[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

Going around, and back here again.

But being a prisoner is really a long-lost experience.

Xu Xu, who came out at the time when Songyang's consciousness was weak, raised his eyebrows with interest.

Of course, this is not the first time she has been imprisoned as a prisoner, although most of the time she is deeply feared and disgusted by human beings——

monster.

But now, this body bears the name "Yoshida Songyang", and no one knows her true identity except that man, and that man can also imprison Songyang in this small cell with peace of mind.

The so-called giving without asking for anything in return will eventually lead to the day when patience runs out and you fall into an eternal night from which you cannot turn back.

From the beginning, she had anticipated this day.

Suddenly, my head began to throb.

"you're awake?"

Xu Xu's consciousness was gradually pulled back into the darkness, and she saw those pale green eyes open peacefully.

Songyang.

Yoshida Matsuyo.

I'd like to see if you have any means of persuading me——

Songyang, who just woke up, stared at the cold ground for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

But this time Xu didn't take the opportunity to snatch her body, he just sat in the blackness and stared at her expressionlessly.

"Next, what are you going to do?"

"here it is……"

"Naraku's dungeon in Amaterasu. Can't you recognize it?" Xu's tone was full of sarcasm as always.

"Do not……"

Song Yang shook his head and sighed again.

"Of course I recognize it clearly."

She thought that when Yinshi and they grow up and move towards their respective futures, she will retire. Shi Ye will one day be able to cure her who is empty.

From the day she met with Oboro, she felt that there was hope in her life again, that monsters that can only snatch can also save someone, be trusted and relied on by others, and be able to walk out of another possibility on the bloody road to the underworld.

——It's really wonderful, if her hand can save someone.

When the child was buried by the falling boulder, the monster who had not yet become a man felt the heart-rending pain of loss for the first time.

It's not that she couldn't kill the pursuers one after another, and then dig Oboro out from under the boulder, but the child was willing to give his life in order to fulfill her long-cherished wish of not killing anyone.

That was a precious agreement, and she could not and would never allow herself to tarnish that determination.

——Then she met the young Gintoki on that battlefield.

Of course, that kid had natural curly hair that reminded her of Oboro, and a soul that couldn't be shattered even if she was dubbed a "ghoul."

——That must be another redemption for the monster.

Then she finally fulfilled the agreement with Oboro, gathered the group of children under the pine tree, taught them to be loyal to the Bushido in their hearts, taught them to protect their souls, and taught them to fight against their weak self through the existence of the Matsushita private school.

Monsters with nothing left finally find their way to become human in innocent children.

——However, she still fell into the trap of trying to escape.

The gray-haired man was hiding in the dark corridor, silently watching Songyang.

It has been a week since Songyang entered the deepest dungeon of Amaterasu-in Naraku.

She sat in that corner all the time, didn't speak, and didn't open her eyes, but when the jailer brought food, she would give the little girl who was the jailer a smile.

Just like that day when he was looking for the leader of the fleeing organization in a panic, when he looked up, he saw her sitting relaxedly on the tree, shaking her feet happily, and her warm smile dazzled his eyes.

——Such a warm smile.

"leader."

The messenger from Division [-] delivered a message.

"The general invites you to go."

"I see."

Hazy nodded, and finally glanced at the light-haired woman who was silent in the dark dungeon, and then disappeared from the darkness.

"he's gone."

An empty voice came from his mind, and Songyang opened his eyes.

After Oboro brought her here, he walked swiftly, killing her so as not to appear in front of her.

Several times, Songyang noticed that he was hiding in the backlight at the corner, looking at her with scorching eyes. At that time, Songyang didn't know how to face her as a big disciple, seeing that he refused to show up, He could only turn his back on the cold stone wall.

It was undeniable that she, too, was relieved.

She couldn't figure out what he wanted.

She and Oboro were separated for eight years.

She embraced the warmth of human beings in the place of light, while he lonely repeated the bloody road she had walked.

It was her wishful thinking that she could protect him, but she left her first big disciple behind at the very beginning.

—The jailer who guarded her was a little girl with dark blue hair.

The little one is kneeling upright in front of Songyang's prison door, with a round face that reveals childishness, eyes that are as beautiful as rubies like silver, with an indifferent expression, but serious like an adult with a sullen face, serious Watch her every move.

