You knew that this was supposed to be home, but it felt different.
It was close enough, though. Closing your eyes, you let the wind blow gently through your hair, soothing you. It felt familiar, almost.
Namazuo was laughing as he ran about, looking happier than you had ever seen him. You smiled slightly, but something seemed off.
Everything seemed off, because nothing made sense.
You couldn't remember anything. After so many years searching for your memories, after all the battles and injuries, you'd began to think of this place as the one which held all your memories.
Yet you remembered nothing. Nothing, except all the times you'd spent with the other swords. They were you brothers too. And the kind saniwa, who always took care of everyone…
This wasn't home anymore, not for the current you. The you that had so, so many memories, who still selfishly wanted more.
You let a single tear fall, for the past you would never recall, then wipe it away, letting everything go, standing up to walk to Namazuo's side.
He's smiling, a little sadly, at you. "You don't remember, do you?"
You shake your head, and your voice doesn't tremble when you say "Let's go home."
This place might have once been home, but not anymore. Home was where your heart was; with the others. With Namazuo.
He holds you close when you cry on the way back, for all the things you'd lost.
Then he kisses you, lovingly, for all the memories you'd yet to make.