Edo has always been filled with the smell of blood recently. Due to the invasion of heavenly beings, the original peace was instantly shattered. Some people fled here with their property and family members, while others waved their swords to resist. The government's cowardly surrender did not stop their actions.
They were called anti-barbarian warriors.
Just for their beliefs, for their companions, and for their homeland, they were like gods of war, fighting on the battlefield.
It seems like it happened a long, long time ago... The cold corpse and the strong smell of blood must have happened a long time ago. However, that scene is still clear in my mind.
The man's bright red side face, soaked in blood and the halo of the setting sun, was like a brand, deeply branded in his heart.
He always pretends to be serious, but there is always a sneer in the corners of his eyes. As if he looked down upon the world, he was young and flamboyant.
I obviously hate this guy the most...
But...
The corners of the blood-stained samurai uniform swayed in the wind, together with the hanging edges of the bandage on his head. He played with the dagger in his hand carelessly, but his eyes were not on his hand. Instead, he was looking at the distant sky with no end in sight, watching the thick clouds moving slowly, and what his eyes could see was a distance that Gintoki had never known.
The night was getting thick outside the window, but at this time, there were many thoughts in my heart.