[Comprehensive] The Ritual of Blame Evil

It was an abandoned area, where only rats were running around in the deserted place. It looked like a theater house but there were traces of people unexpectedly.

The rose window in the theater has been shattered, and the sun shines into the theater through the broken glass. With the colored glass, the sun is also divided into several colors of light and shines on the people inside. They look like a gang, but They each do their own things, and even have different auras from their bodies. It's hard to imagine that they came from the same place.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood changed the atmosphere slightly, and the momentary solemn atmosphere dissipated again. A figure came out from the shadow on one side, and the hostility carried by that figure was chilling, but Unexpectedly, that figure is unexpectedly small, the whole person is wrapped under the large clothes, only the upper half of his face is exposed, his indifferent eyes and cold breath cut off all warmth, he has an appearance that does not match his age , and his degree of danger is much more than what it appears on the outside.

There were a lot of bloodstains on Feitan's body, even when he walked over, the bloodstains on his body kept dripping down, leaving a trace with his steps, it wasn't an injury on his body, so where did these bloodstains come from? Everyone knows it.

"Wow... so intense..."

The man with a baby face who couldn't be called a boy sighed, even though he was some distance away from Feitan, the strong smell of blood still got into his nose, and Nobunaga, who was nursing his knife, turned his head Looking at Fei Tan, he clicked his lips:

"Tsk, you made it really dirty."

Fei Tan moved his eyes to Nobunaga, looked down at Nobunaga who was sitting on the ground, and said in a low voice:

"You're so wordy, Nobunaga."

Feitan's eyes are small, but the eyes that shot out from his pair of golden pupils are sharp and piercing. Feitan looked down at Nobunaga with a look of contempt, and Nobunaga immediately became upset. The man's old face immediately grinned crookedly and raised his eyebrows with an extremely displeased expression:

"Ah? Long-winded? Who are you calling long-winded? I only said one sentence!"

"..."

But who is Fei Tan? Although he doesn't talk much, he can usually hit the point with one sentence, and the wounded blood is halved with two sentences. It splashed on Nobunaga's body, and Feitan replied lukewarmly:

"Tsk, it's really noisy, the voice is really loud."

"You bastard! Do you want to fight? My voice is loud, will there be that guy Wojin!"

Nobunaga couldn't help growling, Wojin, who was inexplicably named, touched his head in bewilderment, and pointed to Franklin shaking his head helplessly, and held back when he wanted to refute, Nobunaga slammed He stood up much higher than Feitan, but he instantly put his sword out and lowered his body to look at Feitan. Feitan looked at Nobunaga calmly, but moved his blood-stained right hand. The knuckles made a clucking sound, and Fei Tan's special tone was slow and trembling with his own unique smile, saying word by word:

"No, let me pull out your vocal cords to see."

Fei Tan said the usual cruel words, and the atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

"Stop, Feitan, Nobunaga, killing each other is prohibited among regiment members."

Franklin stopped the two of them with his peaceful tone that was inconsistent with his fierce appearance. At this time, Wojin couldn't help muttering:

"Don't you often quarrel with Nobunaga? I'm here to persuade you."

But Wojin's voice can be heard by everyone even if he is grunting. Franklin squinted at Wojin, and then looked away. It is not wise to be serious with a single-celled person like Wojin.

Although Franklin's words did not make the atmosphere between the two of them more rigid, they just stared at each other calmly, as if whoever moved first would trigger a fight.

"...Well... Nobunaga and Fei Tan often quarrel too."

The girl with glasses sitting next to Franklin blinked her eyes and looked back and forth between Nobunaga and Feitan.

Nobunaga and Franklin have been arguing because of disagreements, but Nobunaga and Feitan seem to not only disagree, they just don't get along as a whole.

"Are they on good terms?"

Xiaodi asked Franklin that she joined the brigade relatively late, and she was still confused about the relationship between the characters in the brigade, although she was also confused about most things. She gave half of the answer:

"It can't be said that the relationship is not good. Everyone in the brigade has a past. Before the establishment of the brigade, everyone had a past. Fei Tan and Nobunaga knew each other before the establishment of the brigade. The things between them are not very clear."

