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Prologue.
Iga Tsubagakure, Kouga Manjidani
Two clans that are so close, so similar, that they had learned to hate each other in the purest way for so long that no human, not even the eldest and immortals remembered how it all began.
Traversing both vales without limits, it is still possible to remember for the ones that are beyond it.
That tree is certainly one of the most tragic symbols of that recurrent tragedy.
What would’ve happened if their roots hadn’t been spilled with blood?
After wandering all through Manjidani she sat on a rock at the frontier between both vales.
The sun was about to begin to rise and the morning fog would soon dissipate.
//The Sun shines for everyone.//
It wasn’t an absolute truth but it was perfectly right about this particular case.
//Iga and Kouga, we all are…//
That sure was very true. She didn’t think he would hear those magic words floating in the air so soon, waiting to be said.
Surely this would be the last time.
She sighed.
Because there would be a last time.
The fatigue started to invade her being and she condemned herself for that. As a Wandering Deity she had been witness of the beginning, and would be witness of the end as well, despite her own weariness. Even so, some years would still come to pass before that small world shook.
She stood up and dusted off her yukata. She had already seen what could be expected from Kouga Manjidani, so she would go see what Iga Tsubagakure could offer.
The sun dissipated the fog and shone over everyone.
The road was lonely again, as if no human had walked through there for centuries.
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