[Gintama] Immortal

"Does it look better from this angle?"

Yazhong picked up the flower branch and inserted it obliquely into the light blue vessel along the mouth of the bottle.Teacup-sized calamus flowers hang down heavily, and the soft green leaves bend into stretched arcs.

The quaint Japanese room is located deep in the winding and scattered corridors, and the shadows of the trees outside the window are as dense as layers of ink.

The movements of his subordinates paused, and Yae straightened up, looking towards the window: "... If you don't respond, I will pretend that you are asleep?"

"what ever."

The long black knife was placed on his knee, and the old maintenance oil on the blade was wiped off, and his fingers lightly and delicately ran across the sharp tip of the knife.

Yae frowned, feeling that Xu's reply was too simple.

"Can't you be more serious about perfunctory me? For example, is it okay?"

Turning the knife in his hand over, Xu continued to maintain the cutting tool, applying powder evenly with force.

"Oh? So you will be happier?"

Yae thought for a while: "I think it's worth a try."

Drizzle knife oil on it, wipe it evenly with Fengshu paper, raise the knife in Xu Xu's hand, and casually look at the result.

The cold light of the blade reflected the light and shadow in the room, and for a moment, the scarlet eyes slightly bent, revealing a smile that was not a smile.

"good."

The tip of the knife tilted slightly, Xu put down the knife in his hand, and reinstalled the feather cutting knife that had been dismantled earlier.

Yae looked at Xu.

He played with the knife in his hand, as if it was some kind of toy, the blade was bright and cold after maintenance, with an edge ready to see blood at all times.

"Satisfied?" Xu Xu turned his head.

Yae looked away, raised her hand and inserted the last flower into the vase: "Satisfied, very satisfied."

After a pause, she said, "Since you are interested in maintaining the sword, can't you take care of the other things in this room once in a while?"

Returning after five years, the dusty vase in the alcove remains the same as when she last touched it.

The fragile flowers and leaves withered into crumbs and scattered around in a mess. The light blue glaze was covered by thick dust to lose its original color, and it was clear that no one had taken care of it for five years.

The flowers and plants are not replaced when they are dry, and the utensils are not cleaned when they are dusty.The first thing she did after she came back was to rearrange the alcove, throw away what should be thrown away, wipe what should be wiped, and replace the color of the season in the bottle again.

"If I remember correctly," Xu put the knife into the sheath, and the black scabbard closed the metal knife, "it seems to be your thing, and it is your request to put it in the alcove. In short, that It's not my responsibility."

Yae: "So you just leave it alone, shouldn't I thank you?"

Naraku would not dare to move the objects in the room without explicit instructions.

After stroking the hem of the kimono, Yae sat down by the window, facing Xu.

"If I don't come back, are you going to let that vase of flowers rot?"

Xu put the knife back on the knife holder casually, and his deep voice was always easy to handle: "Since you care so much, you can take care of it yourself."

Yae: "...I'm going to ask you a question seriously now, please listen carefully."

Clearing her throat, she straightened her back, folded her hands on her knees, and looked straight and serious:

"...The knife looks better or I look better?"

"..."

Xu looked at her without speaking.

Although he didn't speak, his expression was still chilling when he smiled, and his mask-like expression seemed to freeze for a moment.

After a while, Xu Bobo calmly said:

"Have you finally hit your head yet?"

Yae really wanted to ask what he meant in the end.

But she held back.

It was just a small joke on a whim, she relaxed her shoulders, and sighed helplessly:

"You really don't have any desire to survive, in every sense."

Xu Xu squinted his eyes, and once he restrained his smile a little, the dangerous feeling on his body would slip out like the tip of a knife.

The leader behind the assassination organization may be completely out of touch with contemporary young pop culture, but he can also guess that this is not a good word.

Yae stretched out his hand to him, palm facing up: "Give me your hand."

"……do what."

"Don't do anything, just do what you think of. Do you have to be purposeful when you are with you?"

She thinks she probably knows how normal human couples get along.

What I have seen and seen over the years has long been remembered in my mind.Where did the idea of ​​doing this come from? Maybe it came out suddenly at this moment, or maybe she has always buried it deep in her heart.

The male's hand is very broad, with well-defined fingers and joints. Although he holds a knife all year round, it is not rough.

Countless hands have been taken away, and countless hands have been taken away at the same time. At first glance, except for a slightly pale complexion, they look no different from ordinary people.

