[Lord Gintama] Overlooking the Throne

"Well, my name is Chiha, Yoshida Chiha, please, please give me your advice."

Hiding behind Yoshida Shoyo, the little girl cautiously poked out half of her body, pretending to be timid and looking at the students in Matsushita Private School.

People are always full of curiosity about strange things, even children are no exception.

The purple-haired girl who was suddenly picked up by the teacher one day was wrapped in a kimono jacket that obviously did not match her figure. She had fair skin and a cute appearance. Her light purple eyes were as crystal clear as glass. She pursed her lips shyly, following Everyone greeted lightly.

No one would hate a girl with a cute appearance, and this child was named "Yoshida", so the children in Matsushita's private school were all excited.

When other children in the private school gathered around to ask questions, the girl lowered her eyelids, pretended to be very scared and hid behind Yoshida Shoyang, refusing to come out again.

Just when everyone was having fun, the girl with a keen nature suddenly felt an inexplicable hostility.

The girl stood on tiptoe, looked over the shoulders of the children surrounding her, looked suspiciously at the source of hostility, and then pulled Yoshida Songyang's sleeve.

Yoshida Matsuyo was stunned for a moment, then led the girl over with a gentle smile, leaned over and rubbed the girl's hair comfortingly, motioned her not to be afraid, and introduced them to each other: "Qianyu, this is Jinsuke, Jinsuke, this is Qianyu."

"..." The girl noticed that the purple-haired boy's eyes were glued to Yoshida Shoyo's movements when he stroked her hair, and her eyes showed curiosity.

The little boy who was affectionately called "Jin Zhu" by Yoshida Matsuyo pursed his lips, then walked forward, for the sake of the teacher, turned his face away slightly, and said reluctantly: "I It's Shinsuke Takasugi, a disciple of Master Shoyo."

"Well, hello Takasugi-kun." Bowing at ninety degrees, Yoshida Chiha straightened up and pursed his lips cautiously, "I'm very glad to meet Takasugi-kun."

"This Japanese room is very close to the teacher's study. It is where you live. If you have any important matters, you can go to Mr. Songyang, although I think it is unlikely that you have any important matters." By Yoshida Matsuyo asked Shinsuke Takasugi, who was familiar with the layout of the Matsushita Village School, to bring Yoshida Chiha, and stopped in front of a Japanese room surrounded by pine and bamboo, turned around and told Yoshida Chiha with a blank expression.

"Eh? Yes, Takasugi-kun."

Nodding obediently, Yoshida Chiha was about to take off her shoes before entering the Japanese room, but Shinsuke Takasugi, who entered the Japanese room first, stopped her without looking back: "Don't take off your shoes, anyway, it's very crowded inside." dirty."

As Takasugi Shinsuke said, this Japanese room was empty because no one lived in it for a long time, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the ground.

"I'll ask the wig to come and clean it later." Frowning, he looked at the dirty Japanese room with disgust. After Takasugi Shinsuke cheated his companion completely, he turned his head. Said to Yoshida Chiha, "If there is nothing else, I will leave."

"Hmm... Well, Takasugi-kun, can't I go to the teacher?" Yoshida Chiha tilted her head and looked at Takasugi Shinsuke, with a hesitant tone.

"What's the matter with you?" Takasugi Shinsuke didn't answer her question directly, but his expression seemed to say "You can bother me, but it's better not to bother the teacher".

"Eh? That, that..." Nervously grabbing her sleeves, Yoshida Chiha lowered her head and said like a mosquito, "Takasugi-kun, do you have any extra clothes?"

"Clothes?" Shinsuke Takasugi didn't respond for a while.

"Yeah." Yoshida Chiha nodded, looked at Shinsuke Takasugi, and said weakly, "Because I don't have a change of clothes, and only Takasugi-kun is about the same height as me in the private school, so I want to borrow one from Takasugi-kun." Old clothes you don't wear anymore, okay?"

"..." Shinsuke Takasugi, whose heart was stabbed by the word "height", turned dark and expressionless, "No."

"Then I have no choice but to go to the teacher." Yoshida Chiha glanced at Takasugi Shinsuke aggrievedly, then lowered his head again and muttered to himself, "If you cut him in the middle of the teacher's kimono, you should be able to make two pieces." A new dress?"

"...I'll give you clothes later." Shinsuke Takasugi was silent for a while, and finally compromised.

After Takasugi Shinsuke left, the bored Yoshida Chiha didn't bother to maintain her weak image of Yamato Nadeko, so she sat on the spot, propped her elbows on the bamboo desk, and casually flipped through the A stack of books.

"Don't think about the country's troubles, don't care about the country's humiliation, don't obey the imperial edict, the general's crime is unacceptable, and the people and gods are all angry..." On the paper that fell from the middle of the book, there were written words of pearls, and Yoshida Chiyu rested his chin and guessed listlessly , "Teacher, does he want to respect the emperor?"

It's really boring.

