Chapter 44: Behind The Warrior

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Returning from England, the first destination of Kazuki and Asu was the home of Kazuki which was located within the shrine

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Returning from England, the first destination of Kazuki and Asu was the home of Kazuki which was located within the shrine. After meeting with Koujirou and Iori, Kazuki decided to give a tour to Asu before putting their luggage in his bedroom.

 After meeting with Koujirou and Iori, Kazuki decided to give a tour to Asu before putting their luggage in his bedroom

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'With you by my side,
I found the strength to strive further.
With you in my world,
I found light in the dark.
You are my strength.
You are my weakness.
You are the reason for my life.'

Darkness shrouded the cloudless sky, creating a vivid contrast with the glowing moon

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Darkness shrouded the cloudless sky, creating a vivid contrast with the glowing moon. The grey-haired man sat comfortably on the wooden porch in front of his room, setting his emerald eyes on the Zen garden before his eyes.

Like a midnight rhapsody was held in the garden, the cicadas sat on the trees and bushes, chirping loudly without concern if they annoyed humankind. Like a musical band that accompanied nature's singers, the babbling water played by a house of the carps followed. Like in a theatre in the dark they performed, the picturesque greenery shaded with a gloomy hue. 

A typical summer night in the house- one that accompanied the grey-haired man for years; yet, such a typical night was sufficient to send him down memory lane. When was the last time he sat at his favourite spot in the house? He remembered; each memory was just as fresh as yesterday.

Like the guiding light of the Hermit in the dark, the dimmed warm light shone from the lanterns by the porch led the brunette to his bedroom. Her insecurity that was triggered by the darkness of the traditional house had finally fled away the second a familiar face entered her sight.

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