[Gintama] Immortal

"I want to save that person."

From the past to the present, the people in this world who can say this sentence can be counted on one hand.Even so, Yae never counted the unrecognizable man in front of him.

Lurking in the dark all year round, that figure is always silent and humble, sticking behind Xu like a shadow.Bier would not speak unless necessary, and even if he spoke occasionally, he would only briefly answer orders.He won't look directly into Xu's eyes, his eyes are always downcast respectfully, his cold face maintains the same expression, like a marionette lacking all emotions and desires.

"...that lord's pain, I will end it."

If Xu was present, how would he react when he heard this sentence - Yae seemed to be able to see the playful smile on the corner of his mouth, the red eyes that seemed to be curved, and the condescending expression with a cold mockery.

Some humans would actually want to save him.

Someone actually said that he wanted to end his pain.

How funny, how ironic.

But Yae knew that the person in front of him was serious.

Wrapped in a wide cassock with a body transformed by Xu's blood, the taciturn man rejected her proposal to treat him, and stubbornly accepted his fate of rotting to death.

She withdrew her hand, her fingers drooping back to her side.

"...What a coincidence," Yae said, "It seems that you and I are both for the same person and the same thing, and we have been lingering until now."

She raised her head and said with a smile: "Why don't you just follow my plan for now. If I fail, then it's up to you to decide, how about it?"

Bi's eyes moved, but he remained silent, as if he was thinking about her proposal.

"Even if you want to destroy Xu's heart at that time, I won't stop you."

Yae paused: "You can take this as my request."

Bi looked at her for a long time, but there was no emotion or temperature in that gaze, it only made people feel deep, and it contained all that a person could give in his life.

"...Okay." He said hoarsely, "I promise you."

"Thank you."

The negotiation should be over at this point, but Yae looked at the rest of Naraku, who seemed to have no self-awareness, and had always lived as a tool of political struggle.

"You next..."

There is a place to go.

The turning figure stopped, Bi didn't look back, and the other Naraku didn't make a sound.

Amaterasu-in Naraku was born out of emptiness, and died with emptiness.

After Xu disappeared from this world, they would naturally be annihilated in the dust of history.

They live in the shadows and die quietly.

This is the common destiny of all Naraku, as Naraku is destined to bear life.

... have you ever regretted it?

The question didn't make sense to Naraku.

Hoarse crows came from the treetops, one long and one short, echoing in the forest without a destination.

Yae turned to look.

There are no crows on the empty branches.

……

Wisteria is planted in an ordinary yard, and the wisteria hangs down from the pergola, shining like a brocade waterfall.

The breeze blows, and the blue sky is high and far away.Yae pushed open the door of the backyard, and the teenager sitting under the eaves immediately followed the movement and looked over. She lifted the cardboard box in her hand and announced happily: "I packed soy sauce dumplings."

Yinshi wanted to complain about her expression, Gao Shan didn't respond, his eyes were fixed on the boy the whole time, but Gui Sanbu ran over in two steps, and took the cardboard box in her hand very intimately.

Yae resisted the urge to touch that smooth black hair.He grew much taller than when he was a child, and she couldn't quite reach him.

"Children at this age should eat more sweets." Gui coughed lightly.

Yinshi twitched the corners of his mouth: "...Who used to always follow behind me and say that eating too much sweets will cause tooth decay."

Gui looked solemn: "It's a wig, not Gui."

... Hey hey hey, he abandoned the settings and morals in an instant, this person!

"Come on, teacher." Gao Shan picked up a bamboo stick very calmly, and handed the soy sauce dumpling to the boy's mouth, "Sweet."

The governor of the ghost army started talking nonsense, the governor of the ghost army.

Yinshi and Gui's eyes suddenly became complicated: I didn't expect you to be such a Takasugi.

Takasugi didn't care about the reaction of the two of them at all, he just acted as if he didn't see Gintoki.

After finishing the first serving of soy sauce dumplings, he picked up the second serving naturally.

With a slap, Gintoki suddenly pressed Gao Shan's hand, and the two were secretly competing, one desperately passed the soy sauce dumpling in front of the boy, and the other desperately pushed it away.Yinshi smiled dryly and squeezed out a voice from his throat: "Eating too much sweets will cause tooth decay."

Gui was heartbroken: "Won't your conscience ache when you say this, Yinshi?"

"Won't your conscience ache, Wig?"

"Fake Trump has no such thing as a conscience."

The three of them were noisy, they didn't look like adults for a while, they looked like teenagers competing with each other.

Yae went along with the last bamboo stick, leisurely finished eating the sweet, glutinous and salty soy sauce dumplings, licked the sauce on the tip of the bamboo stick, and then said:

"Can I borrow it from you, Mr. Terrorist, who hasn't slept a wink for two years?"

She said this while looking at the boy, but the bamboo stick turned towards Gao Shan.

"Of course." The young man bent his eyes and smiled gently and brightly, just like the elegant and elegant teacher back then, "I think we may want to go together."

After a slight pause, Yae put on a serious expression: "I promise to solve the problem."

"Let's go, Jinsuke. Lend me a few minutes."

