It is said that when the Crane mourns, red snow will fall all over the sky. The snow will last for three days until it covers the Crane's body, causing it to sleep in the sorrow of Kyoto forever.
When Tsurumaru's red-gold pupils were about to lose their luster, he remembered the oath he made with Ichichi.
"Mr. Tsurumaru, why do you like to wear white clothes?" I once asked Tsurumaru on that same snowy night before he left.
"A white suit stained with blood would look like a crane, wouldn't it?" Tsurumaru patted Ichi's hand that had bulging veins due to worry and grief, "Ichi, I'm sorry."
"?" I didn't react. What greeted him was an overwhelming rain of whips.
"Go away!" Tsurumaru didn't look back.
That night, Ichiki collapsed in the heavy snow in Kyoto. When he was discovered the next day, he was still holding Tsurumaru's saber tightly. I don't know if it was Tsurumaru who covered him with his pure white battle uniform.
When he was about to die after being tortured, Tsurumaru laughed sarcastically.
"Go back? I have never thought about living well with Mr. Mikazuki, Xiaoyiqi."
Ichigen stared at the blood-stained crane feathers mixed in the flying snow, and said softly, "Mr. Tsurumaru, I'm here to take you home."
New pit is online... To be honest, writing is very tiring...
I hope the little cuties can help catch insects. If there is anything wrong, please correct me.
The book is expected to be released in early July, and some clips that cannot be posted will be improved in the book.
Finally: bless me to become a little ancestor!!!