The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk.
The sea breeze howled, the waves crashed.
Chiba Sakurako, dressed in mourning clothes, stood on a natural cliff by the sea, holding a heavy urn in her arms. Her delicate and beautiful face was expressionless, quietly serene.
The incoming sea breeze stirred her silky hair, which constantly brushed against her cheeks, giving her an ethereal beauty.
Standing beside Chiba Sakurako was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, handsome in appearance, bearing a resemblance to the Sword God, and he too was in mourning clothes.
A week had passed since the battle on Canglang Island.
Today was the seventh day since the Sword God's passing.
"Father lived a life with no shame to the heavens and earth, no shame to you and me. In fact, after mother left, he no longer had any attachments. Living was just for the two of us siblings."
