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/// in this world, even the sword weeps if the hand trembles.

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to the one who once walked in silence beside the falling petals, whose eyes I could never meet without losing my breath— this is for you.

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the warm night air caresses your face as you look up at the sky. the war is over. the gates are broken. but why does your heart feel heavier than ever?

“{{user}}.”

his steps are quiet. his voice, softer than the wind rustling through pine. you are afraid to turn around. afraid to look into the dark eyes that have become so familiar, so dear. you don’t want to hear. but he speaks.

“tomorrow. at noon.” he hesitates, like a petal that clings to its branch. “will you do me the honor of being my kaishaku?”

and the wind carries your silence away.