Who set the precedent for the introduction of child labor in Naraku?Songyang couldn't remember either, so he complained a few words, and when he looked at the child, he felt sorry for him.

There are not many female students in the private school, and the few who do not like to act like a baby with her for various reasons.In fact, Songyang is sometimes a little lonely. Compared with noisy boys, as a woman, she also wants to be relied on by well-behaved girls.

The serious appearance of the blue-haired little girl reminded her of the female student in the private school who always sat in the last row and didn't speak, and it was a bit like Yinshi when she first met her.

When thinking of Yin, her heart suddenly became soft and messy, and the hand that wanted to poke the other's cheek was hidden in the sleeve, ready to move.

"what's your name?"

The little blue-haired girl tilted her head and looked at her blankly, as if hesitating whether to answer her. After a few seconds, she spoke slowly.

"I'm Mukuro."

The blue-haired little girl spoke without fluctuations in her tone, and her voice was dry and dry.

"I know, your name is Yoshida Matsuyo."

When the hazy aura disappeared, the child would answer her questions with curious eyes. As soon as Ruuoyun appeared, she would put on that expressionless look again and quietly perform the task of the jailer.

The little girl named Mu is obviously not as sensitive as an ordinary Naraku member, but in Songyang's eyes, she is just an ordinary little girl.

She wrote this word on the ground closest to the prison door with a piece of broken stone picked up in the corner of the dungeon.

During this process, Muke stared at the movements of her hands with those red eyes that could not see any emotional changes, and then slowly approached until he sat down in front of her cell door, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"what is this?"

"This is your name."

"My name? Why is it on the ground?"

"Because I wrote your name on the ground."

"Is this just writing?"

"That's right, do you want to try it too?"

"...Can I do it too?"

"Try it."

Songyang handed the broken stone to Mui, and holding Mui's hand, he wrote down this somewhat complicated word stroke by stroke, and carefully marked the pronunciation.

"It's just such a word, do you want to try it yourself?"

Most of the students in the private school were once illiterate country children, and Songyang also taught them one by one in this way, letting them learn from the name and show the possibility of life step by step.

And Mukuro was just a child.

Songyang looked at her, and sometimes thought, if they hadn't met in this place, this child could have had an ordinary childhood, like any child in the private school, running freely in the sun, following his own heart to act. Every choice in life.

She just doesn't want to let go of this chance to change.

——Xu has been watching all this all the time, and occasionally when Songyang is in a trance, she will playfully suppress her consciousness, open these dark red eyes, look at the blue-haired girl who is silently writing, and bend lip.

Mukui, who has always been extremely sensitive to breath, looked over with a blank face, and paused for a while on her pupil color, showing confusion.

Xu Xu magnified his smile, his expression looked extremely gloomy in the dark night, Mukuo's body froze, he took a step back reflexively, and quietly glanced at her with puzzled eyes.

"Stop it……"

Song Yang frowned slightly, shrugged his shoulders to make way for her, closed his eyes and opened them again, the pale green replaced the desirable blood red.

"Is that right? I'm very sorry... I have a slightly complicated problem with me, did it scare you?"

Muke stared at her with his empty red eyes, as if confirming that the color of her eyes would not change, he shook his head and nodded quickly.

When she continued to quietly write on the ground, Songyang looked at her, and couldn't help but recall the children in the private school, and sighed.

what are they doing

During her absence, did Gintoki, Jinsuke, and Kotaro take good care of themselves?

Will Jinsuke be taken away by his family, which has abided by the rules all his life?

Did Yinshi find a job to support himself?

Has Kotaro set foot on the battlefield against barbarians?

Have the other children returned to their parents in good condition?

I really want to... go back to them...

"What are you still holding on to?"

Xu would sometimes ask her inexplicably.

"That man betrayed you, he also broke the agreement with you, and even used our immortal blood to take away the organization you and I established."

"What are you still holding on to for him?"

"Don't you want to go back? Don't you feel that you were saved by the warmth of human beings?"

"—Just get out from here—"

"do not talk."

The person with eyes closed opened his mouth suddenly, startling Mukuro who was sitting by the cell door and was about to fall asleep.

"Songyang?"

