[Gintama Doujin] The Walking Moon

?At dusk, in front of the Matsushita private school——

"Hello, is your name Takasugi?" The dull voice stopped me, guessing who was coming, I didn't look back.

"I just won once, don't be too complacent." Yinshi's voice came from behind, with a bit of seriousness, "Before you miraculously won me this time, I don't know how many times I have won against you." Now, if you really want to win me, you have to make up for what you lost."

I couldn't help frowning, is this guy making sarcastic remarks because he lost?Just as he was about to say something, his voice sounded again: "Come over tomorrow too, but I will definitely win next time."

When I turned around, he had already left with the wooden sword on his shoulders.

I just watched his back leave like this. In the dusk, the wind around was blowing the leaves gently. At that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of my own heart beating.

-

I was punished by my father again and hanged from a tree. The long-term binding made my blood flow poor, and I was unconscious at night.

"There is an idiot flying in the sky." Gui came here at some point, and stood under the tree admiring the way I was hung, "What are you going to do after this?"

This guy really doesn't know how to pick time, I thought vaguely, and replied: "I don't have any plans. If I go there next time, I will sever the father-son relationship."

My father heard rumors that Mr. Songyang of the Matsushita private school took in the children from the neighborhood, and taught some strange things in class to criticize the politics of the shogunate and overthrow the country.I don't think Songyang's words about bushido are credible, but I hope to be such a free warrior.

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Although it was strictly prohibited, I still couldn't help but go to the Matsushita private school. At that time, I probably didn't think the relationship between father and son was so important... Or, I already agreed with Songyang's words in my heart, and no longer Advocating the Bushido of monarchs and ministers, father and son.

From a distance, I saw Songyang teaching children how to read. At this time, a group of people surrounded him: "It's exactly as the rumors say."

I looked back, and saw a man who looked like a tortoise with a samurai bun, tilted his head, and his face was full of gloating: "I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with this suspicious private school, Takasugi, you will finally be let The martial arts hall has been dismissed."

I'm not interested in paying attention to these mad dogs, but his next sentence caught my attention: "This private school is about to end tonight, will Yoshida Shoyo be exiled from here? Will he be escorted? The ronin school of unknown origin What kind of private school does he open, just because he can't figure out his samurai status and fools us about the whereabouts of the samurai."

"You have nowhere to go, just like here. Takasugi, you won't be a samurai anymore."

In the night, I killed them all.

It's not so much for the Matsushita private school, it's better to say that I'm already tired of it.It is better not to be a samurai recognized by them.

Gui told Yinshi about this and told them to escape in the dark.I don't know why he specifically told Yinshi, because I didn't think about showing them any kindness.

"I'm also tired of this meaningless education." Gui said, "Why don't we form a combination of the number one supernatural power and troublemaker in a famous martial arts school."

"A duo from a famous family? It's so ridiculous." Suddenly a voice broke in, breaking the tranquility of the night and attracting patrolling people, "It is a den of evil that cultivates reactionaries for the purpose of subverting the country... …

"The trio of troublemakers from the Matsushita private school, that's right." Gintoki still walked with his back to the full moon, still carrying the knife that never left his body.

Gui and I didn't expect that this guy didn't leave!And Gui even shouted directly: "You!!...why are you here! You clearly told you to run away."

Yinshi picked his nostrils, and his eyes, which were already lacking energy, looked even more dead fish-like: "Then it's about Songyang, why do I have to run away?"

He said something to take advantage of, but he didn't pay attention.All he can think of is—he doesn't treat Songyang like Songyang treats him, at least his position in Songyang's heart is higher in comparison?And... did this guy not escape because he was worried about me?

Gui, like me, probably thought of this matter, walked to his side involuntarily, and we both confirmed one thing——

"Matsushita private school, Yoshida Shoyo's disciple Sakata Gintoki.

"Fellow, Katsura Kotaro,

"Fellow, Takasugi Shinsuke,

"Come on!!"

Pulling out the knife, he shouted out the emotion stirring in his heart, and when he was sure that he was in the same school as Gintoki, he vaguely felt something changed.And I didn't expect that starting from tonight, our final direction is destined to be separation.

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After slashing the knife, he couldn't support himself and fell down. He unconsciously grasped the pistol that fell next to him, and half-kneeled up.

Maybe he could still sustain Yinshi's last knife...but his body couldn't use his strength, and he couldn't stand up tremblingly.

Teacher Songyang seemed to be still standing in front of him, with gentle eyes and a smile like a spring breeze.I murmured to him: "...Teacher, are you here to give me another punch?"

Because I really can't stand up, very tired, very tired.

Barely opening my blood-covered eyes, I stared at him: "Curse me for giving up halfway, and come to stop me?"

Teacher Songyang in front of him suddenly smiled, but disappeared in an instant.When there was only Yin who was also covered in blood in front of him, he looked at me indifferently: "It's gone."

I don't know how many times he had to say it before he could calm down his voice: "Our teacher is no longer here."

The cut on his chest that I cut was still bleeding, and his standing legs were trembling: "We are the only ones who can stop us."

Why can you say such a thing!Body control was back again, and I immediately swung the knife at him, knocking the weapon out of his hand.Unexpectedly, what he received in the next second was his explosive fist: "If you refuse to change, you can only have your own fist to stop you!"