cloudy day

It was already afternoon when we dawdled back home.He took a hot bath while drenched in water, and pulled out something to eat from the refrigerator in a hungerous stomach.Then it suddenly occurred to me that that guy Shenwei didn't come back last night.

Shouldn't it be a good thing he didn't come back?

Sakata Gintoki, who was drinking strawberry milk, felt that he was so happy that he could forget about the unpleasant re-encounter with Shinsuke Takasugi today.A phone call pushed him to another bottomless extreme.

On the other end of the phone, Sakamoto Tatsuma rarely smirked or called his name wrong on purpose, but Gintoki felt ominous for no reason.

That's exactly what happened.

Sakamoto Tatsuma said: "At the time, Nakamura Kyojiro was attacked in the ward and died after rescue efforts failed. In addition...someone witnessed Takasugi Shinsuke in the hospital..."

Later, Gintoki didn't listen to Sakamoto Tatsuma's words.

Because of the buzzing in his ears.

The tinnitus was like a tidal wave, obliterating Sakata Gintoki.

Putting down the phone, and sliding slowly, slowly, against the wall, onto the cold floor.

Sakata Gintoki buried his face in his knees, grabbed his tangled curly hair vigorously, and remained silent.

The air is also stagnant.Breathing the air that Komaru couldn't breathe, his skin was as cold as a corpse, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

This world...is too small, too small.There is no room for a Koma Inu who is ready for rebirth.

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Sakata Gintoki remembered a long, long time ago.He was alone in the port full of bloody corpses, broken arms and limbs, frantically looking for living companions among the corpses.

He saw the middle-aged man who was showing off to him the photo of his little daughter the day before yesterday, staring at the dark and dark sky above his head with wide eyes, a big hole in his abdomen, and his intestines dripping all over the floor.He saw the handsome young man who had just had a girlfriend not long ago was pierced by a bullet, blood was splashed all over his face, and his beautiful eyes were also dimmed.He saw the young man who was always following him step by step and calling Big Brother full of longing. His face was mixed with tears, sweat and blood. His left thigh was cut off neatly by a knife. The liquid also dries up and sticks to the rough concrete floor.

He carried the panting and moaning man on his back and walked towards the headquarters step by step.The wound on my right leg stings with every step I take.But he was numb.The cloudy sky, the humid air, the sticky touch of blood on his fingertips, the smell of blood in his throat, his heavy eyelids, none of these had anything to do with him.

He even forgot what he was doing.Like a robot, just remember to go forward and not stop.A robot can have no heart, so it won't hurt.

Then he saw Takasugi's pale face.

Sakata Gintoki heard his dry voice say to Takasugi in a longing tone: "Aoshan, save him...he..."

Gao Shan stretched out his hand to touch the cold body behind Sakata Gintoki, his deep green eyes were full of unbearable.

Takasugi said that by the time of Yin, he was already dead.

Silver, he was dead.

Holding the long knife still dripping blood in his right hand, Takasugi stood in front of Nakamura Kyojiro who had a big hole in his abdomen, and said to Sakata Gintoki, Gintoki, he was already dead.

Takasugi's pale face was like a dark flower suddenly flashing in the night.Like a ghost, it is a cruel piranha.

He is dead.

Sakata Gintoki clearly heard the sound of his own blood coagulating a little bit.It's like standing naked in the ice and snow.Sakata Gintoki felt his eyes darken.

Nakamura Kyojiro's pure and clean smile came to mind.His rare candid thanks still echoed in his ears.The only thing that can be touched now is the body that has gradually become stiff and rotted due to a little bit of hypothermia.

Every cell in Sakata Gintoki's internal organs was screaming for pain.

Invincible.

"Gao, Shan, Jin, Zhu——!!!!"

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If Shinsengumi hadn't sent someone to look for him, Sakata Gintoki would have gone desperately to Takasugi Shinsuke with a knife in his hand.

However, seeing Tagusa-kun, who was still alive and kicking in the morning, now lying on the hospital bed with scars and powerlessness, only made Sakata Gintoki's determination to kill Takasugi Shinsuke more firm.

