[Lord Gintama] Overlooking the Throne

In the early morning of the next day, dawn is approaching, the morning light is faint, and the wild grass in the wind is trembling in the bleak cold wind.

The huge merchant ship broke through the calm river, and the handsome young man standing on the boat with a calm smile vomited when the boat just docked.

After a long while, the cheerful young man in armor laughed and greeted them: "Ahaha, golden time, wig, long time no see, ah, yes, you are Ueda, right? I am Sakamoto Tatsuma, please Give me more advice, ahahaha."

"It's Yoshida." Yoshida Chiha corrected calmly.

"Ahaha, I know, Ueda."

"It's Yoshida."

"Ueda."

"Yoshida." Emphasizing the pronunciation, Yoshida Chiha smiled, "My name is Yoshida, Yoshida Chiha."

"Ahaha, I said I knew it, Ueda." His shoulders sank, Sakamoto Tatsuma looked at the heavy samurai sword on his shoulders, continued to laugh haha, and then slowly turned into a dry smile, "cough , it’s Yoshida.”

"Yeah." Putting Yuehua back into the scabbard, Yoshida Chiha didn't change her smile, "Then please give me more advice, Sakamoto-kun."

Sure enough, Chiba who became serious was scary.

Katsura Kotaro and Sakata Gintoki, who had something to hide from Chiha Yoshida, were silent at the same time: "..."

"..." Shinsuke Takasugi sneered beside him.

Those important armaments were personally prepared and escorted by Sakamoto Tatsuma, the dragon of Guibang. They first traveled by water, disguised as ordinary merchant ships, and then transferred to land.

Yoshida Chiha was responsible for assisting Sakamoto Tatsuma in this escort mission.

"Then I'll go first." After the members sent by the ghost army briefly inspected the goods, Yoshida Chiha stepped onto the deck of the merchant ship.

The breeze caresses, the water ripples, the willows hang down on the bank, the willow branches blown by the wind stir the water, the water is gurgling and sparkling.

She turned her back to Sakata Gintoki and the others, and when the boat gradually moved away from the shore, she suddenly said without turning her head: "Hey, you guys, absolutely don't lose."

"..." There was a trace of astonishment in his eyes, looking at the girl standing upright, Sakata Ginshi's red eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied, "Ah."

……

It was midnight three days later.

The stars and the moon are gloomy, the sky is full of dark clouds, and there is a potential for mountain rain to come.

Wearing a cassock, Gui Xiaotaro raised the brim of his hat slightly, stood on the noisy and noisy street, looked up at the magnificent building decorated with lights and festoons in the center of the city, his eyes flickered with hostility.

Teacher Songyang was locked there.

This is the news brought back by Ueno Yuu, a classmate of Matsushita Village School - not long after the war against barbarians began, he, as the heir of the Ueno family, was brought back to the shogunate. Although his positions were different, Katsura Kotaro still firmly believed that their beliefs Undoubtedly the same.

Katsura Kotaro and Takasugi Shinsuke, who was sitting in the teahouse pretending to be entertaining, and standing in the corridor, staring at the bat hanging upside down under the eaves, looked at each other as if distracted by Sakata Ginshi, and took the lead in hiding in the night .

Shinsuke Takasugi got up from his seat, nodded to the members of the ghost army disguised as attendants in the teahouse, walked towards the most beautiful building, stopped in front of the complicated and strong palace gate, and waited for the guards With puzzled eyes, he took out the invitation card from his bosom, smiled and said calmly: "I am Sato, a samurai of the Sendai domain daimyo, and I was invited to attend Uesugi-kun's birthday."

"..." After taking a look at the invitation from Gao Shanjin's assistant, the guard shouted loudly, "Open the door——"

"Squeak" - the door was slowly opened, and there was a lot of laughter and joy inside.

On the high wall, in a place that no one can see, there is a blue figure, passing by in a flash.

……

"Boom--"

It was the sound of thunder that was about to tear the sky apart, and pieces of dazzling white light spewed out from the silent clouds.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the dark clouds all over the sky, like a group of galloping and roaring wild horses, condensed and boiled, and then pressed down together, as if standing on the top of the wall, they could touch it.

With the sound of "哗啦啦", the rain suddenly fell, pouring down, slapping the ground, splashing layers of water.

"Miss Misaki, where are you going—"

The voice of the companion shouting loudly was almost inaudible in the pouring rain.

The sound of hurried footsteps, followed by the sound of pushing the door, made Yoshida Chiha, who was counting the armaments in the warehouse, slightly stunned, and followed the sound.

There were bursts of thunder and lightning like mountains.

Holding on to the door frame, the panting girl was drenched in rain, then she slumped and sat on the ground while holding on to the door frame.

Another slender, zigzag-shaped white light pierced down from the depths of the clouds like a sharp sword, unscrupulously split the thick clouds, touched the green mud ground, and burst out countless sparks. It shines as bright as day.

"What's wrong with you, Misaki-san?"

Together with Yoshida Chiha's voice full of doubts, there was a roar of thunder that boiled and exploded.