Although Franklin was also an initial member of the brigade, maybe Wo Jin knew something about the relationship between Nobunaga and Feitan?Speaking of which, Xiaodi and Franklin cast their eyes on Wo Jin, but the big man also showed a confused expression and asked Nobunaga in puzzlement:

"Huh? Nobunaga, did you and Feitan know each other before? Why didn't I know?"

Well, the guy doesn't count.

"Does the leader not know?"

Xiao Di looked at Kuroro, the man was sitting in front of the rose window, the book in his hand was illuminated by the sunlight behind him, forming the best reading angle, he was sitting on the broken steps with incomparable elegance, his slender fingers were clearly knuckles , the appearance of flipping through the books is a kind of visual enjoyment. When he heard the girl's inquiry, he slowly raised his head, showing an elegant smile, and his voice was extremely gentle:

"Sorry, I don't know much about Feitan and Nobunaga."

But his meaning was inexplicable. Knowing that there was a little bit of meaning in it, Xiao Di was silent for a while, and she found that she could directly ask the two parties:

"Fei Tan, Nobunaga, how did you know each other?"

She was suddenly curious.

Xiao Di's question also aroused the curiosity of the rest of the people. Everyone turned their attention to the two of them. In an instant, the atmosphere of stalemate between the two dissipated without a trace, replaced by a slight change in the face of the two inexplicably synchronized. As if thinking of something bad, the rare Nobunaga and Fei Tan have the same expression.

"Um???"

Xiao Di blinked suspiciously, with wide glasses on the bridge of her nose, she observed the expressions of the two of them through the lenses, they were really in sync.

"Nobunaga? Feitan?"

"Tsk."

Nobunaga and Fei Tan clicked their tongues at the same time, and answered impatiently at the same time, and to their surprise, their answers were very consistent:

"Because of two bastards."

"asshole?"

It's a bit subtle to say this word from the mouths of these two people. As a member of the evil Phantom Troupe, it's really curious that a guy even more bastard than himself can come out of his mouth.

"Oh, what a bastard."

The chivalrous man asked curiously, his baby face showed his thirst for knowledge, Nobunaga and Fei Tan looked at each other in disgust, it wasn't that they hated each other themselves, but the memory recalled at the same time, they were resentful at the same time said:

"A guy who Nobunaga lost to."

"It's a guy that Fei Tan lost to."

The two glared at each other at the same time.

"Pfft! Have you discussed it? So synchronized."

The knight couldn't help laughing, but what the two said made him pay more attention:

"Nobunaga, and Fei Tan, did you two lose to others? Who did you lose to?"

Really super curious!

Nobunaga held his forehead and didn't answer the knight's question. His memory was not as long as that of Feitan, and the time he spent with those two people was even short, but the unbearable memories were vivid in his mind, each of which was very important. His dark history, from shitting without toilet paper to losing in the competition, recalling that period of black history, he wanted to roar and run twice on Meteor Street, Fei Tan stared at the rose window behind Kuroro as if in a daze, He seemed to be thinking about it again, staring at the top with a blank expression, and then answered for Nobunaga in a nonchalant manner:

"Ah, this guy lost to a Curly."

Fei Tan's special tone was slow, as if to let everyone hear clearly, he spoke very slowly, and Nobunaga gritted his teeth with blue veins on his forehead and said:

"I didn't lose! We're going to fight until the end!"

Fei Tan's expression hidden under his collar was a half-smile:

"What joke are you talking about, the knife has been cut off by someone, and you still talk about sparring, you have already lost."

"That was a wonderful clean cut."

Fei Tan added another sentence lukewarmly.

"you!"

Nobunaga stared at Fei Tan, then remembered something and sneered:

"Then Feitan, it doesn't matter if you lose to a woman. I will fight that man, but you can't even beat a woman."

