[Prince of Tennis Sanada/Yukimura Fanfiction] Remember Only the Blossoms

At one dot, duckweed blooms across the pond; at two, crimson sleeves dance above a river of blood; at three, disaster engulfs a thousand miles of land. One turn breaks the proud first blossom of the winter plum; another breaks the foremost general among the feudal lords at war. Then two strokes join together, unable to write out all the defiance in the face of a thousand accusers, unable to write out the dream of home and country across the ages, unable to write out how even peerless splendor may be cast aside... "If there are flowers in your eyes, then the flowers are in your eyes. If there are none, then no matter how beautifully they bloom, it is all in vain." "So as long as I see flowers, even if they aren't flowers, they're still flowers?" "Can something that seems like a flower, but isn't one, entrance the eyes of those who see it?" "A flower is a flower. Even if a traveler points at it and calls it a plant, it is still a flower."