[Reading order: "Chrysanthemum" means today, "blade" means the past]
The rainy season in Kyoto always washes away dirty memories and old grudges.
After that murder, the "man-killing demon" of the old society reappeared in the world, and was bound to destroy everything newly established, bringing swords, swords, shadows and bloodshed.
Yesterday's blade, today's endgame.
She lives in the past and refuses to move forward. The influence of the old society is too profound, but the new era comes too fast. When the rainy season ends, it will eventually be washed away, and she is destined to become a victim of the times.
Note: Purely affectionate (no love, not orthopedics, not orthopedics, not orthopedics, say important things three times)
The name was chosen randomly while typing it, it's weird so don't suggest it.
I have re-written a version of a short story I wrote when I was in junior high school. It is very short and may have some uncomfortable plots, so please avoid it yourself.
Intention: Happiness is really a beautiful wish, but these two simple words are so difficult
