Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 753: : People… are far more free than they think.

"Do you have my share, Aru?"

Kagura with a scarred face and a dirty little face, after hearing such a conversation, changed her slump and followed up excitedly.

"I'm not prepared." Jiang Cheng waved his hand without looking back, "Who knew that Qiuyou would come to such a place, really."

"One chestnut parfait, please."

Yin Shi raised his hands and stared at the dead fish's eyes, then slowly followed after raising his feet.

Hearing the sound, a blue vein burst out on Jiang Cheng's forehead: "What kind of restaurant do you think this is?! Didn't you guys fight just now?! Your attitude has changed too fast!"

"A rice bowl with mayonnaise, please." Fourteen raised his hand.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand without looking back: "Go and clean the battlefield, idiot police, please."

"Please, soba," Gui shouted back with his hands on his sleeves, and then looked at Mao Mao again, "Sir General, remember? You once said that when we meet again, I'm afraid it will be one of them. When the body was separated."

After taking back his gaze at the slowly leaving spaceship of the Tiandao Congregation, Mao Mao nodded lightly: "Ah, remember, and then you also said that the surviving person is the one who created the world. But... Now I understand that things in the world are not that simple or rigid."

"No, samurai is so simple, so simple and cute." Gui shook his head gently, then turned and walked away slowly, at the same time raising his hand slightly and then said: "Although you and I have different positions, but It's the same thing with the same ambition to build a better country. I'll keep my promise as your enemy and send you on the road next time we meet. So... Until then, don't die, mine Like-minded enemies."

"Ah, I've made up my mind."

Hearing the sound, Gui withdrew his hand, and at the same time tickled the corner of his mouth and snorted. But the next moment...

Looking at the really selected team members who were grinning and pointing their swords at him, Gui's face sank. After being silent for a long time, he raised his head, covered his face in cold sweat, and said with a smile: "What? ...Everyone? Didn't you hear what I just said? I said it's time for the next meeting, and the deadline hasn't come yet, anyway, why don't you put the knives away first?"

"What did you say? Gui?" Zongwu blinked his big innocent eyes, spread his hands and said, "The enemy over there (Tian Daozhong, the Takasugi faction) has retreated, so the remaining enemy is not you. Don't get me wrong about your identity. Hey, everyone, don't forget the identity of the Shinsengumi, give it to me!"

Listening to Gui Na's unstoppable screams, Xin Ba Ha, who lowered his head, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and silently complained: "Gu Sang, it's a shame that you can be alone in this kind of place. Saying that in a situation full of enemies (the Shinsengumi) is really a natural stupidity."

A certain hill in the distance, Hao, who has been watching from the beginning to the end, faintly glanced at the huge spaceship of Tiandaozhong, which was gradually receding, and then looked at Song Song who was gradually retreating in different battlefields below. Yang's disciples.

"Is this the real "will of God"? "Long whispered to himself, and then looked at Jiang Cheng, who was gradually disappearing into the woods in a certain direction, "God's will that has been subverted..."

At a certain moment, Hao's thoughts were pulled to a certain moment in the past, when Songyang was still in prison...

In the dark, damp, rotten-smelling underground prison, Hao walked down the stairs step by step, and what he saw was a dimly lit oil lamp in front of a prison, kneeling on the ground and lying down, A skeleton (letter girl) who writes something on a piece of paper with a brush on her head.

"What are you doing?" Hao said lightly.

Hearing the sound, the still young Zhuang hurriedly picked up the pen and paper and held it tightly to his chest.

"Zhou..." Oboro stepped forward, glanced at Zhai who was holding a pen and paper and said nothing, then turned his head and looked at the prisoner in the prison, "Is it something you did again? ? Songyang…”

Songyang, who was kneeling on the ground with his back to Hao, holding a writing brush and facing the wall covered with various characters, heard the sound and slowly put away the pen.

"Is this what you want to do now..." He murmured softly, and glanced at Songyang again, "Defying God's will, being banished to the ground, can only wait to die in this filthy dungeon. , but also teach the guards the knowledge of learning?"

"What I'm fighting against is not God's will, but myself. I hope that my plundering hands can help others. But in the end, it can't be what I want."

Speaking, Songyang took the Bushido beginner's book on his lap in his hand, and the faces of the children with different personalities in the Matsushita Village School gradually appeared in Songyang's mind.

Songyang's voice was unhurried, gentle and gentle.

