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"Look at all the flowers! I want one! Please!" A little girl pointed to a stall of flowers, in awe.
A woman chuckled, purchasing a small bouquet of them and placing it in the little girl's hand. The girl inhaled the fresh scent, hugging the soft petals to her face in glee.
z̷̷̛̛͚̟̼̰̩͈̠̳̯̬̳̦̜̺̦̀̆ͭ̄̒ͫͮ̿͐̃ͦ͐ͣ̔͐͋̇̕͘͘͠͞u̥̐ͯ_̴̵̨̗̜͎̪̪͔̎̿̑̓͗̓ͦ̒́̔͘͝m̨̭̯͚̥̙̝͈̝̫̪̳̮̘̗̽̂͊̎̒̆ͭ͋̓̐ͫ̂̂ͧ́͒́̅ͬ͘̕̕͢͠į̸͍̗̬͙̙͔̣̮̠̬̻̼̮ͬ̏̊͛ͧͮ̐̌ͫͦ̊͘̕͜͢͢͞͝ was watching the interaction the entire time, noticing the young girl was around her age. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a messy low-ponytail with strands of her bangs falling in front of her ears - "Sanjiro style", he tried to call it, even though he hadn't a clue on how to style a girl's hair.
She met clan after clan members, bowing to 'worthy' rivals after rivals, and was eventually left with silence beside the old man. Although not once did she acknowledge her peers as a worthy rival.
"Uncle, what do girl's do with flowers?" She asked, breaking the silence.
Sanjiro raised a brow, "Flowers?" He seemed taken aback, but thought for a moment for her curious sake, "They're used for shrines, gifting... and even farewells."
"Farewells?" z̷̷̛̛͚̟̼̰̩͈̠̳̯̬̳̦̜̺̦̀̆ͭ̄̒ͫͮ̿͐̃ͦ͐ͣ̔͐͋̇̕͘͘͠͞u̥̐ͯ_̴̵̨̗̜͎̪̪͔̎̿̑̓͗̓ͦ̒́̔͘͝m̨̭̯͚̥̙̝͈̝̫̪̳̮̘̗̽̂͊̎̒̆ͭ͋̓̐ͫ̂̂ͧ́͒́̅ͬ͘̕̕͢͠į̸͍̗̬͙̙͔̣̮̠̬̻̼̮ͬ̏̊͛ͧͮ̐̌ͫͦ̊͘̕͜͢͢͞͝ repeated.
Sanjiro simply nodded, grabbing her small hand, "What's got you so interested in flowers? You have training to do, that's the priority." He gently nudged her.
"I know... I was just wondering why it made that girl so happy." z̷̷̛̛͚̟̼̰̩͈̠̳̯̬̳̦̜̺̦̀̆ͭ̄̒ͫͮ̿͐̃ͦ͐ͣ̔͐͋̇̕͘͘͠͞u̥̐ͯ_̴̵̨̗̜͎̪̪͔̎̿̑̓͗̓ͦ̒́̔͘͝m̨̭̯͚̥̙̝͈̝̫̪̳̮̘̗̽̂͊̎̒̆ͭ͋̓̐ͫ̂̂ͧ́͒́̅ͬ͘̕̕͢͠į̸͍̗̬͙̙͔̣̮̠̬̻̼̮ͬ̏̊͛ͧͮ̐̌ͫͦ̊͘̕͜͢͢͞͝ pouted her bottom lip out.
Sanjiro laughed through his nose, bending down as he swiftly picked her up onto his hip, continuing to walk with her in his arms. It was rare for him to do this, so z̷̷̛̛͚̟̼̰̩͈̠̳̯̬̳̦̜̺̦̀̆ͭ̄̒ͫͮ̿͐̃ͦ͐ͣ̔͐͋̇̕͘͘͠͞u̥̐ͯ_̴̵̨̗̜͎̪̪͔̎̿̑̓͗̓ͦ̒́̔͘͝m̨̭̯͚̥̙̝͈̝̫̪̳̮̘̗̽̂͊̎̒̆ͭ͋̓̐ͫ̂̂ͧ́͒́̅ͬ͘̕̕͢͠į̸͍̗̬͙̙͔̣̮̠̬̻̼̮ͬ̏̊͛ͧͮ̐̌ͫͦ̊͘̕͜͢͢͞͝ always tried her best to hide her enjoyment.
"Why would you wanna give farewell flowers anyways?"
He shrugged, "A final acceptance of the end of something, I suppose."
"Why would you want anything to end?"
"Everything ends at some point, z̷̷̛̛͚̟̼̰̩͈̠̳̯̬̳̦̜̺̦̀̆ͭ̄̒ͫͮ̿͐̃ͦ͐ͣ̔͐͋̇̕͘͘͠͞u̥̐ͯ_̴̵̨̗̜͎̪̪͔̎̿̑̓͗̓ͦ̒́̔͘͝m̨̭̯͚̥̙̝͈̝̫̪̳̮̘̗̽̂͊̎̒̆ͭ͋̓̐ͫ̂̂ͧ́͒́̅ͬ͘̕̕͢͠į̸͍̗̬͙̙͔̣̮̠̬̻̼̮ͬ̏̊͛ͧͮ̐̌ͫͦ̊͘̕͜͢͢͞͝" Sanjiro sighed, looking away, "Like I do, you move on to accomplish your goal."
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