He stood in front of a grave, holding a few flowers against his chest gracefully between his fingers, his eyes downward in a somber position as he started at the letters on the grave.

’S.ODA’, they said. It was supposedly a loved one, a dear one to him… Oda Sakunosuke.

“If I were to see him again, he would say, ‘you were a wonderful experience’, but he’d be taken aback when I would reply and claim that he was everything in those days. My reason to live. How foolish of me.”