“Can you see it, my son?” Michikatsu's countenance remains serious and expressionless, as he carries his baby in his arms. Her second child “The falling petals also represent..warriors fallen in battle” Michikatsu recounted to the tender creature with whom she shared blood ties.

Observing the firm cherry tree expanding its beauty. His dissatisfaction continued, it was a good life though absent being a samurai but it was so monotonous that, it seemed miserable to him.