The detached courtyard building occupies a small area. In addition to the master bedroom, there is also a small Japanese room. Opening the window, you can glimpse the morning glory entwined on the bamboo fence.Those bright purple flowers are facing the sun, and the color of the petals is gradually blurred from the inside to the outside, like colored ink dripping on the rice paper.

With his left eye closed, Takasugi sat by the window, his expression was a little distant, as if he was lost in thought.

Yae knew that his attention didn't go far, he just listened to the movement from the courtyard, his lonely and stern face softened because of this focus, and he didn't even notice it, it seemed that he would soon be able to The smile on the lips.

Yae didn't want to disturb this rare and precious time, but she still opened her hands towards him and asked:

"To what extent has it been worn out?"

Takasugi turned his head slightly, and looked at her without expression.

"Jin Zhu," she said.Her tone seemed to remind him of another name - Songyang.

Takasugi finally moved, he raised his hand, and Ren Yae supported his wrist.

Those were a pair of hands that had been holding knives all year round, with distinct bony joints, so white that the veins under the skin could be vaguely seen.

The undead blood flowing in Takasugi's body is like a well that is about to bottom out, revealing the traces of jaggedness and dryness.

Yae refrained from frowning.

"Did you really not sleep a wink for the past two years?"

"Busy is really busy." Gao Shan curled his lips.His eyes were black and blue, which was a kind of abnormal fatigue, as if every moment of waking up was exhausting the little vitality left.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the courtyard, his usually cold and knife-like eyes softened.

Yae was silent for a moment.

"Your body organs have lost the ability to operate on their own, and now they are all dependent on this little bit of undead blood. If the blood dries up, your organs will fail and die immediately."

She smiled and lowered her voice: "Mind if I restart it for you?"

Gao Shan looked at her: "Can it be done?"

Yae blinked: "The higher the degree of fusion with the dragon veins, the stronger the ability will naturally be."

Altana is the source of life for the planet. It can activate the cells in the dead body and restore the function of the failed organs.

Of course she wouldn't prolong people's life without authorization, but... if it was a boy she watched grow up, she couldn't let him go.

Only this time, she silently swears in her heart.

Just this time.

She probably won't have the chance to interfere with people's birth, old age, sickness and death in the future.

As sharp as Takasugi, he frowned imperceptibly.

Sensing his vigilance, Yae took his hand slightly before he could speak: "Jinsuke, I once said that your life is your own."

But the blank space in the future also belongs to you.

Now that Songyang is back, it seems that the man who is going to burn to ashes with the era finally has a reason to stay in this world.

Please stop taking your own life so lightly.

Please live normally.

No need to be a hero.

No need to be a great victim.

With friends, with teachers, and with many important people—ordinary, troublesome, just live as human beings.

Yae lowered her head and pressed it against the back of Takasugi's hand.

She lowered her eyes slightly, begging him for an important treasure like a child.

"Jin Zhu." She called out in a low voice.

He compromised.

……

The moonlight that night was particularly gentle, hazy like a soft veil, shrouded mistyly.

The breeze blows over the pergola covered with wisteria, and the clustered petals are swaying, covered with a layer of silver by the bright moonlight.

"Eightfold." The clear boyish voice.

The man stood under the moonlight, smiling at her with crooked eyebrows, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time, waiting there since the beginning of all the stories.

Yae tilted his head, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice: "Should I call you Songyang?"

"With the name I remember now, yes." There was something focused in the other party's eyes, and there was a slight light shining when looking at her, like the sparkling water surface under the sunlight.

"There are so many things you need to remember." Yae lazily leaned against the pillar, "There are too many miscellaneous memories, and it's really hard to sort them out for a while. It's quite troublesome to live for a long time."

"It's okay." The boy who should be called Songyang said, "You are in all my memories."

"Oh," Yae sighed, "It's a little hard to forget me now."

He smiled softly: "Yes, so I won't forget."

In the moonlight, the flower shadow swayed silently.

The boy's fingertips touched the corner of her clothes, and the clear voice lowered slightly, softly: "Can I touch you?"

From eyebrows to nose tip, cheekbone to jaw.

The clouds covered the moonlight, and the night sky seemed to drop a curtain, and the field of vision suddenly darkened.

In the darkness, the other party leaned slightly and covered his warm and soft lips.The soft kiss fell on the corner of the lips, like a dragonfly on water, like a dream that faded away at the touch of a finger.

Yae came back to his senses.

"'I've always wanted to do this. "The boy lowered his eyes, covering the dark red in his eyes.

I have always wanted to touch you who exists in your true form.

"...Sorry." He withdrew his hand, rolled his eyes, and smiled softly again.

Yae looked at him for a moment and didn't answer what he said earlier.

"Songyang." She said suddenly.

"Are you going to fight to the end this time?"

The boy's voice didn't hesitate: "You know my answer, Yae."

Yae laughed.

She looked up, the wisteria flowers were hanging down from the pergola, and the moonlight flowed down like water again, turning into mottled broken silver between the flowers.She let out a long breath and suddenly relaxed.

"Hey, Matsuyo," Yae said to him softly:

"Do you want to be human?"