[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

Ever since he was imprisoned in Naraku's dungeon at Amaterasu, Song Yang hadn't spoken a word to him.

That is of course.

——Because he was betrayed by his most trusted disciple.

The gray-haired man squatted down in front of the cell door, replacing last night's meal.A man in a plain kimono was kneeling by the wall. Although he couldn't see his face, he knew that his eyes were closed.

It was the same in the past.In the long blank time after killing people, Xu, no, Songyang will sit quietly with his eyes closed for several days.His time is too long compared to ordinary people, so long that he doesn't know how to squander it.

Staring at his back, he didn't realize that he had been staring too long until the guards changed their shift.

"Boss," the guard in Naraku's battle uniform pointed at Song Yang quietly and asked, "What should we do?"

"I'll handle it."

The man with a cold face left the dungeon and returned to his room.His temporary residence was in a secret room above the dungeon, small and quiet.

After entering the secret room, he could no longer control the smile on his face.

Huge, huge sense of well-being.

Such a terrifying sense of happiness made his spine tingle.

A voice inside the body speaks.I caught you.I have you.

In order to save him, Songyang once dripped the blood of immortality into his body.But now, the blood belonging to Songyang flowing in his body completely boiled when he captured the man with his own hands.

It is still boiling now.Such fiery and restless blood seems to break through his physical body, break out of the shell, and find his true master.

—Shh, be quiet.

He has got it.He's back.

So happy, Oboro.

-

The headquarters of Tianzhaoyuan Naraku is actually near the shogunate.An inconspicuous small building surrounded by cherry blossoms as bright as blood.After he was rescued, he spent his childhood and youth in this small building.

The leader of Tianzhaoyuan, who has been wearing a crow mask, does not let him interfere with Naraku's affairs.Asking him why, the man frowned slightly and said:

"Get too deep in here and it'll break."

The Naluos who came and went here all looked dull and hurried.Except for the need to convey information and whisper in the ear, it is basically impossible to hear human voices.He was a child of a humble servant family, and he didn't dare to speak at ordinary times. He could only quietly pass a cup of tea to the leader when he was reading and writing, or help him grind some ink.

Occasionally, I accidentally knocked over the teacup.

"...Damn the villain!"

"You don't deserve to die. Just wipe it off."

The leader rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pale arm.He took a towel from the dim bucket, wrung it out, and wiped away the water stains on the table.

Before he knew each other, he had heard a lot of rumors about [xu] in the house of the master he served.Everyone said he was terrifying, bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

When approaching that man, except that he doesn't like to talk, he is actually no different from ordinary people.

Even softer.

"Hazy, be careful."

Going to get the quilt that was blown to the cherry blossom tree, the leader looked up under the tree to prevent him from falling.

"Although the blood of immortality can make you heal quickly, the pain will still hurt."

When he stepped on the air and fell down the stairs, a swelling bulged on his forehead.The leader put down the pen he was writing, and stretched out his hand to gently rub his forehead.

In fact, there is a feeling.The leader with an indifferent expression and red pupils who is very gentle may be the complete Yoshida Shoyang.The Yoshida Shoyo who appeared later appeared because he used all the "goodness" in his personality to forcibly suppress the "evil" for 500 years.

Where did the suppressed part go?I don't know, and I don't care.

At that time, he was almost drowning in Songyang's smile.

(If I don't leave Amaterasu-in Naraku, Oboro won't leave either.)

Songyang in casual clothes sat on the tree trunk, shaking his feet.The opened eyes are gentle light green, just like the field in early spring.

Yoshida Shoyo was born because of himself.

(What name should I choose? Oboro can just click a few words on this list.)

Putting the assassination list accidentally brought out in front of Oboro, the man said with a smile.

(Why... that's too unlucky!)

(No. Because it is the name that Oboro chose, so I will be blessed.)

Yoshida Shoyo's name was given by himself.

——So Yoshida Shoyo is his.

It's his alone.

-

He squatted at the door of the prison door.

It has been a month in a row, and the food at the door has not been touched.He thought for a while, opened the cell door, and walked in with a new dinner plate.

"Eat it."

Even without old age and death, physical hunger and thirst are torture.Oboro, who was bestowed with undead blood, has experienced this point many times.

The man with a gentle face closed his eyes as if he was asleep.Staring at his drooping eyelashes, a very violent sense of irritability suddenly surged in her heart.

"Eat it."

Grabbing the man's long hair with one hand, forcing him to look back.Song Yang slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. In the dark dungeon, his pupils were like emeralds, deep and beautiful.

He only glanced at Lu, and immediately let go of his hand.He put the dinner plate by Songyang's hand and said:

"Your students are on the battlefield."

"why?"

First time hearing him speak.

"Go to be a warrior against barbarians."

"why?"

Still asking questions, the voice is very low, as if asking himself.

Hazy got up and left.

-

In fact, Songyang was not the only one detained in the dungeon.

At that time, the Tokugawa Shogunate's Kansei prison was in full swing, but any samurai with a little bit of thought would be thrown into prison as a "rebel".Such a massive movement naturally needs to borrow a lot of manpower from Amaterasu Institute Naraku.

In this way, Song Yang was able to spread the idea of ​​freedom and enlightenment in the village school for five years without being arrested, mostly because he was covering for him.

The dungeon is divided into eight floors, and the lower the level, the more dangerous the identity of the detainee.And the bottom two floors are where Naraku of Tianzhaoyuan was tortured.

The darkest and cruelest place in Amaterasu-in Naraku is here.

Those are the things that can really break the human spirit.

It is rumored that most of the instruments of torture were invented by the founder Ieyasu.The old man disdained things that tormented the flesh, and had always devoted himself to creating tools that could directly injure the spirit.Most of the time, he will use the imaginary as an experiment to observe where the limit of human endurance is.

