The second half of the 19th century was a turbulent time. The battle between old and new forces, the confrontation between old and new ideas. Some people are singing in front of the curtain, and some are staring behind the curtain. This is a figure behind the curtain looking at the chaos at the front desk. This is a pieced together figure, shrouded in fog, and only the names remain in the memories of a few people.
The above is the literary version.
A more honest version is:
This article is in the form of a memoir because the author wants to write but is not good at describing it positively. So I borrowed the perspective of several people to write about this person, this idea. Because I have already planned to start a new story, which is the main biography of Bakumatsu Mystic Chronicles, and the writing can actually be regarded as a collection of extras, haha.
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The specific information about the protagonist is naturally left for suspense, so I won't introduce it here.
The story is not a tragedy, but because it is a memory, it is normal to have a touch of sadness.
Conception: