Back then, I—Ouch!Sorry about that.Say...Where were you headed in such a hurry?By the way, what are you doing, spacing out in a place like this?
Everything that has occurred since I was born into this world.
"The sky clears up,
Winds brush the young willows' hair"
That moment, a kishin continues the poem:This was the same oni whose arm Watanabe no Tsuna would later cut off.The Oni of RashomonLooks like spring is coming to the capital as well...
I was just reminiscing about everything.
Miyako no Yoshika passes by Rashomon, singing a verse:Wonder what I should couple that with...
Sweeping away,
Waves wash the old moss's beard
Today's showing signs of spring too, isn't it?—how about something like that?
*BUMP*
Nowhere special, but what need is there to walk slowly?