[Gintama] Silent

Takasugi finally returned to the camp stationed in the depths.

The morale of the army was very low, and the entire command group was in a state of desperation.

The faces of the three companions looked very haggard, and the dark circles under their eyes were too heavy to be ignored.

He stood outside the tent, and before he could say "I'm back", he saw the wig and Chenma flying towards him immediately.

When the two idiots hugged him, the wound was painful, but he just wanted to hug them back tightly.

Only Yinshi said in a rather displeased way, "Tch, this guy is not dead", and he didn't even hide the smile at the corner of his mouth when he spoke.

And he, as always, bumped back.

It seems like everything is back to how it was before.

They still hand over their backs to each other on the battlefield and have a good fight.

Even though blood wets the bandages and stains the clothes, he laughs without hesitation in front of the enemy.

When the war was suspended, they would go shopping in Huajie with friends and discuss which girl was the prettiest.

Takasugi had never participated in such an occasion, and sat beside him as usual, drinking flower wine without saying a word.

Yinshi still laughed at his Mensao for being shy and out of gregarious, while he would desperately argue with the other party, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, he drew his sword at each other.

Although the ending is still behind the number of defeats, it adds a lot of color.

Despite this, Takasugi felt keenly that something was quietly changing.

Maybe Yinshi sat alone on the roof, staring into the distance without speaking for a longer and longer time.

His preoccupied appearance made him, who was always at odds, start to feel faintly worried.

Perhaps Chen Ma gave up fighting against the barbarians and went to the universe to start a business, leaving only the three of them still struggling.

Losing the hearty laughter of the past, even the atmosphere around him became more dignified.

Perhaps a formidable enemy pressed on, causing their armies to retreat to the point where there was nowhere to go.

All the efforts I have made seem to be in vain, falling short.

All forebodings stop on that cloudy day.

Defeated, they were taken somewhere and met a man they hadn't seen for a long time.

Songyang knelt there, his body was still straight, without bending at all.

No matter how many winds and rains he has experienced, he is always calm and calm, as if all the suffering can be wiped out with a smile.

Takasugi suddenly wanted to burst into tears at that moment, and all the sadness and pain in the past seemed to dissipate in the wind.

This encounter has been rehearsed too many times in dreams, and now it can finally be staged in reality.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be a farewell.

Only one side can survive between them. This is a choice given by the shogunate, and it is also a punishment.

Gintoki hadn't moved for a long time, and stood with his back to him and the wig, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Takasugi looked expectantly, hoping that the other party would remember the agreement between the two.

That was the life-and-death entrustment he gave on the battlefield—to protect the teacher no matter what, even if it cost him his life.

But the companion didn't seem to think of it at all, and just stepped forward slowly, every step he took was full of helpless desolation.

"No... no, I beg you, please stop!"

For the first time, he bowed his head to the person in front of him, begging humbly, as if exhausting all the strength in his body.

But the hysterical shout seemed to be blocked by the wind, and the light reflected by the sharp blade accidentally stung Takasugi's eyes.

Songyang showed a gentle smile, holding the book in one hand, and swung his fist at himself with the other.

Holding his beaten head, he stared fiercely at the culprit in front of him.

All those scenes that happened before suddenly flooded into my mind, and in the next second, it turned into a silent lip word from the teacher.

But at this moment, there is nothing I can do, I can only watch the silver light flash by, drawing an arc without a trace of warmth.

The world after that seemed to be completely silenced, and then slowly collapsed and became fragmented.

"Silver time!"

He desperately broke free from the shackles, and strode forward towards the lonely figure.

Yinshi still stood on the edge of the cliff, ignoring the shouts behind him.The strong wind blew his clothes, blurring his thin figure.

The blade that flew not far away suddenly pierced into the left eye, and the severe pain finally made Gao Sugi stop.

"Don't waste the lives your mentor saved for you."

The deep male voice resounded in my ears, echoing endlessly.With sympathy and pity, every word pierced hard into my heart.

He knelt down powerlessly on the ground, allowing the enemies of the Heavenly Guide to subdue him, as if he had lost his soul.

Songyang's hair fluttered in the wind, Yinshi's eyes dripped with transparent liquid, and the blade that was close at hand had a white light.

These scenes finally reflected in the left eye are forever sealed in darkness, never to see the light of day again.

The eyes are already scarlet.

It was a color that even tears could not wash away, mixed with pain, reminding them of their weakness over and over again.

