Night comes quietly, the crescent moon outside the window is like a hook, and a few stars are shining in the cold moon. The light breeze blows, stirring up the dust of the past. He stretched out his hand to touch the moonlight that seemed to be looming, but never thought that once touched, this bright moonlight would be irretrievable and disappear into the world, just like the strange coldness caused by snowflakes falling on the palm of the hand. First meeting: "I am California Kiyomitsu, or the son of Ungawa Shita, or the son of Kawara. Are you my master?" Thank you: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't exist in this pill, nor would I have this body. If it were before, I would still be an abandoned sword." Despair: "Even if my blade has been broken, I'm afraid..." Born to be a sword, I will be ruthless.
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