𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘪'𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
Seasons may change; years will pass, and time─a deep blue yonder. To which if such a strange phenomenon puts an end to the samurai wanderer's mundane life, w...
For so long as I can remember, she was an entity in whom, being weak, was her strongest trait despite being a god.
- the wanderer
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Many who marched the path to nobility often lost sight of themselves.
The sweet poison of power becomes the tempting apple to the eye of the beholder; their ambitions increase vigorously. And, rather than in light of goodness, they grew in darkness, eagerly seizing the hand for absolute authority.
However, a lone samurai could beg to differ.
Luxury was never really a goal he toiled for, nor did he regard it as a living. It was a motivation absent in his prowess.
A simpleton─you could call him. He was a young lad who would appreciate a sun warmed rock for a pillow, the soft grass for a bed, and the glorious heavens for a blanket. Nothing was more comfortable for him other than basking in nature's sunshine.
"Where ya' headed today?"
It was an arrogant tone, borderline mocking, although the boy in question knew that the owner of the voice proved otherwise. With a grin accompanying the straw of wheat between his teeth, he recognized the merchant.
"... The weather is fine. I suppose a hike on the mountains would suffice." He replied.
Platinum blonde glimmered under the rays of the midday sun, the winds ushering to brush against it together with the leaves around as if to encourage the thought.
"Good luck then. Here." The man pulled out something from his bag and threw it to the swordsman's palms.
It was a small brown pouch.
"This is...?"
"You've been a great help the past few days, so take this. You have my thanks. Have a safe trip, Kazuha!"
With a wave, the merchant pushed his cart full of vegetables and trod away after wishing his former companion well on his journey.
The short fellow watched as his friend faded at a distance. Once more, it was clear that he was left alone again. Such a thing never really bothered him as he was more than happy to go on various adventures.
A wanderer who roams the land─Kaedehara Kazuha was his name.
Though he bore the mark of his ancestors, a lineage of noble blood, he set off on a different path unlike most aristocratic Inazuma clan members. It was something that the seizure of his clan home allowed due to the lack of wealth and duty. Now, he simply gazes at the landscapes of the Narukami Island he soon will walk upon.
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"Phew~"
Kazuha wiped the tiny beads of sweat emerging from his forehead and looked back at his trail.
