[Gintama] Immortal

……

When a person is dying, what is the last thought that crosses the mind?

A thirst for life?

Fear of death?

Or is it the resentment for the unfinished business, the deep-rooted longing for the unseen person?

For 500 years, he has seen all the ugliness of human beings in the face of death.

Those people were crying and their expressions were distorted. They struggled frantically and grabbed his clothes and face with their blood-stained hands. When the blade fell, they howled like wild dogs.

In the face of death, human beings take off the cloak of reason and all decorations and camouflage. No matter whether they are nobles or commoners, they all reveal the most ugly and primitive appearance.

Humans resist him as they resist death.

Men fell before him and wept, as they do when they face death.

Countless people came to the stage to call the curtain, and the script remained unchanged.Sitting in the shadow of history, he watched the rise and fall of honor and disgrace in the world, winners and losers, short-lived peace was torn apart by war, and disgraced rulers once again shook hands with their enemies to make peace.

Humans never learn lessons.

What is in the mind of such a hopeless creature, facing the end of the world?

"False-!!!"

The simple three syllables have been used over and over again in the past 500 years. Those angry and hoarse voices, like a red-hot iron, like dense arrows, surrounded him from all directions.

People stood around the ruins, and the light spots of spiritual power gathered into the air.The hazy river of light spread its net, the violent dragon veins gradually calmed down, and the trembling earth no longer shook.

……why.

The sharp wind roared, Xu raised his knife, dazzling sparks exploded instantly, and the believer was sent flying by the huge force, and fell back to the ground a few meters away.

One person fell, and then more people came up.

The blood stained the clothes, and the staggering steps were barely enough to support the body to stand. Those samurai, ninja, and night rabbits all had similar expressions on their faces, similar eyes, as if they had the same soul, At this moment, it becomes a whole.

One after another, the knife in the hand of death still did not tremble.

Human beings without fear, human beings who are no longer afraid of him, become very strange at that moment.

……why.

In the dark night sky, the sky bird ship was wrapped in flowing fire, falling towards the surface like burning stars.

The body was eroded by the Altana of the alien planet, the rapid regeneration of blood stopped, the torn muscle tissue no longer healed, Xu's movements slowed down, slower than ever before.

The viscous and warm blood blurred his vision, and the knife in his hand was pulled by the killing instinct, cutting open the throat, piercing the heart and lungs, and cutting off the bones.

But in the end it was a beat slower.

Countless knives and steel umbrellas struck from all directions in an instant.

The pain is hot and white, the temperature of the flame.His flesh and blood burst into flames, cut open by the cold blade, and cracked inch by inch with hissing noises.

He raised his head falsely.

The dark night sky pressed down, as if falling towards the ground along with the burning battleship.

Having been killed countless times by human beings, and himself who has killed countless human beings, when the last moment came, he looked up at the dark sky, what was he thinking at that moment?

……

She always likes the boring stuff.

The weeping cherry blossoms wither thousands of times in spring, and the scorched land scorched by the flames of war sprouts new shoots in the coming year.

Those scenes that he has long been tired of seeing come and go again and again, like a snake devouring his own tail, like a circle with no beginning and end, the endless reincarnation can only remind him of his own eternity, and can't stir up any ripples related to joy.

It would be fine if she was a short-lived human being, but she is not.

She obviously lived a long life like him. She has seen villages built in desolate mountains and fields, and cities that have been prosperous for hundreds of years buried in the smoke and dust of history.

Every warm spring day, the clean glazed porcelain vase will be filled with thin red cherry blossoms, which has been the case for hundreds of years.

He saw those unnecessary efforts in his eyes, and watched her collect and store her love for this world bit by bit.

What an illusory thing love is.The human beings who like to sing this word the most are also the best at raising the butcher's knife to their own kind. The couple who once vowed to each other will turn into loess and bones in the blink of an eye.

He sometimes hears her sing.While pruning the flower branches, I sat alone in front of the alcove, humming softly a song I heard from nowhere, and sometimes I sat for an entire afternoon.

They have time linked to eternity, and if she wants to focus, she can fully immerse herself in the most monotonous work.Concentrate on watching the exquisite scissors one by one, click one by one, and watch the green flower stems fall one by one on the washi paper to smudge dark juice.

The breeze and light dust fell into the quiet Japanese room together. On that mid-spring afternoon, she fell asleep drowsily in his arms. The slender butterfly bones leaned against his chest. Gathered in his grasp, the raven-black long hair was scattered, and the cloud-white underclothes dyed the breath of the two of them through the night.

The sunlight is reflected on the paper door of the Japanese room, and the cherry blossoms come in through the gap of the door.

He watched her wake up slowly, lazily dazed for a while, and his eyes fell on the petals lying not far away.

At that moment, he knew what she was going to do.

She circled around his arm and reached out her hand sneakily, like a child who found candy, her fingertips reached for the cherry blossoms in the light and dust bit by bit——

... She always likes the boring stuff.Anything in this world can easily divert her attention.

……

Why love this ugly world.

Why, not choose him.

The sharp edge of the blade stabbed towards the vest, turned sideways slightly, grabbed the man's wrist, and sent it forward with the momentum.The beautiful blood bloomed on the chest, staining the pale face of the soldier for a moment.

"Void?"

She stood in the courtyard and looked sideways at him.

"You're finally back."

This time she was drunk, staggered, staggered into his arms, hugged his back and refused to let go.

"Look, it's the same color as your eyes."

She held Hong Feng up to his eyes, smiling foolishly, her cheeks flushed.

"Void."

"Void."

"Void."

……

Really noisy.

The sound of cracking in his body, the sound of his heart being shredded into pieces.

Those voices that once gained a moment of peace when they hugged her, such as boiling water, cracking rocks, clamored hoarsely and loudly.

Really noisy.

With a blank face, Xu broke off the knife that was swung to the side of his neck, and then turned his hand to stab the broken blade into the abdomen of the enemy.

The so-called finality should have been quiet and beautiful.

"...too noisy." Xu Liang said.

Blood burst out and splashed on his face, he stepped over the corpse, the buzzing sound in his ears still didn't stop, gradually expanding the noise, like a overwhelming rainstorm, almost covering all senses.

Why can't you be quiet?

Why can't it stop.

...It's you, it's your good deed, right?

Songyang, it's you who are causing trouble.

—No, not me.

The gentle and quiet voice spoke to him.

- Take a good look, look around you.

Xu turned his head, mottled sky, dead earth.There was no one in the barren spiritual world, only the two of them stood facing each other.

——There are only you and me left here.

Songyang looked at him quietly, there was no sword in his hand, nothing.

He stood opposite Xu with empty hands, and said softly to him:

——So, have you seen it clearly?

"Who is the screaming person?"

After a short pause, the people around rushed forward again.

The air vibrated, the swords intersected, the bright red blood rolled over the shiny blade, the sharp arc embedded in the fragile flesh and bones, and the juice burst out like cutting a plump fruit.

The crowd parted like a red sea, and a familiar figure rushed towards him.Just like many years ago, the boy wearing protective gear crossed the small dojo, his focused eyes were so bright that they were almost on fire.

...Is this your trump card, Songyang.

Xu stood on the spot, looking at the boy, watching the silver-haired man swinging his knife at him.

--Yes.

Song Yang's voice came from behind.He slightly bent the corners of his mouth, his eyes were as serene as a lake under a snow-capped mountain.He smiled and said:

— This is the soul I left behind.

……

yes.

The voices of countless people were shouting, shouting the name of the silver-haired man.

He fell backwards, falling hard.

His back hit the rubble of the ruins, and the moist smell of blood came to the corner of his lips. He coughed up blood, touched the black knife, grasped the handle tightly, and using the knife as a staff, leaned on the ground to prop up his body.

...Is this what Songyang called, the sword of a person who can defeat monsters?

Xu raised his eyelids.

...Is this the human being she has always loved?

The huge light spread out from the gap where the ground overflowed with light, like water overflowing a dam, becoming more and more dazzling.

"You can't always live in the same season."

She crossed the desk and leaned in front of him, so close that she could see the fragments of light reflected in it with every turn of her eyes.

"Look, the flowers in the mountains are all blooming, you can go and see with me, okay?"

……

Why do people feel lonely?

When everyone is born into the world, they are all alone.Just like people are born with limbs, since it is a matter of course to exist as an individual, why do people feel lonely because of it.

The cherry blossoms flutter like snow, falling softly from the lonely branches.

The tears suddenly couldn't stop, Yae covered her cheeks, but big tears still overflowed from between her fingers.

"You have been working hard." The little girl's voice was soft and slow, "Even in the crowd, I still feel lonely. It's not because there is no one around me that I feel lonely, but because I know who I am subconsciously, so I am lonely. "

"The person you want to see has always wanted to end this never-ending pain. In this case, why don't you choose to let yourself go." The gentle voice said to her, "It's already done, Yae. You have worked hard enough gone."