"It was me who was helped instead. People are born cowardly, and everyone is burdened with another self who cannot reach a consensus with them, and they live in pain. Unfortunately, there is no good way to escape this pain in this world. But... a person is not only to be played by his own cowardice and suffer for a lifetime. He can also face his cowardice and stand up to it. He can also try to change, even if he is tormented by it. Those little warriors taught me that.”

Speaking, Songyang turned his head and showed his usual genial smile.

"Man...is far more free than he imagined."

After finishing this memory, Long glanced at Jiang Cheng's direction for the last time, turned around and glanced at the coffin aside: "Go back..."

The coffin didn't answer, she glanced in Jiang Cheng's direction with her paralyzed face from beginning to end, then turned around and left slowly.

"Is the choice... already made?" Hao asked.

The coffin still didn't answer, staring straight ahead of her.

"That's good..."

……

"Man...is far more free than he imagined..."

In the forest under the moon, Jiang Cheng, sitting cross-legged under a big tree by the bonfire, looked at the moon reflected in the wine glass in his hand, and murmured softly.

Then looked up through the branches that were no longer lush in autumn, and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Long time no see, Jiang Chengsang."

At the same time as the rustling footsteps on the fallen leaves came, Mao Mao's voice also came.

"Lord General..." Jiang Cheng lowered his head and poured all the wine in the glass into his throat, then looked at the people around him who were sleeping on the ground drunkenly, "It's incredible, isn't it? I just lost it. There are so many precious things, but the next moment you can start a drinking party or something. Humans... such a nasty creature."

"Probably because those lost things have invaded my internal organs and I can't forget them even if I want to forget them." Mao Mao glanced at the people sleeping on the ground with gentle eyes, and then sat on the ground.

"I hate samurai, from the beginning to the end. I always think that what I lose has meaning. I always think that even if I lose, there will still be some things left, boring beliefs or something..." Jiang Cheng While pouring himself a drink, he spoke to himself, speaking at an unhurried pace, in a calm but gentle tone, "I always believe that people...only have meaning when they are alive. Besides that...at all. It doesn't make any sense. Humans have only two states, alive and...dead. The weight of life is the heaviest thing in this world. Can you...really carry it?"

"If I couldn't carry it, I wouldn't be alive today."

Speaking, Mao Mao reached out and took the wine glass that Jiang Cheng handed over.

"Don't forget, those heavy lives, and...don't forget, your own sins."

After saying that, Jiang Cheng poured himself a glass of wine again, raised his face and poured it all down his throat.

"Sure enough... Jiang Chengsang's wine is still very spicy." Mao Mao, who swallowed the wine, sighed softly.

"It's like a knife," Jiang Cheng said casually while pouring wine for Mao Mao, "the invisible knife that always points at your heart, always reminds you not to forget those sinful knives."

"Ah, I know."

Speaking, Mao Mao once again drank the wine in the glass.

Maomao can't remember how many cups he drank, but he just remembered that when he was drunk and slowly closed his eyes, Jiang Cheng reminded him softly while drinking...

"Next time...don't be so naive."

……

It has been more than half a month since I got drunk that day.

In the past half a month, the situation in Edo has also changed dramatically. First, the general Tokugawa Shigeru left Edo and went to Kyoto, where the emperor was, to seek refuge, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback.

Princess Cheng Ye also left with him, along with Duke Songping and some loyal and close officials of Mao Mao.

The Shinsengumi did not leave together, but stayed in Edo. According to Shigeru, it was because they did not want the Shinsengumi to be completely opposed to the Shinsengumi now, and they also needed the Shinsengumi to continue to protect Edo. .

Xixi...Although Mao Mao did not announce his abdication, he could not directly take over as the general~IndoMTL.com~ But because of the emperor's edict, he became the acting general in a grand manner, acting for Mao Mao, who was "retired from illness" Temporarily acting for political affairs.

Tokugawa Shigeru survived, but at the cost of the nearly slaughtered Iga ninjas, and... most of the heartfelt guards of his own imperial court, and those who escaped for their own sake. Heartfelt vassal.

The so-called Iga has died in name only, and so has the so-called Gotebanzo. There are only a handful of people who survived.

By the way, by the way, Katsura, who was picked up by the Shinsengumi and locked in the Shinsengumi's prison, succeeded in escape the next day, and lived up to the title of Runaway Kotaro.

Jiang Cheng's life has not changed significantly, but he has a small tail beside him.

……

"Hello, how long has it been?"

Jiang Cheng, who had just woken up in his pajamas and had not had time to change his clothes, just opened the sliding door of his room, and what he saw was Kagura, who was sitting in front of his computer and playing games while biting vinegar kelp.