Takasugi Shinsuke took Kamui's hand. His Rakshasa-like figure had just passed through the crowd. The fingertips were stained with thick blood and looked dim under the pale moonlight.
Time stands still at this moment.
The space is silent at this moment.
"There is a story in China. After a man was wrongly killed, people took his blood. After three years, the blood turned into jasper."
"Really? It's such a nonsense. How can blood turn into jasper?"
"Have you seen peach blossoms?"
"Peach blossom? No. Things like flowers and plants have always been the most fragile, and that's not what I'm after. What I'm after is a strong man like you. For example, Mr. Silver-haired Samurai."
"It's a flower that looks a lot like cherry blossoms. One of them is called the Blue Blood Peach (the original name of the Blue Blood Peach is the Red Beta Peach, but I changed it for convenience)."
"Oh?"
"Tell me, will your fingertips be covered with flowers like this..."