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... is head up just enough for the moonlight to spill across the pale blossoms, soft as a dream.
It wasn't some carefully crafted line. It was what he truly felt.
The men of the Yamazakura group had already retreated inside to tend their wounds. Out of respect for the elders, Kyousuke had held back a little.
Respecting the old and protecting the young—an ancient virtue worth carrying on.
Thanks to that conviction, his underlings had come out unscathed.
That wa ...
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