Yae put her hand up, touching Xu's palm.

The body temperature of the other person came through the skin, Yae looked down at the hands of the two for a while, and suddenly said: "...your fingers are much longer than mine."

The palm is also wider than hers.

This obvious discovery surprised her.

Yae sat down next to Xu, spreading her fingers to overlap his - her fingertips barely reached his third knuckle.

"Has anyone ever praised your long hands?"

With his brows slightly raised, Xu mercilessly poured cold water on her: "So what? This question is meaningless."

"Yes, because I want to praise you."

Yazhong moved his fingers, found Xu's finger gap, and shook hands with him.

"Look, the handshake is complete." She blinked and said with a smile.

The warm and soft body temperature is neither aggressive nor encroaching, like the sunlight that occasionally falls on the lake, or the flowers that will bloom when the season comes, naturally following the laws of the world, and the two people holding each other The same goes for hands.

Xu paused.

"Is this what you want to do?"

Yae leaned against another person's weight and sighed.

"Yes, you guessed right."

With the breeze and light and shadow, the world outside the window seems far away.

Still wearing that fake smile on his face, Xu Xu said slowly: "You are happy."

Yae rubbed against his clothes and nodded: "I'm happy."

"Just for such a silly little thing."

"Yes, just for such a trivial matter."

Finally draw a conclusion:

"Unreasonable."

The chest vibrated with the silent laughter, and Yae muttered vaguely:

"……is not that right."

Then he muttered even more quietly:

"Old man."

Xu's knife is placed on the knife holder behind.

It is estimated that she has never seen a person with more courage than her, maybe she is thinking about it, and she is not talking for a moment.

"Do you want to die?" He said kindly.

Yae scratched his palm with his fingers: "Aren't you the one who wants to die? You are planning to destroy the world so hard."

Xu grabbed her fidgeting hand.

"You'll come down with me."

He laughed softly, the look in his eyes seemed to be gradually sunken mud, soaked in the indistinct darkness.

together.

"……I know."

Yae sighed, as if the two were just chatting about today's weather.

"Does it matter?"

"No, of course it matters."

Leaning on Xuru's shoulder, Yae closed her eyes:

"But because it's you, there's no way."

Incomprehensible.

Thin golden sunlight passed through the panes and slanted down on the polished floor.

Nuo Da's dojo is empty and quiet, and the thick buildings are full of ancient wood.White shimenawa hangs from the shrine at the corner of the eaves, and wooden knives and long handles are placed on the wooden frame against the wall.

Yae tied up her long hair casually, took a training wooden knife from the rack, weighed it in his hand, and held it firmly.

"Are you coming?" She turned and smiled.

In the first place in the center of the ashram, Xu Xu stood there neatly dressed in black feathers, with the wooden knife in his hand dangling leisurely.

"It seems that I should ask you this question." With a playful expression on his face, he rubbed the handle of the knife and said casually, "I'm actually interested in the defeat of being overwhelmed."

"You just have to practice casually with me." Yae walked across to Xu, and there was about a room between them, "If you stay inactive all day, your body will rust."

Lifting the wooden knife at an angle, she thought for a while, and then said: "However, I'd better ask first—do you understand what it means to stop?"

The killers trained by Naraku of Amaterasu Institute need to practice various martial arts and skills, and kendo is one of them. They are taught by senior kendo teachers in the organization, and the leader does not need to set foot in the dojo.

Even a seedling with excellent qualifications can be thrown to the current [-]th generation for guidance. Based on the above reasons, Yae has every reason to suspect that Xu has not touched a wooden sword for a long time.

Xu Xu tilted his head, and the corner of his lips smiled coldly: "Click to stop, isn't it the meaning of saving one's life?"

"..." Yae silently looked away, "It's lucky that the newcomer didn't give you guidance."

However, she also understood the indescribable look in Oboro's eyes when she heard that she wanted to borrow the dojo.

--you sure?

Thinking back now, Obscure's eyes were filled with cautious disapproval.

"Then," Xu did not raise the knife, still standing in the same calm manner, with a somewhat leisurely posture, "Do you want to continue?"

Yae came back to his senses, blinked and smiled: "Of course continue."

"The form is not limited, the time is not limited, just treat it as an activity with me."