His pale green eyes opened, apologetically.

"Sorry, the bad boy of the body is making a fuss again, and I'm not blaming Mukuro."

Be gentle, all the voices of people who shouldn't be in this kind of place.

Mukuro nodded slightly, lying on the wooden railing silently looking at the light-haired woman smiling at her.

She knew that person's name, "Yoshida Shoyo", and she pronounced it right.Just call that person's name, and that person will show a nice smile.

She liked the man's green eyes, and the gentle tone in which he called her by name.

——But there seemed to be a fierce and strange existence in that person's body.

Occasionally, those beautiful green eyes will turn red like blood, and the expression is completely different and cold.

Is that also Songyang?

Naturally, she wouldn't ask Omo, who is the leader, about this kind of thing, so she asked tentatively while Songyang was reading the newspaper she secretly brought in.

"Songyang...that, the...bad boy on you..."

what is it then.

Songyang was stunned, bent his beautiful eyes, and said with a smile.

"How should I put it? Everyone lives with another self that they can't reach a consensus with. In simpler terms, there are some things you don't want to do, but there is a voice in your body saying,' It's ok, just do it and don't worry about anything else'."

"With such an irresponsible tone, another self who wants to vent his painful emotions that will cause harm to others, such an existence."

Muku nodded in confusion. In fact, he still didn't fully understand what Songyang wanted to express, but Songyang didn't seem to want to continue explaining, but just stretched out his hand to signal Mu to get closer.

"Have you got the paper and pen? Well, let me teach you how to read some haiku today."

Maybe something can be changed.

Songyang looked at the girl who was quietly copying by the prison door, and sighed.

This is her second week in prison.

Then that night, a special person came into the dungeon.

All the guards were withdrawn, and a chunky man who was about to enter his old age stood in front of her cell door accompanied by Oboro.

"It's been a long time, Xuqing, no, maybe I'm calling you Yoshida Songyang?"

It is Tokugawa Dingding, who is now under the control of Tiandaozhong and is a general of a country.

Since Xu was recruited to the present, the Tokugawa shogunate has been the No. 13th generation. Speaking of it, even as Xu, it is difficult to have any positive impressions of the No. 13th general in front of him.

The other party is undoubtedly the most cowardly, and also the generation that is best at playing tricks. Even though he hates and fears the existence of Xu from the bottom of his heart, he still drives her as the most convenient weapon to use the wings of the Yata Crow to create several political murders. The surnames ordered to be removed will never be kept alive.

"Abandoning the organization that was established by one hand, and going to such a rural place to confuse people—are you really that ghost who hates humans? Or have you already decayed from the inside of your body—"

The man who was sitting in the center of the cell with his head down slowly raised his head, and his blood-red eyes looked coldly outside the cell.

"Mr. Dingding."

She chanted this title as if she was dealing with something insignificant that wasn't worth mentioning.

"You have to know that even if I'm in a cage right now, it's easy to take your life - there is no need to doubt the strength of Xu Xu."

"you--"

Tokugawa Dingding took a few steps back, his face was pale and he was sweating coldly.Of course he knew the strength of the woman in front of him, which was terrifying and powerful enough to be called a monster. The Tokugawa family had restrained such a monster for more than three hundred years.

Originally fleeing from Amaterasu Temple Naraku, it would be a lose-lose thing to catch her back—no, for that immortal woman, there is nothing in this world that can kill her.

But she is willing to enter this prison that has no effect on her for the insignificant rural children.

As if he had finally realized something, Tokugawa decided to show a happy smile.

Such a monster actually has a weakness that only humans have——

"Speaking of it, Yu Qing, there is a lot of fresh blood on the battlefield against barbarians. I originally thought that after cleaning up, it would no longer be a good thing—you said it was to take back someone who was trapped in a big prison?"

Before leaving the dungeon, Tokugawa must have said this in a malicious tone, and only he himself knew that under such killing intent, he really thought for a second that he would be killed.

But it's really a joy to make that monster show a shaken expression.

The current general who was twisted as a puppet thought so.

Standing in the empty corridor, looking at the light-haired woman who bowed her head without saying a word, she finally couldn't help but speak.

"Those guys, your students, are all on the battlefield."

The author has something to say: Hazy... You are the closest person to the teacher