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

Life on the run is not so easy.

Although the person next to him is almost the strongest existence in the universe, once there is a weakness in his heart, he will no longer be invincible and invincible.

The shadow of the crow was always with them, and it didn't give them much chance to breathe. Several times, in order to take care of him who was weaker in the tutorial, that person was almost noticed by the pursuers, but luckily he escaped narrowly.

He is so fond of the future that person described for them.

That beautiful future can only be imagined before he wakes up from danger every time he dreams back.

How beautiful the dream is, the reality will always be out of reach.

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I don't know if it is the shadow of the sword or the saddest self deep in my heart that floats in front of my eyes.

What are you kidding...that person, how could that person...

The silver-haired man's eyes widened in vain, and he had lost all the strength to resist. He just stared blankly at the knife slashing towards his neck, at the person holding the knife, the familiar face and the With a strange expression of shock, in those green eyes that should be warm, there is only endless indifference and killing intent.

"Silver sauce!!!"

He couldn't hear who was calling his name.

If this is a dream.

He wished so much that he would wake up from the dream in the next second, open his eyes, and see that person's smile.

Lively and gentle, the smile that belongs to Yoshida Shoyo is like a flower.

It wasn't until the night rabbit girl behind him grasped the knife full of absolute killing intent with both hands with all her strength, that Yinshi woke up a little bit, listening to the painful voice of the night rabbit girl gnashing her teeth.

"Are you kidding! This is not Sister Songyang! Silver sauce, cheer up!"

But he didn't know how to pick up the knife in his hand and aim it at the person he swore to protect with his life.

Seeing that the silver-haired man had been completely engulfed in the mist, the chestnut-haired boy who was panting fiercely looked at the bloody hand of the night rabbit girl, and clenched his teeth.

What a joke, Sister Songyang would not do such a thing, what did this person do to Sister Songyang!

With the last of his strength, he clenched the pistol in his hand, and swung the knife at the familiar but unfamiliar figure again.

And he didn't even touch a single strand of hair before he was slapped through the chest by this woman named Xu.

Okita struggled to vomit blood, restrained Xu's hand even more forcefully, and together with Kagura temporarily controlled Xu's movements.

"Danna! She's not Sister Songyang!"

They were all telling him so.

No, not that person.

It's ridiculous.

The silver-haired man held the knife with trembling hands.He seemed to raise the corners of his lips, but there was a faint glimmer of water in the corners of his eyes.

"Disappear, undead."

Facing that person's face with a strange smile, he said so.And forcefully raised the knife and swung it down.

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what can we do about it.

In the middle of the night, the man was covered with a thin quilt and seemed to be asleep, but Chen Ran didn't fall asleep. He just got up quietly, and the man woke up instantly, looking at him with those pale green eyes.

"What's the matter? Go to sleep for a while, you still have to hurry. Don't worry about the chasing soldiers, I have set up traps nearby."

Looking at the gentle face of that person, he clenched his fists unconsciously, only feeling that the soreness in his eyes was dry and bitter.

The big disciple of the private school around him, but he couldn't share any danger for the teacher he respected and loved, instead, he was protected by that person all the way, like a useless burden.

At this time, he really began to doubt himself a little.

If not for him.

If I'm not here.

Are you able to go to the pines and cypresses you yearn for without hindrance?

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The knife slashed on the shoulder, making the sound of the flesh being severed, and the glaring blood gushed out into Gintoki's eyeballs.

The long light-colored hair was splattered with blood, and the woman with that beautiful face kept holding the knife. She didn't seem to mind the blood splattered on her face, and her empty eyes seemed to be about to suffocate. On the body of the silver-haired man, he slightly hooked his lips.

"You are very good, but unfortunately, that's all there is to it."

Kagura and Okita, who had no more strength, lay down on the ground panting, only watching Xu's shoulder that had been cut in half slowly healed in the gunpowder smoke, leaving only blood stains to remind them, What happened just now was not a dream.

Destiny is the most ridiculous thing.

The silver-haired man bowed his body so that he would not fall down, raised his eyes vigorously, and imprinted in his mind the eyes of the woman with black wings and light-colored long hair standing in the raging flames of war, who regarded everything as an ant.

The scene that he had deliberately forgotten many years ago began to flash before his eyes again.The choice that had to be made, the sharp hands raised and lowered the knife, the pale head that was not breathing.

Why do people want extravagant miracles that are as illusory as flowers in mirrors and moons in water?

why.

Why do you feel that the lost person can really come back to you?

"So, now you can't kill me."

There was the roar of explosions and the smell of sparks in the air.People who were far away from the battlefield began to take the opportunity to retreat. Although they were shocked by the scene before them, they still thought it was just a conspiracy. Kagura and Okita did not want to fight. You can't die here in a moment of anger.

"Quick, get out of here first."

Kagura cast a resentful glance at the woman who had the same face as a gentle, light-haired woman, gritted her teeth, and hurried to help the injured believer.

The chestnut-haired boy was full of gloom, tried his best to breathe calmly, and shouted at Gintoki who was still in a daze.

"Dana! Get out of here first!"

The silver-haired man seemed to have never heard of it, just quietly, painfully, and tired, looking at the person standing in the ruins.

In the vast smoke, the man's light-colored long hair fluttered lightly, hunting and whistling like a winding snake, as if quenched with deadly poison.

Those pale green eyes, through the sky, seemed to be looking down on the small and pathetic things, just looking at him quietly like that, the blood on the cheek made that delicate face look extremely strange.

It was the face he dreamed of every time he fell asleep.

That was also a nightmare that he could not get rid of from now on.

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Songyang has always liked that child.

How to put it, for her, the hands that can only be taken away all the time, if she can save something, she will feel that she has been redeemed, and she can get closer to her original appearance as a human being.

Ah, by the way, the child's name hasn't been mentioned yet.

That child was the child she picked up from among the dead bodies.

His name is Oboro.

Of course, that was the name she had chosen for Oboro.

This is not a suitable name for an assassin, but Matsuyo didn't intend to train Oboro as a successor at all, but Oboro seemed determined to follow her, so he just learned those sword techniques that he wanted from her. He also completed many assassination missions in a decent manner.

Oops, I seem to have forgotten to explain that her identity is the twelfth head of a troublesome organization. That organization is marked by crows and spiders, driven by power, and doing work in the dark. .

It's certainly not a fun job.She couldn't remember how many people she had killed, but slowly, she got tired of the self who only took the lives of others.

If there is no hazy appearance, perhaps, her life will lose the most real side in the endless nothingness.

So say it.

At night when there would be pursuers appearing at any time, and there were occasional breaks for rest, Songyang raised his eyes to look at the boy who was obviously sleepy and nodding, but still stubbornly wanted to watch the night for her, and slightly bent his eyes.

It was great to meet you, Oki.

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