The sun shines through the faded shoji and the worn tatami smells like old grass. Outside, some of the tantou laugh in the garden, and an older voice laughs after them. They shriek with delight and run farther away. Someone is cooking in the kitchen. It smells like fresh rice. The sound of soft paws walks on the patio and one of the Konnosuke mentions a squad returning soon.
Tsurumaru sits up on the floor and lets all of the sounds and scents wash over him. More than that, there's a new weight. No, it isn't new. It's an old, familiar weight and he raises a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.)
...
(And then he gets up onto his feet and sets out to find Ookurikara.)
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The sun shines through the faded shoji and the worn tatami smells like old grass. Outside, some of the tantou laugh in the garden, and an older voice laughs after them. They shriek with delight and run farther away. Someone is cooking in the kitchen. It smells like fresh rice. The sound of soft paws walks on the patio and one of the Konnosuke mentions a squad returning soon.
Tsurumaru sits up on the floor and lets all of the sounds and scents wash over him. More than that, there's a new weight. No, it isn't new. It's an old, familiar weight and he raises a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.)
...
(And then he gets up onto his feet and sets out to find Ookurikara.)