direction, countless smoke, dust and gravel were raised, and the ground cracked like spider webs.

Yae jumped back one after another, picked up the blade fragments on the ground in the blink of an eye, and threw them at Fengxian's face.

He easily dodged with his head slightly sideways, pulled out the naginata embedded in the ground, stepped back a step, his arm muscles twitched like bowstrings, and threw the naginata in his hand.

With a terrifying bang, the ground where Yae was before was turned into dust.

Feng Xian's heavy giant umbrella fell head-on, and the stone bricks on the ground burst open. Yazhong did not retreat but advanced. Covered by the smoke screen, stepping on the tip of the umbrella that fell on the ground, he jumped forward and stabbed his throat with a short knife.

Eyebrows moved slightly, Ye Wang Fengxian received the blow with a backhand, the sharp short knife pierced into the palm of his hand, the tip of the knife sank into the flesh and blood, and protruded from the back of his hand.

As if he didn't see the blood dripping between his fingers, Fengxian smiled cruelly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, the palm of his hand was pierced to the bottom by a short knife, along the handle, he grabbed Yae's wrist, and with a cluck, crushed her wrist bones.

With his right wrist hanging down weakly, Yae pulled out the hairpin with his expression unchanged, pointed the tip of the hairpin at Fengxian's eyeballs, and stabbed it down with all his might!

Hot blood splashed out, Yewang Fengxian let out a muffled snort, but did not let go of her grip on her right wrist.

With his bloody right eye closed, the strong man standing at the apex of the Yetu Clan let out a murderous laugh from his throat:

"The expression is much better than last time."

He opened his intact left eye, the eyeball was bloodshot, showing a bloodthirsty expression staring at the prey:

"Very good, can't you also show killing intent? Come and try if you have the guts—see if you have the ability to kill this old man!!"

The cold blade suddenly struck.

The saber came suddenly and fiercely, urgently and quickly, and Yazhong, who was dangling in the air by Fengxian, was stunned for a moment.

Before the arm was cut off, Fengxian's expression changed, she instantly let go of the shackles on her, and dodged back.

Back on the ground again, Yae staggered a bit, raised his head, and stood up again when he found Gintoki who was dying.

He stood in front of her with a long knife in his hand, with blood continuously dripping down his forehead, panting heavily like a beast with a cracked wound, his body trembling slightly, but he never fell down.

The blood-stained eyebrows were hidden in the shadows, and Yin Shi's voice was low, with a murderous intent colder than the blade:

"...Don't touch her."

In an instant, the owner of Master House, who lived sloppily, turned back into a Yaksha wandering around the battlefield.

Ignoring the torn wounds and whining nerves, he slowly stood up straight, his dark red pupils looked coldly at Lord Yoshihara: "I am enough for anyone who wants to defeat you."

Yae came back to his senses, and suddenly grabbed Gintoki's blood-stained sleeve:

"...Wait for Yinshi, you can't..."

"Stay behind me, Yae."

Silver did not look back.

A fierce battle was imminent in front of him, he slowly adjusted his breathing, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield, slightly stretched his finger bones, and tightly clenched the knife in his hand.

"Please, stay behind me."

Gintoki said in a sleepy voice, "Please, Yae."

Let him protect once.

Let him hold on for once.

Yae unconsciously let go of his hand.

"……I see."

After a slight pause, her expression became serious.

"Then, Yinshi, you have to promise me one thing."

——"Don't lose the fight."

Startled, the silver-haired man tilted his head slightly, his brow bone was stained with blood, but his smiling eyes were very gentle:

"Why are you still as long-winded as before?"