[Gintama] Silent

"Wig, look over there. Gintoki is also here, seems to be planning to fight Hongying."

Gao Shan sat idle by the boat, his tone full of ease.It seemed that everything that happened in front of my eyes was just a wonderful drama.

The silver-haired warrior on the eaves turned around quickly at this time, narrowly avoiding the attack of the demon knife.

The blade slashed across, setting off bursts of violent air currents, colliding together, making a deafening sound.

"You're still the same idiot as before," he laughed with endless sarcasm and contempt, "that's equivalent to fighting a warship with flesh and blood."

Gui ignored Gao Shan's sarcasm and just focused on the battlefield behind him.

As time passed slowly, Okada's attacks and defenses became slower and slower, and his body couldn't keep up with Yaodao's instructions.

Compared with consciousness, it is more like fighting with instinct.

He observed quietly for a moment, then frowned, as if he disapproved of this cruel practice.

"That man will die, you should understand the consequences of using Red Sakura, right? You are companions, haven't you thought about his fate?"

"This is what that guy yearns for. Even if the final outcome is death, it will be regarded as fulfilling his long-cherished wish."

When forging weapons back then, Takasugi was quite surprised by the subordinates who took the initiative to ask for their orders.

Now that I think about it, it’s probably because people flock together and things divide into groups, that all this happened so naturally.

Okada hopes to become a sword to protect what he wants to protect.

And what he did was just to make the other party get what he wanted.

Whether that guy is chasing powerful figures or defending the Bushido in his heart, he has no interest in knowing at all.

In the final analysis, it is just a moth that is confused by the light, afraid of returning to the darkness, and desperate to fight the fire.

If the sword made by the swordsmith is destined to kill all things, then what kind of existence will the samurai be?

What are they living for?reputation?status?or money?

But no matter what, something that exists firmly in order to follow a goal is always so elegant and beautiful.

"A very simple person, right? But I don't hate it, because I can only see the only road in front of me. On this road, it doesn't matter whether my partner falls or who falls."

So even if one day it was his turn, he would still choose to die without hesitation.

And this is where the two are alike.

Even though they were separated by a distance, their conversation still reached Hasumi's ears verbatim.

It's just that in this situation, she doesn't seem to have any room for talking.

I could only stand quietly beside them, with an indifferent expression of "I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything", and silently complained in my heart.

Sure enough, reminiscing about the past is only suitable for the presence of the parties involved.

I don't quite understand why the governor wants to keep herself here, and it's not right to let her go or stay as an outsider, which made the scene very embarrassing for a while.

There's still a lot of mess to clean up over there, so I really want to find a reason to get away.

However, what Takasugi said just now means...

In order to achieve his goal, can he use any means?Even if it is death, you will not hesitate?

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Renjian would never have believed that his old friend would collapse like this now.

Although the time we spent together wasn't too long, she thought she knew each other better.

Apart from the secondary attributes hidden in his heart, it is impossible to see that he still has a terrible purpose of destroying everything.

Even if he is like this, let alone his companions who grew up with him.

So I can more or less understand Gui's thoughts and feelings—rather than fighting side by side, I actually want to pull him out of the quagmire.

The battle on the roof has reached a fever pitch, and Okada cannot match his opponent's strong desire to fight, and is clearly at a disadvantage.

The silver-haired samurai mercilessly stabbed his defeated opponent's arm with a knife, his eyes were cold and cruel.

However, countless protruding unknown objects bound him tightly, making him unable to move.

After a loud noise, the eaves burst out of the hole, and the two fell heavily into the house.

Being completely controlled by Hongying, she lost her mind, and began to attack anyone without knowing her relatives.

This seems to be... a sign of madness?

It's too bad, Youzi and the others are still fighting inside, not knowing the danger is coming.

Hasumi didn't have time to ask Takasugi beside him for instructions, Hasumi rushed in immediately.

The house is already a mess.

Even she, who has always been good at dodging, had to concentrate all her attention at this time, and be alert to possible critical situations.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Wu Shi being swept up against the wall.

The huge impact caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood immediately, and he could only sit powerlessly on the ground in the end.

"Sizang, what are you doing, kid? Stop quickly!"

A loud female voice came from not far away, and then several bullets hit Okada's body, but nothing happened.

