"apricot flower, though you have one bloom, you are an apricot still."
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IN THE PROCESS OF PICKING UP FLOWERS, MIDARE LOOKED PERPLEXED. His words were spoken out so strangely; so spontaneously; that Midare’s blue eyes are widely open as they stare in confusion at the Kanesada uchigatana. Once been the tantou of a patron of the arts, Midare wonders if that could’ve been a haiku, as strange as it sounds.
–– He must admit he hadn’t expected him to be a fan of something as tranquil as a haiku. ❛ Kanesada-san? ❜






