...

This rain feels familiar. I felt it on the day I buried her.

And as I bury him, it comes again.

I will not heed the ghosts that linger, instead I will return to my sworn duty.

Ridiculous.

Senbonzakura is far too noble for such low work. I shall rely on my demon arts rather than sully the blade.

I am surprised so many have an issue with their bodies.

It is nothing to scream over.

The sun feels nice.

This is unacceptable!

My sword is not meant to cut down such vermin.

...

Well, this is a colourful hell.

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... there is something stirring in these woods.

Something that I cannot name, even with all my senses.

The air here feels thick and heavy, and each step I take feels as a hundred of the same.

... I am growing weary.

Once again, I am alone.

This is not a state of which I would lament. However, things are somewhat more complex now than in the past.

This place is thickly wooded, I can barely see the sky through the canopy of leaves. Thus far I have come into contact with no one.

Yet.

I will resume my exploration of this 'Paradise' now that I have rested some. I have enjoyed a conversation with a boy named Ritsuka, whose company is the singular bright spot in this experience thus far.

I grow weary of this world.

...

I am no longer in Tokyo.

And I am alone.

This place... is unlike any that I have ever seen.

I feel the urge to simply rest here in this glade, for the time. The sun is so very warm and the grass soft. The breeze is sweet and smells of jasmine.

It is peaceful.