The downpour of rain penetrated through the clothes, drenching a heart cold.

Takasugi didn't understand why one day, even his companions would overlap with the enemy and stand opposite him.

He could only close his eyes slowly, letting the coldness wantonly corrode his body.

Gintoki left the battlefield, leaving only him and the wig struggling to hold on.

The Yiyi faction retreated steadily, almost powerless to fight back.

It sounds so sad and ridiculous that a samurai can't even successfully defend his own country.

But Takasugi wanted to laugh at his powerless self.

The ghost soldiers were wiped out by the shogunate, and only he escaped with his body covered in scars.

The brothers who were closest and made a life-and-death covenant now all fell to the ground in disarray.

Even if he died, he would not rest in peace, but just stared into the distance with his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and resentment.

But he couldn't even erect a complete tombstone for them.

It turns out that carrying so many lives on the shoulders is such a heavy feeling that people can't breathe.

He stumbled on the road, but he didn't know where he could go.

Without a home, without a teacher, without a companion, I have nothing now.

I just want to go back to the place where the girl was, seeking the last trace of warmth.

However, the world failed him once again.

The house that was once so familiar is now empty, messy things are piled up all over the floor, and dust flying all over the sky is slowly stilling in the corner.

Everyone is quietly telling what happened here.

Gao Shan looked at everything that was empty in front of him, and suddenly had the urge to look up to the sky and laugh.

Why wasn't he the one who died in the first place?Obviously, the one who should go to hell the most is himself.

If Yinshi's knife had slashed at his head, the teacher would have been able to survive, and the Ghost Soldier would not have been wiped out.

If he had died on the battlefield as soon as possible, the girl who had taken the risk to save her would not have clashed with the heavenly man who had returned and ended up like this.

These people who are supposed to be safe and secure are all willing to sacrifice their most precious lives for the sake of their ineffective selves.

He really couldn't repay such a great kindness.

But he can only continue to linger in this world with heavy shackles.

It was probably during that time that Takasugi suddenly discovered that alcohol is an excellent thing.

Only when he is very drunk can he close his eyes a little and enjoy the beauty of Paradise.

In the dream, Songyang's smile was still warm and soft, leading a group of students on the road in the countryside.He followed behind, staring intently at the teacher's tall back.

Yinshi held the wooden sword in his hand and ran towards him aggressively.The wig desperately stood in the middle, pulling the two of them to eat the rice balls they just kneaded.

Hasumi read the book quietly by the dim candlelight, her delicate brows were furrowed and smoothed.

He woke up from his dream with tears in his eyes, only to find that there was no one around him.

The world is still running non-stop, and so are the ants who have worked so hard to survive here.

The injured left eye has long been restrained by layers of white bandages, and Takasugi has become accustomed to squinting at people unconsciously.

The tobacco burns slowly in the pipe, curls up into a ball, and finally disappears.

He can't remember the feeling of trying smoking for the first time. He only knows that nicotine can bring instant relaxation and indulgence to himself.

So do women.

Their bodies exude a pleasant fragrance, which sets off the brightly lit Yoshihara even more extravagant and gorgeous.

Then, wrapped in desire, spend one meaningless night after another.

But nothing can fill the emptiness in my heart.

A few years, maybe just a flick of a finger.

Takasugi's dreams no longer appear beautiful light and shadow.

Songyang's broken head flew into the air, and the brothers of the Ghost Soldier stood up and fell down again. A large amount of blood stained the uniforms, condensing into a thick dark color.

He woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and the cold sweat on his body soaked his clothes.

The headache seems to be about to burst, and the monster in my heart is still writhing in pain, desperately clamoring to avenge the dead companion.

The roaring sound was clearer than before, and it all came into his ears.

He finally woke up from nothingness, his eyes were no longer cloudy.

The future is endless darkness, but there is a bright light that breaks the short silence in front of you.

Anyway, it's all about destruction, so why not join him.

Takasugi was holding an unburned pipe, and his voice was full of evil charm and temptation, making it impossible to resist.

Then slowly turned around, leaving a firm back.

Footsteps began to sound continuously behind him, and gradually became uniform.

The leader pulled down his bamboo hat and hid his face in the dark shadows, but he couldn't hide the wanton smile on the corner of his mouth.

If destruction can make the monster in his body stop moaning/groaning, then he is ready to die with this decaying world.