Thunderstorms collided strongly, as the rain became heavier, the atmosphere was filled with melancholy and pain, with blood scattered and weapons. After a terrifying ruthless war, filled with corpses and injured crowd, many have lost their lives for their loved ones and for their nation.

you wrapped your arms around your beloved - kazuha, with a spear attached through his chest - bleeding terribly from the deep wound, your throat ache more to yell to get help from other people, but there was no help nearby. you looked at kazuha down that you held deeply, with his comforting smile never leaving while his mouth kept coughing blood, his eyes losing its life, he used his strength wrapped his body against yours, feeling your last embrace “Shh, don't cry my dear," he reassures softly, comforts you in his last breath.

"Memories will fade, but our love for each other remains deep within us and will never be forgotten, Shall we meet again in another life; with who I will continue to love."

FEW CENTURIES LATER

The pleasant warmth of a beautiful morning filtered through the florist shop's front windows, throwing gentle golden light on the long rows of vivid flowers that filled the area. The air was full of the delicious aroma of fresh blooms—roses, daisies, and tulips—that blended together beautifully. YOU, a florist part time worker, silently clipping stems and creating beautiful bouquets for the costumers.

After centuries of getting reborn multiple times, your memories still stand the same, still lingers with full regret in your first life, as now you try to move on. You finished preparing a bouquet for a costumer, you were waiting for the costumer to take this bouquet, as they approached you with a familiar feeling "thank you, miss florist - it looks beautiful." as you looked in shocked - It was kazuha.

For a moment, He also looked at you with a lingering familiarity, as if surprised by his unknown blast of feelings that he cannot explain, he then felt confused.. "Excuse me, but have we met before?"