Chapter 3: Feeling less and less happy, if you think about it carefully, it may be because we know more and more
For Bai Yaksha, who had participated in the cruel war against the foreigners and made a great name in the war and was honored as one of the four kings of the foreigners, even though he had witnessed the death of countless companions, he still had no hope of giving birth to himself in this life.
I can’t let go of my mother’s death…
Because there is no scene in the original work that shows this gentle, kind and considerate young woman, and there is no description of the cause and time of death of this mother, so Gintoki is always paying attention to this mother who loves him very much.
.
When Kakashi was born, Gintoki also silently prayed for this "great" woman in his heart. After all, generally speaking, in this case, there was a high probability of death in childbirth.
The moment he saw that mother and son were safe, Gintoki breathed a sigh of relief, but this breath did not last long before he lifted it up again.
Although it is not because of difficult labor, what is the reason?
Can you prevent it yourself?
Although he always looked lazy and unmotivated, Gintoki was always paying attention to his mother from the bottom of his heart, and even suggested that she go to the hospital for a full-body check-up from time to time.
war……
The so-called Second Ninja War happened so suddenly. As ninjas, Hatake Sakumo and his wife immediately obeyed the village's summons and went to different battlefields in batches like all Konoha ninjas.
Gintoki, who probably sensed something, put away his lazy expression for the first time. The night before his parents left for the battlefield, he stood in front of his parents' bed with the wooden sword he was used to holding, without saying a word the whole night.
Then he just stood quietly.
Will die.
This is what Gintoki wanted to say but knew that even if he said it, it would have no effect.
For these ninjas, they have already put life and death at risk before going to the battlefield. In order to protect the village and their families, they have no choice but to risk their lives!
When I participated in the war against the foreigners, I was the same way. I never thought about life and death, I just pursued a certain goal that was always in front of me.
Perhaps, compared to those comrades lost in the war, I am just a little more lucky.
…
Gintoki was woken up by little Kakashi's baby talk. When he opened his eyes, Gintoki looked at little Kakashi making babbling gestures and suddenly noticed something.
Looking at the empty bed and a brief letter, Gintoki knew that he had been knocked unconscious by Sakumo. The other party must have noticed what he was thinking.
Looking at the only short sentence on the letter - "Please Kakashi, Gintoki" and the signatures of the two of them, Gintoki lowered his head and buried his expression under his bangs, and the little hand holding the letter gradually
Hold tight.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey?"
Little Kakashi, who was less than one year old, tilted his head. He didn't quite understand what was happening to his brother, and he didn't understand that he was about to lose the most important person.
"I envy you too, Kakashi. After all, you still don't understand the pain of parting with the most important person..."
Looking at his older brother who had a sad and soft light in his eyes and could even vaguely see tears, little Kakashi tilted his little head again.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be sarcastic, I just..."
Before he finished speaking, Gintoki turned away.
…
In front of the mourning monument, Gintoki, dressed in black mourning clothes, stood quietly beside Sakumo, while Kakashi was held in Sakumo's arms.
The sky was gloomy and frighteningly depressing.
The newly added names on the commemorative monument were still living lives not long ago. This was war, just like the war Gintoki had participated in before.
A war to protect the country, to change the country, to take back something.
"Gintoki, your mother sacrificed her life to protect Konoha, you, Kakashi, and me. You must remember it. And I'm sorry, I didn't protect your mother..."
"Are you acting coquettishly and begging for comfort with your two-year-old child?"
Sakumo was stunned for a moment, and then the depression in his heart was relieved a lot, and he hit Gintoki on the head angrily.
"What are you talking about? Your butt is itchy again, right?"
Gintoki, who was rubbing his head, curled his lips: "I also want to say that if you really want to be coquettish and beg for coaxing, Gin-san will be merciful and comfort you today..."
"It's not your turn to be comforted by a brat like you! Okay, say goodbye to mom and let's go back..."
Sakumo was so angry that he laughed, and then he looked at the beloved name on the memorial tablet with tender eyes, and stared at it for a long time.
Rain... is coming.
Feeling the coolness falling on their faces, Sakumo and Gintoki stayed in front of the mourning monument for another five minutes.
After all, for men, it is just right to think of rain as tears.
Without much stop, Sakumo, who returned to the village for a short break, received instructions from his superiors and rushed to the battlefield without stopping.
…
It was still the dark and empty closed underground cave where even the air was somewhat filthy. The only two-year-old Takasugi, who was tasked with killing ten genin regardless of village, wiped away all the weapons he found on the battlefield with an indifferent expression.
Blood stained sword.
Madara on the side also got the details of Takasugi's mission from Bai Zetsu, who was in charge of surveillance, before Takasugi came back.
The first time he killed someone, he showed no discomfort at all. Instead, he was a very neat and tidy child. Madara felt that he might have really found a treasure this time!
"War, how is it?"
Madara asked very briefly.
"Boring." Gao Shan put the knife aside and lay down on the small stone bed with his little hands on his head.
"hehe…"
Ban smiled and then said seriously: "This is the nature of this world. This kind of meaningless war and killing is indispensable at all times."
"Really?" As he spoke, Takasugi turned away and glanced at Madara: "Then let me completely destroy this world. I want to destroy this rotten world."
Looking at the other party's expression, Madara was shocked to know that this little devil was not lying at all. He hadn't even started to lie yet!
This kid is too easy-going!
"If there's anything you haven't taught me yet, just hurry up. You don't have much time left, right? Madara."
Seeing the purple-haired kid urging him in turn, Madara was a little stunned for a moment.
I knew that this kid was a genius who could speak normally and communicate with others at the age of one, but I didn't expect that his mind and thoughts could grow so mature at such an age!
Could it be that God is helping me this time?
Madara, who felt more and more that this was destiny, also raised his head and laughed: "Hahahahaha! Jinsuke, you are right, this world full of rancid smell really makes people want to destroy it all.
!but…"
Madara changed the subject: "What if everyone in this world no longer needs to fight? What if we could create such a beautiful world?"
"Huh?" Gao Shan frowned.
Looking at Takasugi who looked a little puzzled, Madara also looked at the ceiling with some emotion, and slowly told the history of this world that he learned from the stone tablets.
"Let me tell you the real truth of this world, the truth of the Uchiha clan, and the Senju clan..."