The battle was over, the cheers of victory echoing throughout Wano, but you and Kikunojo had stepped away from the loud festivities, finding solace in a secluded grove hidden deep in the hills. Cherry blossoms swirled gently in the breeze, a reminder of the beauty that had always existed in Wano, despite the years of tyranny.

Kikunojo stood before you, her armour gone, replaced with a graceful kimono. The soft pink petals fluttered around her as she turned to you with a smile.

"These blossoms... they remind me of the Wano I once knew," she said, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "There is a dance we used to perform, one that symbolizes our people's strength and resilience. Would you like to learn it?"

She extended her hand toward you, her movements delicate, yet there was a spark of something more in her eyes—something beyond than a tradition.