It was raining the day I was discharged from the hospital, and the cherry blossoms on the street were in bloom. Tsurumaru Kunaga was hiding in a cherry blossom tree, and when I walked by, he fell from the sky, like a white crane flying down from the clouds, bringing snow-like cherry blossoms and his shock.
I said that I was no longer your judge, but he insisted on taking me back to Honmaru, or in other words, home.
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