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The world is abound with things of beauty.
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The scattering moonlight. The blooming red plum blossoms.
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Among all that is beautiful in this world... Faust considers these two the finest of them all.
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... Faust is confident that she has read nearly every book in existence; no knowledge may escape Faust's grasp.
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Even still, to me... nothing else comes close to these two.
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Regardless...
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I am okay. I can create new things with the strokes of my brush, put my thoughts to paper.
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... We are to leave this home behind soon.
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S Corp. can no longer be redeemed.
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The deluge of corruption, pouring from the headwaters and perverting every strand of the waterways of this river, cannot be stemmed.
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We are but scholars of the martial arts; we cannot be a levee, let alone a dam to stop that flow.
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Yet, there are virtuous ones who seek to purify the rivers of these putrefactions.
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We... or, at least our mentor... felt that we must help them.
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It may have been his personal sense of justice. Perhaps it was his own way of providing us with a last bastion to save our homeland.
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I have not inquired him, for he is a man of few words.
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I suppose his intentions behind this action matters not when we have already failed. We could not stop the levee from leaking.
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The flood took us, who stood next to the levee to defend it... and it left us no choice but to abandon our home.
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It was no easy decision to leave the Nest behind.
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The Blade Lineage under our mentor's guidance were all small feathers, each minor officials of their own.
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S Corp. sent the Ch'unokkun after the mentor...
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We have lost many fellows in the process. Yet I must consider ourselves lucky; though our forces have dwindled, we were allowed to convene under the same banner once again.
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... One day, I would like to pen a letter under the moonlight again.
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Mm. Before my brush with death does memories of the past return to me.
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So I wield this blade to protect my fellows, to prepare a new home for us.
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Though the red plum blossoms wilt with time and lose their beauty, I shall bloom them nonetheless. So that this fleeting moment may be treasured.
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... How long has it been since we have departed our Nest?
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Though I write not under the moonlight, I had a brief moment to write with my brush.
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My fellows have diligently sought a new home for us and led us to the Backstreets of T Corp....
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... Yet it was already occupied by a different Syndicate.
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It need not be said that conflict was inevitable.
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Mm.
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Something casts its shadow over the moon.
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They call themselves the Heug-un... Dark cloud.
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The cloud may eclipse the moon for a brief moment, indeed.
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But...
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When the wind blows, and when time passes, the cloud will scatter like any other.
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And before the majesty of the moon, the cloud is as insignificant as a speck of dust.
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This cloud shall be cast from the skies like the splendid shower of plum blossom petals.
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It may be by my hands, our mentor's... or another Salsu's.
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Whoever it may be, the outcome is inevitable.
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The cloud shall scatter, and red plum blossoms shall bloom from our foes.
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As it all should be.
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World of the Kurokumo Clan and Blade Lineage Identity Stories
