Those sorrows of the past, those moments of moving emotion, that fragrant bellflower, that Kagura melody played between heaven and earth, and the love and hate that spanned five hundred years: even now, can you still remember them from time to time?
This is the story of someone who transmigrates.
This is the story of a man who wields a sharp blade and roams the world with the Hiten Mitsurugi style.
Drawing his sword, he walks alone; one Hiten melody proclaims his loyal heart.
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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
