Full truth of the immortal river

Chapter 25

Sanemi stands before the rows of gravestones, his eyes scanning the names etched into the cold stone. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of nearby trees, adding a solemn melody to the atmosphere. Memories of battles fought, victories won, and lives lost flood his mind.

As he pays his respects to each fallen comrade, he takes a moment to reflect on the journey they shared. A tinge of sadness grips his heart, but he also feels a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the moments they laughed, fought side by side, and supported one another. Their memories become a guiding light, urging him to continue on the path they started.

After his visit, Sanemi joins Annie, Kaito, and Hinatsuru for dinner. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, filled with the comforting aroma of food and the gentle chatter of friends. They gather around the table, sharing stories and laughter, finding solace in one another's company.

As he sips his drink, Sanemi's thoughts drift to the future, a future he envisions bathed in brightness and serenity. In his internal monologue, he speaks softly, almost as if whispering to the fallen.

"I dream of a bright future, where the people I love are smiling until the day they depart for heaven. I hope that they will live happily, and I pray that they will live safely without fear, even if I'm no longer there. I want them to live, to live their lives to their fullest. I'm sure if you were me, you'd say the same thing."

Sanemi's gaze sweeps across the table, taking in the faces of his companions. A profound sense of protectiveness swells within him, a desire to shield them from any harm. He wishes for these peaceful days to last, cherishing the bonds they share, and hoping that the future holds only joy and prosperity for those he cares about.

With determination etched into his features, Sanemi raises his glass, a silent toast to the fallen and a vow to carry their memories forward. In this moment, surrounded by loved ones, he finds solace, knowing that their spirits live on within him and that their sacrifices were not in vain.

As the evening unfolds, laughter fills the room, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the warmth of shared moments. The flickering candlelight dances on their faces, illuminating the hope that resides within their hearts. Together, they forge a bond that transcends time and space, united by the strength and love that flows through their veins.

And as the night draws to a close, Sanemi silently offers a final prayer, a whispered plea for peace and happiness to accompany them on their journey. For in his heart, he knows that as long as their spirits endure, they will continue to live, to fight, and to cherish the gift of life, forever honoring the memory of those who have fallen.

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A young boy's eyes shimmer with curiosity as he clutches the journal in his hands. He looks up at his mother, his voice filled with innocent wonder.

"Mom, what is Sun Breathing? The journal mentions it so many times."

His mother smiles gently, her eyes reflecting both warmth and nostalgia. She takes her son's hand and leads him to a small, cozy room adorned with mementos from a bygone era. In the center of the room stands a wooden display case, showcasing Sanemi's gleaming katana, a symbol of his legacy.

Pointing at the katana, the mother begins to weave a tale of heroism and valor, her voice brimming with pride.

"Sun Breathing was a unique and powerful swordsmanship style passed down through the generations. It was wielded by your great-great-grandfather, Sanemi, a remarkable warrior who fought against formidable adversaries."

The boy's eyes widen as his imagination takes flight. His gaze then falls upon the pictures on the wall, one of which captures the image of a strong and resolute man standing beside a woman with a gentle smile.