If you just know the current Feitan, no one will think that Feitan will lose. Feitan is the strongest of the strong. Except for Kuroro, none of them will have the idea that Feitan will lose, not only Feitan Speed ​​is a factor, ruthlessness, letting go of life and enjoying the battle is also a bit scary, Nobunaga also thinks so, but he saw Fei Tan lose with his own eyes, or in other words, Fei Tan could not kill that woman no matter what, That's a little more accurate.

Fei Tan was not angry at the words that should have been angry, he looked at Nobunaga very flatly, and stated a fact in a rare tone:

"What stupid things are you talking about, Nobunaga... Among those two people, that woman is the strongest."

Feitan is willing to listen to Kuroro's words because Kuroro is strong enough, he has the ability to convince him, and that woman is the same, Feitan accepts that fact, he can't kill that woman, and that woman has always been the same as in memory. Powerful, even now, he can't confirm whether he can kill that woman.

"Eh? Is that woman that strong?"

Nobunaga opened his mouth in surprise:

"I thought she was coming at about the same speed as you..."

Fei confessed to Nobunaga with a glance, would he not be able to beat her in terms of speed alone? Is Nobunaga, an idiot, underestimating him!

"Hey? Is there anyone else who can compare to Feitan's speed?"

Xiao Di let out a tone of admiration, Feitan's speed was the fastest in the brigade, it was already unbelievably fast, and no one could match it.

"Fei Tan, who is faster, you or her?"

Kuroro finally spoke. What she said meant only Feitan and Kuroro could understand. Feitan's golden pupils stared at Kuroro's jet-black pupils, which were as deep as that woman's. Feitan's black pupils flashed a hint of deep emotion, and then turned into silence, and he murmured in a hoarse voice:

"I don't know... that woman is very strong..."

That woman is very strangely strong, no matter how she progresses, no matter how she becomes stronger, that woman can surpass him easily and simply. Her strength can be achieved in an instant. General ability...

Like a monster.

"Is it……"

If the current Feitan can still say that, it means that he is really strong.

The look of Kuroro lowering his eyes in thought is puzzling, and there is a lot of pity in his eyes...

He still hasn't seen that power with his own eyes...

"it's a pity."

In the end, is Fei Tan the only one who knows the strength of that woman?

"Ano, after talking so much, who is that man, that woman?"

Xiao Di asked as if raising her hand to speak, her words made Feitan and Kuroro's thoughts go back to the short memory of having those two people in the past...

******

Feitan doesn't like Yinshi and Qisha. He can tell himself clearly that he hates these two guys. He must do something that doesn't conform to the way of Meteor Street even though he is in Meteor Street. It's not such a weak thing as naive. , but a deeper thing similar to belief, that kind of nihilistic and ridiculous thing is penetrated by them to the end and even becomes unsolvable and powerful, that man is like this, and that woman is like this.

They can naturally integrate into the life of Meteor Street, but they will not become people on Meteor Street, just like the people on Meteor Street have a taste that emanates from the bone marrow and even soul, which is obvious, special, and clear at a glance, but they are like people from Meteor Street. Refusing to be a person on Meteor Street in the bone marrow, persistent, firm, and sticking to oneself.

So Feitan hates them, they are like the aliens on Meteor Street, even though they live in this land, even if they are integrated into the life here, even if they recognize the people living in this land, they still carry out their so-called Bushido, let Feitan felt that the two of them were people who were not from the same world as him, and he was excluded.

He loathed every word Sakata Gintoki said, every sentence was so naive and weak that it made people laugh, but every sentence was deep and piercing, that man had a heart that was more terrifying than his strength...it was so terrifying that it was disgusting .

******

Two months have passed since I met Nobunaga, and it seems that Nobunaga's partner named Wo Jin can't find anyone, and the boy Nobunaga will come to Yinshi every now and then, the general purpose is to compete with Yinshi After all, there were not many people using knives on Meteor Street, but even though he had only taught him one move with Gintoki, he could tell that this man was much stronger than he appeared to be.

In order to avoid Nobunaga's competition, Gintoki exhausted all kinds of excuses, and just said that he was on his menstrual period.

