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荒野流転 (Wilderness Vicissitudes) – FictionJunction Yuuka
Bushido.
Bushido.
It rolls off his tongue, comes out with quality like flint, sparking and igniting.
And he thinks, as he studies the katana in his hands, the best sword in the world, that he will do anything to succeed. To fly away and change.
There is blood on his hands, of course, it will always, always be there.
But that is the irony of it: He wants to postpone. He wants to stem the flow, all the while knowing he will never be able to choke it down.
But life is long, life is short, and he will do anything, anything that he thinks is right.
And he thinks, at the edge of his mind, that he is fading into madness. Nothing makes sense anymore. Thousands of years of tea and koto and kanji, kabuki and honor, are about to fall away in an instant. It is like death—the life builds and prospers, struggling to take hold, taking years and years to build; all to the climax, where a single cut dissolves it to memory.
And with this katana—the greatest weapon in the world—he makes this cut.