[Gintama] Three Thousand Worlds Killed by Crows

In the days that followed, it seemed that there was no trace of idleness anymore. The war ahead only stopped for a short time, and the heavenly people made a comeback with great fanfare.The fierce and fierce battle brought the battle ahead to a stalemate again.The volunteer army started recruiting new soldiers again, and the students from the Matsushita private school gradually gathered together... Constantly moving between different volunteer army teams, the people who met yesterday may have been shrouded in horse leather today.Such a day seems to be an extravagant wish even for a day off.The classmates and students of Matsushita Private School went to the battlefield one by one, but in this non-stop war, not everyone can return safe and sound, and there are always a few faces that were once bright and vivid.In the gathering after the war, sometimes the partners who fought side by side yesterday have disappeared... The battlefield has always been a cruel place, and we don't always care about each other.I forgot how many battles it was. It was the first time that someone in the Panasonic private school failed to come back from the battlefield alive to participate in the post-war party.These boys and girls who are still in the world are surrounded by the fire, their faces are dignified, and they are silent with each other.In fact, they have always understood the cruelty and blood, and they also understand that such pain will come sooner or later.Even for these people who are still alive today, who can guarantee that they will come back alive from the battlefield next time?

They are enlightened, but still feel pain.People's hearts have always been biased, they will sigh for those who have never met and cannot return. When it is the turn of someone with deep feelings, how can they express their inner pain clearly in words?Now those things that they both understand are like an unbearable weight for them, weighing down their hearts with bitterness and desolation.

Looking at the silent companions around him, Yoshida Sara pursed his lips, stood up, picked up the wine glass not far from him, and slowly sprinkled it on the ground in silence, his lowered eyes were hidden in the shadows to watch Unclear look.Shinsuke Takasugi stood up, holding the wine glass and tilting it slowly.The boys and girls who were silent at first got up one by one, repeating the same movements in the same way.Today, they can only pay homage to their companions who are going to the other shore in this way.

That night, Yoshida Shara sat by the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky, silent for a long time.The breeze blowing past was clearly a pleasant temperature, but it only made Yoshida Sara feel bitingly cold.

It was getting late, the battle was over, no one would be wandering on the battlefield at this time.Yoshida Sara lit the lantern that had been prepared and headed towards the battlefield.On the dark and lonely road, only the lantern in your hand emits a faint light, slightly driving away some of the approaching darkness, and the darkness that surrounds the whole body is like claws and teeth, and the dormant beast is ready to pull the relaxed pedestrians into A situation beyond redemption.

In the land that has been baptized by the flames of war, scorched and scorched land can be seen everywhere, stained dark with blood, as well as corpses scattered everywhere, and some of them can't even recognize their original appearance.

Yoshida Sara stared at the tragic situation in front of him with dark eyes, pursed his lips, approached the corpse beside him, squatted down, brought the lantern close to the face of the corpse, and carefully identified the familiar faces.She can't do much for those departed companions, at least let them rest in peace... On the silent battlefield, a girl in a kimono held a lantern and approached the corpse carefully, not caring about the cleanliness on her body at all. The kimono was stained.Takasugi Shinsuke sighed, looking at the single girl not far away, recalling Sara's look at the bonfire party today, at that time he guessed that there was a gully in Sara's heart.That was indeed the case tonight. At night, Shinsuke Takasugi thought about it, and when he went to look for Yoshida Sara, there was no one in the room, so he followed the route of the battlefield.This is because he is worried about Yoshida Sara, but why not because what Yoshida Sara did is his idea.

"Sara."

Hearing a familiar voice calling his name, Yoshida Sara turned and looked back at the boy standing under the moonlight.The cold moonlight shone on the young man, and the young man walked towards him step by step, as if walking on the moonlight.Yoshida Sara looked at the palm of Takasugi Shinsuke stretched out in front of him in a daze, and gently put his hand on it.The hands that held each other warmed Yoshida Sara's hands that had become cold in the night wind.

Yoshida Sara looked sideways at the purple-haired boy beside him. The boy's face was handsome and a little cold. It had long since disappeared from Matsushita Private School's baby-fat face when he first met him, but it still made her feel extremely at ease. "Jinsuke, you're here."

The word for love is poison and Gu.Even if I watched that person walk away countless times in the future, and was powerless again and again, I still couldn't make up my mind to completely break up with that person.

But now, there is someone who is willing to run around looking for you in such a night, and to accompany you in such a battlefield, ignoring all the so-called taboos, and even reaching out to you without hesitation because of your embarrassment.Although that person was never willing to express his thoughts clearly, Yoshida Sara understood Takasugi Shinsuke's subtle gentleness, so he was even more moved.

