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In the distant past, when Seirai Island had yet to be shrouded by storm clouds, memories would rise and fall like breaths.
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In the end, the elegant container that contained thunderstorms and tremors could not be handed over to the one to whom it was promised.
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"Did you come to me because the string is broken again? You're such a headache."
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"Other than your swordsmanship, you're just an idiotic old gambler, aren't you?"
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"Hmph. Don't you look down on me. I learned my archery from a tengu, you know? It's pretty famous, too."
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"It's just that I'm too good with a sword, you know? That's why no one ever talks about my archery."
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"Actually, now that I think about it, that's such a waste of good archery. How about I teach it to you, then?"
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Once upon a time, you mended that idiot's broken seal cage, all the while speaking those harsh words...
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Once upon a time, though you used harsh words to divert others, you could not help but smile faintly.
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"Please. You're already a Hatamoto with important responsibilities. Why are you still running around looking for trouble?"
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"And you're already married too, to a sweet wife no less. Why do you spend your days wandering and gambling, huh?"
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You're already...
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The question was on the edge of your lips, but you were unable to ask, and you decided never to bring it up again.
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If the Lady Saiguu had been here with you, she would surely have put it in a clever and merry way...
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"It doesn't matter anymore. I gave myself a holiday, at least for today."
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"Let's leave that whole shrine business behind and sneak off to the seaside, just like we did when you were little."
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And so he dragged you to the harbor, where you watched the ships sailing back and forth, as if in a trance.
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You listened to him talk about Teruyo of the shrine, and how she had inherited her master's beauty and skill.
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You listened to him talk about his terrifying nightmares, in which he cut off his own head...
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But you both knew that those were just words to hide the melancholy of adulthood.
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Later, a long time later,
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Overlooking the mossy reefs and the harbor where the two of you once had that quiet rendezvous...
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For the gambler to win his bet again, for the sake of praying for his safety...
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Once again, you dared to stand upon those heights, holding up the seal cage that you made with your own hands.
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Bearing the hope of retrieving those memories, you gathered the power of thunder and lightning. |