When Aoto suddenly grasped his side where his sword was and dashed toward the riverbank, Mukiwa, though completely unaware of what was happening, chose to quickly follow.
Just as Mukiwa prepared to step forward to pursue Aoto, a gust of night wind swept a delicate sakura blossom from the tree branch right into her face.
The small, pale pink sakura blossom was exquisitely beautiful, with vibrant colors and a delicate allure.
Staring at the sakura brought to her by the night wind, Mukiwa hesitated for an instant, then reflexively reached out, seized it, and tucked it into her embrace.
Following Aoto into the dark alley behind them, Mukiwa naturally laid eyes on the mysterious figure cloaked in brown, and her expression instantly shifted.
The mysterious figure, slightly shorter than Aoto, wore a brown cloak reminiscent of Western styles, with a large hood for protection against the wind.