The tip of the wooden knife swayed lightly in the air like a bird's feathers, then suddenly sank, the knife turned, and cut sharply and obliquely upwards in the direction of Xu.

The two wooden knives clashed in the air and echoed continuously, Xu Xu coped with her attack with ease, the two of you came and went back and forth dozens of times, he stood still without moving a step, how arrogant and arrogant he was holding the knife with one hand arrogant.

Although it is a bit regrettable, Yae can be sure that Xu is swinging the knife with the mentality of teasing her.

Regardless of the difference in strength or speed, just because of the familiarity and mastery of one's own body, two people are not on the same level.

For those who practice kendo all the year round, the sword in their hands will become an extension of the body.

But if one changes bodies frequently... there is no way.It's a sad thing when the body can't keep up with the mind.

"Pa——" Xu took the knife she swung, and suppressed her blade with absolute strength and directly shook her blade away.

"You only have this strength?" He frowned, raised the saber with one hand and slashed down. The movement was easy and casual, but he almost knocked out the wooden saber in her hand.

Yae let go of his strength, avoided the sharp edge and turned sideways to take a step back, swinging the wooden knife towards Xu's abdomen along an oblique arc.

"I'm sorry that I'm not a seven-foot man, should I try to possess one next time?"

Unsurprisingly, she swiped the air with one blow, Yae flipped her wrist, suddenly raised the tip of the knife and stabbed, Xu Qing relaxed one side of her head, her wooden knife brushed the side of his face, and the strong wind raised a few strands of light in his ears. colored hair.

She tilted her head, narrowed her scarlet pupils, and the corners of her lips seemed to twitch slightly.

... have to get out of his sword encirclement as soon as possible.

Yae immediately retreated, but this body that had never practiced kendo couldn't keep up with the brain's instructions. Before she could jump back, Xu had already stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

With a numbness in her arm, she uncontrollably let go of her fingers, and the wooden knife fell from between her fingers. She held her wrist and dragged her to her front, showing a condescending smile:

"Sure enough, it is an unquestionable defeat."

"...No," Yae paused.

Immediately, she raised her face, leaned close to his lips and pecked.

The gentle feeling was about to leave, and the wrist was still clenched, Yae leaned back, with a bright and smug smile: "This is a one-to-one level."

"...playing smart."

Xu Xu's pupils are dim.

"No, I said it clearly before the start," Yae held his head high, "There is no limit to the form."

She didn't feel like she could win from the start, and it was extra comforting to pull back a round properly.

"An unlimited form?"

The virtual voice lowered.

The light-colored forehead hair fell between the eyebrows, the man in the black kimono lowered his red eyes slightly, and there was a deep and unpredictable smile on his lips.

"You said it yourself, Yae."

The sun is like a slanting fog, and the ashram that has gone through a hundred years is empty and quiet, exuding the thick and heavy atmosphere of cypress.

Yae clenched the kimono on Xu's body, and leaned back when he pressed against the wall and kissed her.

The vision was hazy, and the numb feeling rushed along the spine to the limbs. As the kiss deepened, her consciousness became softer and softer as if it was about to be melted.

"Um...uh..."

Hooking the tip of her tongue, licking and biting her lips, the ambiguous voice that rang in her ears made her cheeks burn.

Xu Gonglu invaded every soft belly in her mouth, as if he wanted to eat her carefully and completely.The soliciting kiss without knowing what pity is, the action is indifferent but lingering, the contradiction is so contradictory that it is impossible to think.

Before reaching the critical point of hypoxia, Yae whimpered softly.

There was a slight pause, Xu loosened the hand clasping the back of her neck, Yae leaned against the wall behind her, panted for a moment, and firmly made a pause gesture: "Intermission."

Without retreating immediately, Xu raised her hand and pressed her fingertips on the corner of her moist lips, meaningfully: "Admitted defeat?"

...Are you a child who cares about winning or losing so much?

Although I wanted to say this, Yae wisely and decisively threw out the white flag: "I lost."

After getting the reply he wanted, he retracted his hand in a leisurely manner, and turned to another topic:

"In a week, I will leave the earth for a trip."

Yae blinked, leaning against the wall and trying to stand up straight: "...leave the earth?"

Xu supported her, and pulled her into his own shadow, without answering immediately.

"You make preparations in a few days."

After a pause, Yae raised his head: "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you always want to go?" Xu Xu frowned with a half-smile.

go to the universe.