The girl kneeling on the ground slowly raised her head, her beautiful face did not reveal the slightest expression.

Those dark green eyes that are usually gentle and calm are now golden like the sun, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Qianyu." She opened her mouth, her voice fluttering like a butterfly struggling in the rain, "He's dead."

"what?"

"Hey, Qianyu, you asked me before, what is my ability, right?" The skin on the girl's neck was so pale that even the deep red blood flowing under the skin could be clearly seen, she covered her right eye with a trembling right hand, only Leaving one equally beautiful and weird golden pupil looking at Yoshida Chiha, empty and lifeless, "Qianyu, I can see the future."

The rain pattered, hitting the ground, and the water flowers bloomed and splashed, soaking the marble floor.

Tears fell suddenly, and her voice was full of crying: "Obviously no matter what I do! I can't change that, that future full of despair and cruelty. Why do you want me to see those futures again! No matter what I do! Do it, I can't save those people, but I can only watch them die again and again, clansmen, family members, companions, what can change the fate of the Misaki family! I..."

Hands slipped from her face, she lowered her head, clutched her dress tightly, and begged helplessly: "...the future or something... I really have had enough! Already... don't want to see it again... "

The girl's tears are crystal clear and transparent, like ice and snow that will not melt in spring.

"... Mayumi." His eyes flickered, and he placed the register on the container casually. Yoshida Chiha sighed silently, and then showed a smile as bright as the warm winter sun, but his expression was unprecedentedly serious. "Your prediction is not absolute, is it? Otherwise, why would the world think that you can 'change your fate against the sky'? Since it is a future that can be changed, then there is nothing to be afraid of. It is the kind of tragedy that no one wants to see. The future is up to me to change."

……

As long as he encounters Mr. Matsuyo, even the resourceful governor of the ghost army Shinsuke Takasugi will lose his mind like a trapped beast with a prisoner at its end.

So when it was discovered that the so-called birthday of the head of the Uesugi family was actually a trick to catch a turtle in a urn, Shinsuke Takasugi had no way to get out immediately.

The geisha who sings and dances is not a soft ribbon, but a sharp dagger.

The lanterns on the pavilions are not exquisite lanterns, but burning arrows.

What covered the ground was not the red carpet of flowers, but the glaring blood, which slid down the samurai sword in Takasugi Shin's assistant, and condensed on the ground into a winding red snake, which was overturned The banquet table condensed into a vast ocean of blood.

What was soaked in the sea of ​​blood were the corpses of the guests who just laughed at Yan Yan, but drew their swords at each other in an instant, together with the broken white porcelain, and the food crushed by the soles of the shoes.

"Ha, Takasugi, you can't do it anymore, can you?"

Deliberately speaking sarcasm, seeing the rocket facing them, Sakata Gintoki showed a slightly helpless expression, "The troublemaker hasn't brought me back the latest "Shounen Jump", I haven't If you have mastered such a nirvana as Crescent Moon [Wow——]Chong, it’s really not reconciled to accompany you, the second middle school division, to control your death here like this.”

"..."

"...Hey, Takasugi, there are a lot of flaws in the sentence I just said, for example, 'If you don't finish saying the name of Yueya Tianchong, it will sound very obscene', "Yueya Tianchong or something is definitely in the Plagiarizing Strawberry-kun from the studio next door, or something like that." Dodging to avoid the stabbing sword, Sakata Gintoki, who was already exhausted, slowed down a bit, and was stabbed with blood, and he stabbed the knife with his backhand In the man's throat, panting heavily, he smiled casually, "Don't keep silent, just set the death flag casually."

"Heh." With a low laugh, the samurai sword in Gao Shanjin's assistant slashed straight down, and before the shogunate samurai in front of him fell down, it had already pierced into the arm of another person, and he stirred it with his backhand. He slashed down expressionlessly, showing fierce eyes like a lone wolf at night, and his tone was the same as usual, "I was just thinking, it's something to be thankful that we deliberately sent Misaki and Qianba away."

After a pause, he raised his head and glanced at him. Standing in the shadow of the eaves of the pavilion, Katsura Kotaro nodded and smiled slightly: "As for the death flag, Gintoki, I, before taking back Mr. Songyang, will definitely won't die."

"..."

There was a sudden explosion, and in the violent shaking, the shogunate soldiers holding bows and arrows on the pavilion fell down one after another. In the flames, Shinsuke Takasugi calmly chopped down the enemy in front of him, put his knife back into its sheath, and looked at the collapsed building , amidst the messy cups and plates and corpses strewn all over the ground, she smiled treacherously.

At that time, Sakata Gintoki faintly realized that even though his teachers came from the same school and he admired the same person, in the torrent of the times and the ups and downs of fate, they would one day go on completely opposite paths.

Just rub shoulders and leave from now on.

It's just that he didn't expect that day to come so quickly and so tragically.

As a result, for a long time after the war against barbarians was over, whenever he closed his eyes, he would think of it.

Can't sleep well at night.

That was... a scene comparable to hell.

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