Moon・Shadow・Dance・Blossom [OPEN]

There was once a story Shin had heard, an urban legend- that cherry blossoms were actually originally a tree with pure white blossoms. The delicate blooms were only pink because each tree had a dead body under it and the tree took root on the human sacrifice, soaking up its blood and thus the pink hue.

Ofcourse, this was a simple myth, nothing but a childish horror story whispered between elementary schoolers, but looking up at the trees he came across now, bathed by the moonlight it felt like it would be rude not to offer the graceful trees fertiliser, they did say that human blood was very good for plants, did they not?

Battle fields are where the most beautiful flowers bloom

The soft, warm spring evening breeze ruffled the man's hair as it blew by where he stood, and the man society seemed to think of as a villain closed his eyes. The wind felt like phantom fingers caressing him, the rustling of the leaves being blown could almost sound like disembodied whispers- or maybe it was? This was the old capital of Kyoto, afterall, the place that was said to house a thousand and more spirits. Shin opened his eyes slowly once more as he heard the voices of some tourists passing by a few meters away. It was a nice evening for a stroll, but possibly, it was a nice evening to find some fertiliser for these fine flowers that symbolize Japan? Or perhaps...just someone to keep him company. Or maybe he would finally find that person he could serve with all his being.

Patience was a virtue.