The unknown object quickly hit Youzi, so fast that it was hard to catch with the naked eye.

By the time she could react, the girl had already been thrown heavily to the ground.

Hasumi quickly drew out the sword in his sleeve, and slashed desperately with the greatest strength in his life.Those strange things were in pain, so they could only put down the prey in their hands and shrink back into Okada's body.

She quickly helped up her companion who was lying on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

It wasn't until the other party shook his head slightly that he felt relieved.

It's so powerful... After being integrated with the demon knife, both the strength and the speed have reached the peak, which is beyond the reach of human beings.

Is this the true face of Hong Ying?It was horrible.

But what was even worse was that the man who was able to suppress it before was now being tightly wrapped, with no possibility of escape.

He just closed his eyes, ignoring the calls of his companions one after another, and seemed to be in a coma.

"It hasn't disappeared... Your unsightly light has not disappeared yet!"

Even if he lost consciousness, the hatred was still deeply left in Okada's mind, and no trace could be erased.

The berserk monster held up the red cherry tree, howled and slashed at the samurai in front of him, trying to eliminate all obstacles.

Suddenly, a blue-haired girl landed from the roof and stabbed the knife into his arm. Kagura kicked the silver-haired man out of danger.

Hasumi didn't know the identity of the other party until he heard a conversation between the girl and Tie Ya.

It turned out to be the sister of the knife maker.

It is said that this girl named "Tie Zi" is the complete opposite of her brother, and has a surprisingly simple idea of ​​forging knives.

Even if the technique is not refined and the strength is not strong enough, the only goal is to create a sword that can protect people.

Since then, the two brothers and sisters have gradually drifted away, one went to extremes, and the other was content with mediocrity.

However, after all, blood is thicker than water. This time she brought the samurai named "Sakata Gintoki" to stop her brother from making mistakes.

"careful!"

By the time Lianjian came back to his senses, Okada was already standing in front of Tiezi, holding up the red cherry in his hand as if the god of death had descended.

The people present had no choice but to watch him chop down mercilessly, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

The smoke cleared, only to find the girl sitting there unharmed.

And Tie Ya fell in a pool of blood, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

"I originally planned to give up everything except the knife, but it wasn't until the end that I realized that only you can't give up. With this kind of half-hearted awareness, I will never be able to create any ultimate knife."

"Dedicate everything to forging knives and live, so you are considered a craftsman? Don't think you are anything special, you just find it troublesome, bastard!"

"Being burdened with many things, escaping needlessly, and having no courage to live, stop pretending to be 'I'm a knife maker'."

The silver-haired warrior who had fallen into a coma before finally woke up, broke through the heavy encirclement, got up with difficulty on the ground with a knife, and almost wanted to swallow him alive.

He raised his head and looked fearlessly at the tall enemy in front of him, with a contemptuous smile even on the corner of his mouth.

"Look carefully, what kind of power does the superfluous thing you said have. Your sister blocked the knife forged by the soul, and I will remember it well in my heart."

Hearing this, Okada let out a terrifying roar, and rushed towards him recklessly, with cold killing intent in every step.

And the man just stood there, posing to continue fighting.

The knives collided with each other, rubbing violent sparks, and the world seemed to be torn apart.A section of the blade flew quickly and plunged into the ground, leaving a deep mark.

There was a sudden silence around, and the standing giant fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Tie Ya quietly watched the scene in front of him, and suddenly smiled.

"It seems that the knife I made is still not good enough... Tie Zi, let's become an excellent knife maker."

The girl just nodded, tightly hugged her brother who had closed his eyes, and big tears fell to the ground.

Hasumi stared at the siblings who had cuddled together for a long time, unable to speak.

She silently helped up the senior who was leaning against the corner, Wu Shi seemed to be seriously injured, with blood oozing from his mouth.

During the whole process, the silver-haired samurai just glanced here with his dead fish eyes, and didn't mean to stop him at all.

Even though the blade was still dripping with blood, he seemed to collapse in an instant, and returned to his previous lazy and decadent appearance, and the hostility around him disappeared completely.

I hope that I will never be an enemy of this kind of person in this life.

With the help of her two companions, she staggered towards the door, at a slow pace.

It was already bright outside.

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These chapters are following the main line, so it will be a bit boring ==