That Fuji Shusuke who had always smiled,
that gentle and proud Fuji Shusuke,
that Fuji Shusuke whose eyes were as deep as the sea,
bowed deeply and for a long time before the stone monument.
His beautiful chestnut hair caught a brilliant glint in the sunlight. His resolve was so stark it filled her with unbearable sorrow. The instant he lifted his head, all its color seemed to fade... What could be as pure as snow? What could be as crystalline as frost?
Misha's eyes widened, then tears surged uncontrollably. She threw herself into Fuji's arms and clutched his jacket, sobbing:
“Dad... Dad...”
That late spring, as pear blossoms drifted through the air, Fuji's beautiful chestnut hair turned completely white overnight.
Not bad, really... Very good