"Really, there will be such a guy everywhere, Yinsang looks like that kind of fighting maniac, Yinsang is the legendary Peacemaker."

After Gintoki evaded Nobunaga's competition for the 31st time, he pulled Seven Kills to express his heartfelt heart. Seven Kills squatted beside Gintoki at the opposite angle to Gintoki looking up at the sky. She was looking at the ground, holding A slender iron rod was drawing something on the ground.

"If you think it's troublesome, just solve it from the beginning."

Oh, don't look at the small and soft look of Qisha girl, this girl's style is simple and rough, she will always use the most direct method to solve the troublesome things for herself, and then she won't change her mind very much, and she will go faster Just do it directly, as a knife, the seven kills are excellent, but as a girl, the seven kills are still a bit short.

"No way, according to Yinsang's many years of experience, Nobunaga-kun is just another Takashi-kun, and it will only become more and more troublesome."

"Really? You really have the physique to attract trouble."

Qisha propped his chin and said coolly, he had drawn a lot of bars on the ground, and every four vertical lines ran through a horizontal line. If you look at several rows of such bars as a whole, you will find that what Qisha drew is the most The common method of keeping track of dates, Yinshi corrected Qisha's words with a righteous face:

"It's not a physique that attracts trouble. Yinsang is the protagonist. Events happen around the protagonist's side. It's like luck. If you can't stop it, it will happen naturally. Without events, you can't draw comics." Already."

Seven kills looked at the surrounding environment, and asked flatly: "Then we are here now, is the incident happening?"

When he said this silver, he could only cover his face, and he said slowly with a heavy expression and a painful tone:

"No, we're on the wrong set."

As the protagonist of Gintama, why did he run into the manga of Hunter!

"..."

Seven kills counted the lines he drew, turned his head and said to Yin indifferently:

"Silver, we've been here for three months."

They have been at Meteor Street for three months.

Yinshi was taken aback by this number, and he had unknowingly stayed in this strange and familiar place for three months. When he realized that he and Qisha really came out of Meteor Street, it was not a dream. During normal jokes, he began to hypnotize himself, to live well in this place with Seven Kills, and then go back. Although he has no idea of ​​going back, he has always been firm in his heart. One day, he will bring Seven kills go back.

Yinshi stretched out his hand to cover Qisha's head, the girl was sitting very close to him, he slightly exerted force to pull Qisha to lean on his body, this is a habit developed in childhood, let the girl's weight cover On her body, there was a feeling of carrying her on her back. Yinshi's palm covered Qisha's head motionless, and the temperature of the palm was transmitted to Qisha's scalp. Qisha couldn't see Yinshi's hand, but she didn't Consciously looking up, Yinshi's voice came from the top of her head. It was rare for this man to ask her in a low voice in that unscrupulous and lazy tone:

"Ah Qi, do you want to go back?"

Seven kills looked at the sky with calm eyes, she opened her mouth, and replied in a weak voice:

"Go back...where?"

Yinshi shuddered suddenly, although Seven Kills only asked plainly, but it hit Yinshi's heart hard.

Where to go.

For Qi Qisha, she has no place to go back to, except for Sakata Gintoki himself, Qi Qisha has no home.

However, he actually lost her for several years and let her wander outside alone for several years.

Gintoki hugged Qisha into his arms, and the girl's back leaned against his chest. Gintoki felt Qisha's thin body and thin bones, and he couldn't help but sigh how petite the girl was when he hugged him tightly. If Yinshi's tone was more serious, his voice was actually very nice, and his voice echoed in Qisha's ears:

"Go back to Kabukicho, Yinsang's home is there, and it's also your home."

"Yinshi, you want to go back."

Qisha pointedly said, it's not that she wants to go back, it's the same everywhere for her, but she can hear Yinshi's inner thoughts from Yinshi's tone, he wants to go back, back to that Kabukicho .

The corner of Yinshi's mouth curled up when he was exposed, he did not deny Qisha's words, and Qisha did say what he thought in his heart:

"Ah... I want to go back."