A hand stretched out in front of her, waiting for her.

"Since love is also painful, and not loving is also painful, let it all end, you don't have to suffer any more."

Yae knew that all he had to do was reach out and say hello.

She will be completely relieved.Her existence itself, all suffering, all sorrow, will disappear from this world.

Tears continued to flow down, wet her cheeks and wet her chin. Yae raised her head and looked at the familiar figure, whom she had missed for a hundred years day and night.

Then, she said softly, "No, I can't go with you yet."

Because of loneliness, so will long for love.

Because there is a gap in my heart that cannot be filled, so I keep looking for it.

Love makes people suffer, but it also keeps people alive.

Even if she can't live a short life like ordinary people, even if her life is destined to be full of deep parting.

Even if she can't die, as long as she still has something she loves, as long as this feeling is still beating in her chest, she is alive.

Yae said, "Sorry, I can't remember your name anymore."

With tears in her eyes, she smiled slightly, looking at the figure in her memory so tenderly.

"But thank you, I like the name you gave me."

Yae.

Yae Sakura's Yae.

When the soft sigh-like syllable is pronounced, the slightly parted lips will form a smile-like arc.

The little girl stood where she was, watching her quietly.

"...Are you leaving?"

The moonlight shines quietly like broken silver, and the road leading to the outside world is hidden in the dark mountains and forests. Hundreds of years ago, the boy who was hated by the villagers and tolerated by the world turned around and disappeared from her sight on such a quiet night. In the blink of an eye, it was swallowed up by the night and lost sight.

Yae looked back under the moonlight, the corners of her eyes were still moist and a little red, but her lips were already curled up.

"As a person, I actually hate sticky tragedies the most. So you have to write things like the ending of the story yourself."

This false world began to collapse, starting from the darkness, from the hazy and illusory moonlight, like ink, diluted and faded, revealing the original true colors.

"And," Yae said, "I have an appointment with someone."

Undead "monsters" don't love, and that's okay.

Just let me love you.

She runs forward.

Through the darkness, through the long time, chasing the direction where the boy left, she ran forward desperately.

Even if the world doesn't remember, even if everyone chooses to forget——

Good or bad, all of you, I will remember.

……

I love every one of you.

The dragon veins surged out from the surface, and the grand light covered the sky and covered the earth, sweeping towards all directions.

That's the opposite of the end of the world.The ground seemed to be divided by a ruler, and the overflowing dragon veins divided the ruins and the battlefield into two halves. Xu stood alone in the center of the isolated island, and the surrounding beams shot up into the sky, shining like a waterfall flowing backwards.

——Why do people feel lonely?

The dazzling light made people unable to open their eyes, and the others all backed away, but Xu seemed to sense something.He took a step forward, with a click, the black knife hit the ground, he stretched out his hand, and stretched out his blood-stained hand in the direction of nothing——

——If there is a reason, it must be to meet others.

In the next instant, the air shattered like a mirror.

The figure born from the light of the dragon's veins, the cloud-white clothes spread over the skirt, and the tassels and red threads of the former sky crown flow, she is like the rain falling from the sky to the earth, and the spring flowers falling from the branches to the palm, like a bird returning to its nest Like a bird, it finally fell into his arms and returned to his arms.

——To be able to fall in love with others, to be able to give and receive love.

The world was silent at that moment.

Blocked by the river of light, it was the first time that everyone saw a dazed look appearing on Xu's face.

The sultry aura disappeared, he lowered his head, as if confirming something, slowly closed his arms, and tightly bound the person in his arms, imprisoning him tightly, as if he would die immediately even if his arms and head were cut off Will not let go again.

——Because I love you, I am truly alive.

"...empty."

He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to embed his fingers into her flesh and blood, she was almost pressed against him, her bones ached.But what is this little pain? She raised her face and said to him:

"Do you remember what I told you before?"

The surrounding ground gradually collapsed and collapsed, disappearing into the gap of light where the dragon's veins surged.

"For a person like you, you will go down as many floors as there are in hell." Yazhong bent his eyes and smiled with tears in his eyes, "So, take me along."

Come down with me.

Xu lowered his eyelids to cover up the blood-like crimson in his pupils.

When he said yes in a low voice, his expression almost seemed to be smiling.

The pupils shrank, and Yinshi realized that he suddenly stepped forward——

"……and many more!!!"

late.

Xu took a step back and leaned slightly.

The two fell into the light together.

final act