Because of this person, the future Yoshida Sara will be willing to wait year after year, wasting the best youthful years.Even though for some reason, there has always been a moderate distance between the two of them, but that distance has never become longer.

Yoshida Sara just wanted Takasugi Shinsuke to never lose his way home. "I'm here all the time, you can see it when you turn around."

"If you want to come out next time, call me, and I will accompany you." Shinsuke Takasugi reached out and flicked Yoshida Sara's head, with disapproval in his eyes.Even if there is no one on such a battlefield, it is not safe for a woman to be alone.Completely forgetting the fact that Yoshida Sharo's skill is not weaker than him.

Yoshida Sara nodded with a slight smile, but did not point out.She stretched out her hand and pulled Takasugi Shinsuke's sleeve, her dark eyes stared at Takasugi Shinsuke's dark green eyes, with a hint of coquettishness.Takasugi Shinsuke sighed in frustration, reached out and rubbed Yoshida Sara's hair: "I will accompany you whatever you want to do. Sara, I will never be angry with you."

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"Tsk tsk tsk, did Yinsang accidentally miss something that she shouldn't have seen?" Sakata Gintoki stretched out his hand in the shape of a trumpet, and asked with a flat expression.

Yoshida Sara glanced at Sakata Gintoki faintly, turned around and held up the lantern to continue searching for the corpses of those private school companions who failed to come back.Takasugi Shinsuke gave Sakata Gintoki a noble and glamorous look, his eyes clearly said, "The inscrutable idiot who can't speak is talking about you." 'Then walked in the direction of Yoshida Sharo.

Sakata Yinshi held his breath in his heart, bastard, how did you become Yinsang making trouble for no reason?Sakata Gintoki in his teens is still far from being able to mobilize the atmosphere like he was in his twenties. Even if he wants to use these words to dispel some overly heavy atmosphere now, the result is not satisfactory.

These Qingshui Yueji still don't understand.Shimizu Tsukihime hated iron for being weak and covered Sakata Yinshi: "You idiot is natural, don't talk if you can't speak. Forgot what we are here for?" Shimizu Tsukihime raised his chin to signal Sakata Yinshi to look The Matsushita private school companions who had already scattered and began to help find it.Sakata Gintoki scratched his hair and joined the search team with Shimizu Tsukihime... There was only a simple wooden sign stuck on the bulging mound, and everyone in the Matsushita Private School held a ceremony for these companions with solemn faces. A small funeral was held with only them in attendance.People's death is like a lamp going out, they have never experienced it so clearly like this moment.All they can do is to inherit the ambitions of those departed partners, carry these on their shoulders, and walk all the way... The torrential downpour seems to want to wash away the horrible scene on the battlefield.However, those people stood motionless by their partner's grave, as if they were unaware of the rain.Can the rain wash away the blood on the ground, can it wash away the sadness in your heart?The cold liquid that slid down from the face, no one knows whether it is rain, or the sadness that is vented from the heart... "Go back." Yoshida Sara gently wiped the liquid on his face, but he couldn't wipe it off. Maybe it's because the rain in the sky doesn't stop, maybe it's because the sadness in my heart can't stop. "Go back. Sadness is useless, crying is useless. We will use the knives in our hands to make those heavenly people experience the same pain as us." Yoshida Sara's black eyes were silent when he said these words, but those words made the people present Everyone subconsciously clenched the blade in their hands.

"We are sad here, why should they live happily in the world." Shinsuke Takasugi smiled coldly, the rain was dripping from his body, he didn't look embarrassed, but climbed up like hell Shura.

"That's right, our sorrow has been repaid many times by the people of those days." I don't know who echoed this first, and the rest of the people responded one after another.The sadness on the faces of the teenagers gradually turned into a tenacious belief.

When Yoshida Sara saw this, the corners of his mouth curled up, Father, your students are all excellent, we will definitely save you, we will.It seemed that he had been drenched in the rain for too long, and as soon as his mind relaxed, Yoshida Sara's body swayed, Takasugi Shinsuke stretched out his hand to gently embrace Yoshida Sara, and there was concern in his lowered eyes: "Sara, are you okay? "Yoshida Sara shook his head slightly, and stood up straight with Takasugi Shinsuke's hand.As everyone returned to the camping place together... everyone in the Matsushita Private School had the same thought.In future battles, if any of their companions failed to return, they would work together on the battlefield to retrieve the corpses of their companions and let them rest in peace.This kind of behavior seems to have become their mutual tacit intention, even after the establishment of the Ghost Soldier Team, this habit has not changed.

It’s just that day after day, year after year, every time it seems that there will be so few people who can no longer participate, and every time the number of people who go to bury their companions around them seems to be decreasing, less and less...