[Gintama Sex Transfer] Investigation on the Employment Direction of Panasonic Private School

He had actually seen this woman before.

The man with the orange afro who was sitting at the low table and was recording something thought so.

On weekdays, Saito, the captain of the third team who used to cover his face with a mask, has always lived in seclusion, so even though there was such an explosive news that a new girl came to the camp more than half a year ago, he only heard about it, and the only number of times he met was also Only one time.

What should I say?

I always feel that the other party is very similar to a girl I once knew, ah, that's right...it's Okita's older sister, Sanye.

In their eyes, they all have the same tenderness towards the people they care about, and even towards the world.

I don't know if the girl is awake...

Closing the diary, Saito finally thought about it for a while, and decided to check on the other party's movements.

Although he is not good at words, but he still cares a little bit.

When he opened the door, the girl with light-colored long hair was sitting up from the tatami, as if she was about to come down to the ground, she raised her head and looked at him the moment he opened the door, The mask still covered the lower half of the face, only showing a pair of eyes.

Saito finally felt a little confused.

How to describe the expression in those pale green eyes?It's like, in a long period of years, wandering, empty and vicissitudes, but there is a kind of sadness like seeing all the dust falling to the ground.

But...Even so, there are a pair of gentle eyes that can make all the heaviness in the heart disappear, soft and a little trance.

"Mr. Saito? Can you leave now?"

The soft voice of the other party made him feel a little unresponsive for a moment, until he regained his senses, Saito finally found that she had walked in front of him.

And he didn't even notice her approaching breath at all!

But... is it too close...

The captain of the third team, Saito, who lives in a pure boy in his heart, is very glad that he is wearing a mask at this moment.

However, not speaking has become an obsession of his.

So, in Songyang's eyes, the young man with an interesting hairstyle just took a step back, turned around, and walked out the door.

Songyang bent his lips and followed.

He was still wearing the ninja uniform borrowed from Yoshihara at that time, which made Songyang feel a little complicated.

To be precise, she has never been a ninja, but a long time ago, for a long time, all she did was work that was not much different from a ninja.

However, I have to say that it is not surprising to her that things will develop to this point.

She tried to resist the heavens and herself, but in the end, she could only pin her hopes on those children.

The young man with an afro led her to the gate of the village, and then stopped. The dark brown eyes revealed by the mask were fixed on her face calmly.

Song Yang blinked and smiled.

"What a careful young man, then, please."

She slightly bent the corners of her eyes, and stepped out of the gate of the village first.Saito was stunned for a moment, a little surprised that the other party could understand his thoughts, and walked up.

The young man with an afro who is accustomed to moving in the dark and elusively walks on the street at a rare speed as slow as a walk, still taciturn.

Song Yang didn't speak, just smiled lightly, walked slowly all the way to the familiar courtyard gate, and said goodbye to him.

"I'm home, then, Mr. Saito, let's hurry back to support Mr. Kondo and the others."

Saito was really surprised for a while this time.

I always feel...the other party is a little different from what I saw before. At that time, although there was a kind of tenderness in the eyes of a child, but now...it seems to be a kind of kind, never belonged to this world from the beginning far away.

Speaking of which, isn't this person worried about her companion?

He was a little curious, but he was just thinking about it, the expression on his face was still paralyzed, he nodded, and his figure disappeared under the moonlight in a flash.

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There is always an end in a thrilling battle.

After knocking down the man from Tenzhoin Naraku, Gintoki really didn't have the strength to get back up again.

Kagura and Shinpachi dragged him back to be bandaged, and finally collapsed from exhaustion, and lay down with him on the floor of the master room, exhausted and fell asleep.

Everything is dust.

The silver-haired man whose whole body was covered with bandages opened his eyes absent-mindedly, and his mind was still a little confused for a while. It was only when Kagura turned over and kicked him on the forehead that his brain fully woke up.

Physical strength is gradually returning.Yinshi sat up and crossed over to the two young men who were sleeping on the ground, found out his own clothes and put them on quickly, after thinking for a while, he walked back and kicked the sleepy and shapeless Shinpachi.

"Hey, Ba, wake up, you bastard, I, Yinsang, was the one who was hurt the most."

The boy with glasses rubbed his eyes under the lens, opened them in a daze, glanced at Yin, and his voice was vague and hard to hear.

"Yin, Yinsang...why are you getting up, the injury hasn't healed yet..."

"Where's old man Musashi?"

"... Yue, Miss Yue Yong took it away..." The voice of the boy with glasses became lower and lower, until finally he turned over and fell into a deep sleep again.

"Tch, a bunch of troublesome brats."

With dead fish eyes hanging down, Yinshi tentatively moved his shoulders, grinning his teeth and frowning amidst the sharp pain.

