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It was spring.
The trees that were once barren and lonely were now bustling with abundance of pink cherry blossom, such was spring in inazuma.
The wind picked up loose petals, carrying them in its gust, and they scattered to the ground. Like snow, but not melting when you touch it.
Kazuha held out his hand to catch one, but he just let it fall into his hand. He smiled. He held it close to his lips, and blew it away. He watched as it fluttered in the wind, almost like a bird.
He said to himself:
‘I strive to be free.
Like a petal in a breeze.
Wandering through wind.’
He chuckled to himself, whilst walking through the forest.
Still, he admired the beauty of inazuman spring. However, it reminded him too- of his lost friend.
The days where the scenery was almost identical.
The days when he would train the sword with him.
The days when they would laugh together, tell jokes together.
He stopped in his movement. He sometimes reminisced about the past, when or wherever he was. But… he couldn’t help being sentimental.
The past had passed. He couldn’t change that.
Kazuha knew that all too well.
He continued walking through the pink and green, and came to a turning. It led to an open field. It was a great view. He was looking down from atop a slope, carpeted with healthy grass, laced with sweet flowers. They released a pleasant sugary scent.
From here, there were but a few trees, so it was easier to see the overarching sky. It seemed wider and more extensive. The clouds had a certain depth, and were pure of white.
The samurai stepped into the clearing, as he had been looking from in the forest. He noticed that he was not the only person present there.
There was a young man, laying on his back. The man had dark hair -a purple hue- and was resting his head on the grass. His eyes were closed. He was half in the shade, his lower half in the sunlight. His hands were on top of his hat, which was laid on his chest.
Kazuha quietly took a step forward, as to not disturb the other. He noticed that he seemed to have a kind of peaceful, docile aura around him. His face was calm, and soft.
‘How tranquil.’ Kazuha thought.
He decided to sit down discreetly. He sat a few metres away. He did not want to wake the person to the side of him. He wanted to stay a bit longer, to admire the landscape set before him.
After a few minutes, he heard some rustling beside him.