"The opponent is the elite of the Ghost Soldier, and the young master only had a few guards around him at that time... When our people received the news and rushed over, the young master was already unable to stand still, but he never fell down... Fortunately, the young master did not It's a vital injury, otherwise I don't know how to explain to the master..."

The middle-aged man with cold facial lines was chattering uncharacteristically, and Gintoki Sakata looked at Toshiro Hijikata, who was covered in bandages all over his body, expressionlessly.

The man glanced at Yinshi Sakata's face, he was a little angry for some reason, and his tone was raised a bit: "The young master kept calling Mr. Sakata's name before he fell into a coma, and he told us not to tell you... I invited Mr. Sakata without authorization. Here I come. Because I think the young master will be very happy to see Mr. Sakata for the first time when he wakes up..."

"Are you finished?" Sakata Yinshi's red eyes were half-opened, and a cold light swept over.

The man's body trembled uncontrollably when he was caught by the bone-piercing cold gaze.It was the eyes of the devil.The murderous intent coming to his face made him want to run away from this man immediately.

"It's over, it's over..."

"Then I'll go, take care of him." Sakata Gintoki left this sentence, turned and left expressionlessly.

The man watched the silver-haired man disappear outside the ward, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, his head covered in cold sweat.

It seems that Mr. Sakata really cares about the young master.

The man looked again at the direction where the man left at the door, his eyes already contained respect.

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It was already dark when we walked out of the heavily guarded hospital set up by the Shinsengumi.

It was a very long day with so much going on.It is so long that it even gives people the illusion that the night will never come.

A new day will not come either.This pale and cruel reality will be repeated forever.

But the moonlight shone down.It was dark after all.

When Sakata Gintoki looked up, the lonely moon in the sky looked exactly like unfinished mooncakes that had been left moldy for a long time.

He just looked at it, then walked forward with his head down.

a little cold.He shrunk his neck.Moon Shadow left a sticky photo on his retina.

"Go away." He seemed to be saying to the moon.

Don't dangle in front of my eyes.Even if it takes my life, don't let me vomit all the dirt before I die.

The green eyes of Takasugi Shinsuke in the sticky illusion stand out like moss on the black mud in the dark night like splashed ink.

"Is this how you greet an old friend, Yinshi?" He would definitely say that.People who are obviously at odds with each other but still occupy the old and warm memories will definitely put on a leisurely attitude and say so condescendingly.

It won't be like this anymore.So Sakata Gintoki asked himself to answer like this.

"You too," he added in his mind.go away.

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Takasugi Shinsuke once said——

He never understood why many people he saw had happy smiles on their faces?

Obviously they would be hysterical when no one was around, tearing their hair, biting their lips and yelling.When people get together, deceit becomes a vain but warm protective cover, confining them into a dream of serenity and peace.How can they be content with such happiness?

What about the beast that tears the cage deep in the soul?What about the bloody flowers that spread across the entire other shore?What about the ghosts of the past wandering under the shadow of the sword?

Where is the shelter of these things?

silver hour.

Silver feels cold.

Maybe it was Shinsuke Takasugi's eyes soaked in darkness in his memories that pulled him back into the dark nightmare, maybe it was the long and wide moon shadow that made him fall into the quagmire of jealousy and embrace despicableness with peace of mind, or maybe...

Simply just lonely.

Someone can understand him, but he can't place the need for understanding in a certain person he knows.What's more, the man who understood each other briefly - Koma Inu, is dead after all.

He panicked.He didn't know that love could be so mean and sinister that it made people's nose sore.

Have you shed tears?He can't remember.

It must have flowed.

How long does it take for a tear to fall?Is it enough for the soul to cross the river Nai and walk across the bridge?

If it is not enough, then sacrifice with blood, and promise to pave the way to the next life with the fresh bones of the enemy.

Nakamura Kyojiro, let's take a look at the scenery on the way to Ming, you must have been used to the smell of blood.