Putting the paper back in the middle of the book, seeing that Takasugi Shinsuke hadn't come back, Yoshida Chiha thought for a while and stood up, and took off the kimono jacket that Yoshida Matsuyo took off for her, revealing that the inside was soaked in blood The sailor suit is almost invisible in its original color.

Like the kimono jacket Yoshida Matsuyo gave her, it was an extremely ill-fitting sailor suit, stained with blood, and there were two holes facing each other at the waist, as if pierced by a knife.

Her long purple hair, reaching to her waist, wrapped her slender body. She tiptoed to take the white porcelain vase from the bookcase and put it on the desk, reflecting her slightly blurred figure .

What would a normal girl do in this situation?

Scream or cry?

Yoshida Chiha looked at herself reflected in the vase with doubts in her eyes.

There is nothing in my mind.

But she will not be afraid when she sees herself covered in blood.

Well, that's weird.

"Takasugi said that there are meatballs here, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

The noisy voice and the wailing sounded at the same time, and Yoshida Chiha, who was puzzled, put the kimono jacket back on her body, and then walked out of the Japanese room.

And under the stairs outside, there was a black-haired girl who fell in a mess, muttering something like "All those who are fighting in front of the army are in the front".

Is this person okay?

Seriously doubting whether the girl in front of her had a broken brain, Yoshida Chiu asked hesitantly, "Miss, are you alright?"

"It's not Miss Sister, it's Gui." Full of resentment, Gui Xiaotaro, who was mistaken for a girl, took a grievous glance at Yoshida Chiha, only to see her shadow in the sun, and then he was relieved, aggrieved Say, "Also, I'm a man."

"..." Yoshida Chiha looked at Katsura Kotaro's black and beautiful long hair, thought for a while and said, "Is it a boy at most?"

"No, I'm a samurai, and a real samurai is a man's man."

"So you are the Wig-kun that Takasugi-kun said." Ignoring Katsura Kotaro's ambition, Yoshida Chiha bowed and said with a gentle smile, "Thank you Wig-kun for coming to help me clean the room."

"It's not a wig, it's Gui." Sternly accusing, Gui Xiaotaro looked at the dark Japanese room behind the girl with hesitation, "Can I ask you a question?"

"What's the matter? Mr. Wig."

Uncommonly, he did not refute the name of his "wig". Gui Xiaotaro swallowed and said seriously: "Well, you are really not a monster, right? Also, I don't think I said I would help You clean the room."

Sure enough, this person's brain is broken.

Yoshida Chiha, who was silently complaining in his heart, still smiled on the surface: "That's two questions, Mr. Wig, you just said that you are a real samurai, right? But you clearly said that you only asked one question, but I asked two questions, which violated the rules you set for yourself, that is, bushido, should you be punished for this?"

"..." Katsura Kotaro, who was stunned by Yoshida Chiha's question, thought for a while, and then argued aggrievedly, "But I didn't ask you two questions."

"The first question that Mr. Wig asked was whether I am a demon or a ghost." Yoshida Chiha explained calmly, "And then Mr. Wig said, you remember that you didn't say that you would help me clean the room. It means that you want to know if you said you would help me clean it, right?"

"Hmm..." Katsura Kotaro, who was stupefied for a moment, nodded and said, "It is indeed two questions. I asked one more question, so I violated Bushido and should be punished."

"Then punish Wig-kun and help me clean the room." Yoshida Chiha said serious nonsense, "Then Wig-kun won't have to do seppuku just because he violated the spirit of Bushido."

"Yeah." Nodding again, Gui Xiaotaro felt that what the girl said was really reasonable and wanted to ask her, "Then can you answer the two questions I just asked?"

"Okay." Yoshida Chiha tilted his head and smiled, "I'm not a monster, and you didn't say anything about helping me clean the room before, Mr. Wig, you forgot, we just met for the first time .”

"..."

Yoshida Shoyo, who was far away in the study room, had long silver hair flowing down from his shoulders, half covered in a blue kimono, sketching and correcting students' homework, put down his brush during the break, and muttered to himself: "Although Qian Yu is very shy But she is a good girl, Gao Shan and Gui will take good care of her as seniors in the private school, but boys are always a bit naughty... I should find a time to tell them well? Not to mention..."

After a slight pause, Yoshida Matsuyo subconsciously looked at the white samurai sword hanging on the wall, his eyes indifferent.

That knife is a killing knife that can confuse people's hearts. At least for now, he can't return it to Qian Yu.

Knives can protect people, but they can also hurt people.

It is often easier to hurt people than to protect them.

"Demon Sword... Yuehua..."

The wind outside the window howled and blew into the room, and I opened a book on the table, and just turned to the page that Yoshida Matsuyo had folded, and the painting on it happened to be this knife.

A peerless famous sword that is as pure as snow, but so cold that it can make people feel cold to the bone.

The author has something to say: a serious and nonsense heroine, and a wig that was sold and helped to count the money!