He misses that street, misses his master house, whether it's Kagura, Shinbaji, wig, Takasugi, or even the Shinsengumi group, he fucking misses that chaotic street.Even if Meteor Street is real, this is not the place for him to stay after all. He has his own world, his Gintama, and the group of guys who need his protection are still there.

"...Kabukicho, is it that special?"

Qisha raised his head, and was very close to Yinshi's scarlet pupils. Those eyes, which had been lazy all the time, were shining with an intoxicating light at this moment. Yinshi heard Qisha's question and slowly revealed With a naughty smile, he tightened his arms, which meant that he would never let the girl go again, and introduced the most authentic appearance of that street with plain narration:

"Ah, it's not special at all, it's the same as ordinary streets, but... Yinsang likes it very much, vulgar and fierce, gentle and indifferent, with smiles and tears, that's Kabukicho, run by a group of idiots, idiots, idiots, hooligans A street of idiots made up of ladyboys."

Ah, Matsuyo-sensei, Gintoki really lived a happy life.

Seven kills lowered her head again, she recalled what Takasugi said.

But Takasugi’s words are not the harshest, the scariest thing is the thought that pierces directly into his heart. Gintoki’s state of mind has not changed, but Gintoki’s surroundings have changed. There are more and more people, and more and more people occupy the position in his heart, and the silver time she owns is already a small piece of it.

There are everyone in Sakata Gintoki, but there are only Sakata Gintoki in the seven kills.

This is the fate of Xudao style. There is only one master in the life of a knife.

"... Yinshi, if you want to go back, then let's go back."

Seven kills had nothing to do with him and said, yes, it's the same everywhere, Seven kills turned his back to Yinshi, and showed an indifferent smile from an angle that Yinshi couldn't see:

"Where you are, I will be where you are, and it's the same wherever you go."

"..."

What's the matter with this pathetic little daughter-in-law's lines? Why did Yinsang speak like a heartless person in such a tone? Did this girl think something wrong? There is only one thing that has never changed, no matter how many people he knows, how many people he protects, how many people stand by his side, or how many people he has in his heart...

His Ah Qi is always the most special.

It doesn't matter how many people stand beside him, his Qi is firmly tied to his body, there is no need to occupy a place, it doesn't matter how many people he wants to protect in his heart, his Qi is dead What is buried in his heart does not need to be divided into pieces. His Qi, from the beginning to the end, from the past to the present, has not changed. For him, it is as important as his lifeblood!It's an inseparable part of you, Al, something's wrong.

Thinking of Yin Shi, he angrily punched the girl on the head, and growled angrily:

"How can it be repaired! What stupid things are you talking about, why do you think Yinsang wants to go back so much, ah, Yinsang really wants to go back, really wants to go back, I... want to introduce you to Dengshi Mother-in-law, I want to introduce you to Xiaoyu, to the savage girl Miao, whether it’s a gorilla, or a mayonnaise idiot, all of them, I want to introduce you to everyone Yinsang knows, I want them all to know you, Qiqi kill."

Just like that afternoon a long time ago, that young man stood in front of her without hesitation, saying that he wanted to protect her. For the first time, she felt the urge to cry. Finally, someone would be so duty-bound to protect her, and now, it is still that man. , He pulled her into his world and divided his world into half for her.

Qisha didn't cry out loud, but shed tears silently in a place where Yinshi couldn't see.

Sure enough, no one could love him more than her.

"Hey, Yinshi, what if we can't go back?"

Yinshi's face turned dark immediately, he spoke so passionately, this girl actually poured cold water on him, this girl's incomprehensible style really escalated to a certain level!

Yinshi sighed deeply, picked his nostrils naturally, and replied with his usual lazy attitude:

"That, that, let's pretend that we are on a school trip, experience the customs of Meteor Street, and when we go back, tell Xin Baji how we feel in [-] words. I must be jealous of him."

"Is it?"

Why do I always feel that New Baji will complain first.

[You two!If you don't come back, the painting style will become a draft! 】New Baji made complaints about it.