When helping Songyang escape for the sixth time, he was also fortunate to experience something that the first-generation leaders could not bear.

(The teacher is my sun.)

In the end, I was only forced to ask this sentence.

(He is my sun.)

The man repeated the phrase over and over, then laughed.

-

At the age of 14, he was discovered by the Narakus on the way to escape from Tianshaoyuan Naraku with Songyang.In order to let Songyang live the life he wanted, he stepped into the dirty mud, a place that Songyang repeatedly emphasized not to fall into.

But he felt very happy.

Amaterasu Institute Naraku's rigorous assassination training, human blood poured down on him like a torrential rain, still did not make him feel sad.Just imagining the teacher living freely and happily under the sunshine outside, he feels physically and mentally satisfied.

(How is the teacher doing now?)

I wrote many letters to him, but never sent them, and burned them in a dark secret room.

At the age of 16, he got the chance to move freely alone for the first time.Putting on his casual clothes and bamboo hat, he quietly went to see his teacher at the Matsushita Village School.

(I saw the teacher today. The teacher seems to be doing well, and the Matsushita Village Juku is well established. Are all the juniors obedient?)

Still full of happiness, I wrote to him.

In the following three years, every once in a while, he would go to see how Songyang was doing.It's usually at night, just look at it from a distance and leave.

Song Yang is stronger than him, if he gets too close, he will be discovered.

(I saw a silver-haired child today. Teacher...)

Will you think of me occasionally?

I didn't dare to write the second half of the sentence.

Seeing the children of the Matsushita village school holding a waka book, it may be that Matsuyo is teaching them waka.So when he wrote a letter to Songyang, he also copied two lines of waka.

(Yelan is white, and the bridge is full of frost. #160;)

After finishing writing, he still put the paper on the candle and lit it, staring at the fire light in a daze.

There is no doubt that he has a kind of love for his teacher, but if he uses love to describe it, it is too narrow.Facing the brilliance of the sun, man is humble.

He didn't dare to be possessive, he just loved with all his heart.

At least, that's how he was at the time.

The man who grew up in Tianzhaoyuan Naraku became more and more taciturn, with a frosty face.But only he knows that sometimes his heart is like churning magma, and sometimes it's like a deep seabed.

He was always wandering between the sweetness of love and the pain of separation, and this kind of torture really made him overwhelmed.

The turning point was when he appeared in front of Songyang.

At that time, he was already one of the three feathers of Naraku, and had a certain degree of control over Naraku's movements. Because of this, he was able to do his best to divert his gaze every time Naraku was about to approach Songyang.

But this time is different.Songyang was directly witnessed by the eyeliner lurking in Nagato Hagi.That eyeliner seems to be the priest in the village, who has been observing Songyang for several years.

However, for some reason, he had witnessed Xu a few years ago, but he reported it to Amaterasu-in Naraku five years later.

As a reward, his biological brother was released from death row in the Kanjun Prison.And as punishment for being late, his head fell into the dust.

The man who had always been as indifferent as ice panicked like never before.He hastily disguised his face and rushed to Songben Village to inform Songyang.

Run, teacher, to a safe place.

I was going to tell him that.

But Songyang smiled at him.

"May I ask who you are?"

In the past, I only dared to stare from afar, and I couldn't even hear the voice of speaking clearly.Now people are right in front of my eyes, talking to him with a voice as gentle as the spring breeze in March.

Probably in the past few years by the children's side, his temperament has become so gentle that he will smile at all strangers, even if he is facing himself wearing a mask, the warmth in his smile is quite a bit.

teacher.teacher.

It's me, teacher.Do you remember me, teacher.

There is a child's voice inside, calling out over and over again.

The collapse starts here.

A corner of the smooth surface was broken, and looking through the crack, there was deep darkness.

When Naluo went to capture Songyang, Songyang had already fled with the children.Immediately afterwards, Xu came back with a knife and killed the vanguard of 78 people.

Leaving aside the whimsical arrest plan, since someone leaked the news, the organization must be purged.

Oboro was taken into the eighth dungeon, tortured to extract a confession, and was forced to ask about Songyang's whereabouts.He said he didn't know.The sun is probably in the sky.

At last he was led into the deepest chamber.He was put on a special eyepatch, his hands and feet were bound, his ears were plugged, he was locked in a soft leather case whose hands and feet could not be stretched straight, and then he was thrown into a deep underground well.

Perceived deprivation.It is said that it was one of the most hated punishments for Xu, who was used as a test product back then.

He thought he was going crazy.He thought that his whole life had passed, that Naraku of Tianzhaoyuan had perished, and that no one remembered that he was locked up here.Even without the delivery tubes that filled his body, he was immortal, which made him desperate beyond hope.

When he was fished out later, he realized that only three days had passed.

"The man who got the blood of the void, become the acting leader."

The man who let him out just told him so.

He went back to his small room and wrote a letter to Songyang with trembling hands.He wanted to tell Song Yang that he was safe.

But his severely damaged consciousness couldn't keep up with his movements. By the time he realized it, the word "teacher" was already written on the letter paper.

(teacher teacher teacher teacher teacher teacher teacher)

Then it was written from the table to the floor, and then to the wall.

In

The teacher is his sun.

Since it belongs to him, it shouldn't shine on others.

He has given too much.

Probably no one in this world will pay more than him.

He wants something in return.

He wanted the sun to shine on him alone, to be his light alone.

Lying on the cold ground, the man's expression was very calm, so calm to the point of coldness.

——As long as the teacher comes back.

As long as he comes back, it doesn't matter if you kill him.

The broken corner of my heart completely collapsed.