Forget it, it doesn't seem to be a big deal... Go see if Songyang is awake...

The silver-haired man put the wooden sword engraved with Lake Toya obliquely on his waist, and walked out of the house of all things with some difficulty.

For some reason, he always had an uneasy premonition.

One day, he may stand on the road of rebelling against the world to the end, for the country he wants to protect under his sword.

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"Jin Zhu."

The voice of that person calling his name was very soft and gentle, as if many years ago, in the private school classroom where the sun would shine in, when those pale green eyes looked at him, he would call out his name with a smile Moment.

Takasugi Shinsuke rarely shook his head.

Maybe, in a sense, he finally sent the person who went to hell to the underground prison tonight, so, it is inevitable that there will be some uncontrollable memories.

The light-haired woman smiled softly, sitting under the moonlight, her beautiful face was reflected in the cold moonlight but somewhat soft.

"It smells like blood."

Takasugi's hand that wanted to take off the bamboo hat froze slightly.The purple hair hangs slightly at the corners of his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at the man's gentle smile as before. A large shadow was attached to his face, and his expression was dark and unclear.

"...I killed that guy."

"Tokugawa is determined." The gentle expression on Songyang's face did not change, and there was no surprise or speculation in his tone, as if he was simply stating an established fact, until the words fell, there was a shallow, almost An inaudible sigh.

"Jinsuke..."

Facing the moonlight, she walked around the desk and walked straight towards him, and hugged him gently amidst the man's slightly chaotic breathing and hidden eyes.

"I...I have always hoped that you would not have anything to do with the cruelest side of this world. But, I know that is impossible."

"Songyang..." Takasugi just felt that Songyang was a bit strange tonight, wondering if the other party had experienced the appearance of Amaterasu-in Naraku, and recalled the past, he frowned, and hugged his hands hard to comfort him She, however, was stopped by Song Yang who shook his head slightly.

"I'm very happy...You guys have become so strong...Jinsuke...I know what you're doing now, I know everything."

Sensing the stiffness of the purple-haired man's body, Songyang lowered his eyes slightly, but did not keep silent.

"But, it's okay... I know what Jinsuke is thinking, and my thoughts have never changed."

She paused, then raised her head. In the moonlight, those pale green eyes were a little sad and hazy, and they faintly reflected into his eyes through the long time.

"Matsushita private school will always be your home."

So... even though Yoshida Shoyo no longer exists, but the place that belongs to you will always be at the very beginning, waiting for your return.

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The silver-white figure and the dark purple figure passed by.

The moonlight became more and more dazzling in the darkness.

The old corpse in the pool of blood in the cell gave off an ominous atmosphere.

The man with gray curly hair stood on the cornice, with his back to the moonlight, his face shrouded in shadow and pierced by scars was extremely gloomy. He was dressed in black light clothing, and the imprint on his chest had a bleak look.

"Sure enough, those guys are still disciples of Songyang."

"hazy..."

The girl in pure white uniform appeared quietly behind him, her eyes were calm without any emotion.

"You bastard, are you serious, Mukuro?"

The man didn't turn his head to look at her, but looked forward, a little dazed.

"Or, call you Nobuo Imai, then, join forces with that man, Songyang's disciple, and plan to fight against the sky together."

"...I'm just accompanying Isaburo, and it's ridiculous to be with that guy Takasugi."

"Is that so... I don't know whose wings will fall in the end..."

The girl with long blue hair lost the idea of ​​continuing the conversation. She wanted to raise her legs to leave, but stopped in a sudden sound.

"Those two men, with Songyang..."

"...What do you want to ask, their relationship?"

Obscure was choked for a moment, with a rare expression on his face, he was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"Are those two men strong enough?"

"...I have no idea."

In the two sections of the cornice, their backs are facing each other, their figures are lonely and lonely.

"Those two men, one wants to protect, the other wants to destroy, but, in their hearts, they are still obsessed with the same person."

The light-colored figure flashed in front of his eyes for an instant.

"See her."

The questioning voice was almost a sigh.

For the person who understood what the letter girl was referring to, an imperceptible fluctuation flashed in the eyes of the man, and it took a few seconds before he gave a non-questionable response.

"Yoshida Shoyo no longer exists."

The girl who was once one of the three feathers of Naraku lowered her eyes slightly, her face was expressionless, the expression in her eyes was unclear, and her tone of voice was as flat as water.

"You and I know very well that Yoshida Shoyo has disappeared in this world. What we see now is just a phantom lingering in this world because of your inadvertence. But."

She didn't say that.

Even so, with that smile, she is still Yoshida Shoyo...

Just Yoshida Matsuyo.

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