After the ephemeral brilliance and radiance, dreams and life burned away together.
Only dust and ashes fell from the sky.
The world before me gradually crumbled and shattered, disappearing without a trace.
Everything swiftly drifted away, waving goodbye.
Too late to confirm the outcome of that sword strike, yet such matters no longer concerned him. Perhaps he once harbored immense unease and fear towards everything in this world, but with this single sword thrust, he had no doubts.
Because it was already over.
Either for the opponent or for himself.
In the swiftly darkening world, countless fleeting glimpses flashed before Kusaki's eyes.
The minute essence accumulated over a long life flew past before his eyes, bringing not unease or fear, but indescribable fulfillment and gratitude.
As if returning to the past once more, in the former laughter, words, cups, moonlight, and flowers, everything became so real.
