In the year when the young master passed away, more than ten cherry trees were planted in the backyard of Yamamoto's house.
The cherry seedlings were brought by Mrs. Kuchiki when she paid her respects. The lady accepted it, waited for the others to disperse, and carried it to the backyard herself. It was early February and the night was as cool as water. I held her feathered fabric and stood on one side, watching her dig up the soil that had not yet thawed and plant the dying saplings. His expression was peaceful, and there was a smile on his lips.
The master once said that if you plant it too early, you may not live long. When the words reached Madam's ears, Madam Kuchiki was a guest at her residence. In late spring and March, the courtyard was deserted and there was no sign of recovery. The lady gently rubbed the porcelain cup, raised her head and sighed, "What if it really can't grow?" Mrs. Kuchiki held her hand and comforted her softly, then let's go to Kuchiki Mansion to enjoy the cherry blossoms. I have asked people to plant these flowers along the road between our two houses. Next year, you and your children will be able to find us along the flower path.
At that time, my wife was pregnant with Rokko, and the young master of the Kuchiki family was still under one year old.