"What are you talking about... it's nonsense!"
The Fu Jian Hua she knew, the older friend who had often played with her in childhood, would never say such inexplicable things. What on earth was Sakura Dance thinking?
The heart of Sakura Dance had changed oddly; she kept on insisting that she was a deity... Undoubtedly, the Great Country Lord was one of the myriad gods... Hiding God... was it a wish?
"Are you siding with Shiyu Genmi to fulfill a wish?"
"My wishes have long since faded; only duty remains." Sakura Dance cast her eyes down, "This country is dying, and I shall be the one to bury it."
Linai had an ominous premonition. The nunchaku in her hand suddenly became eerily light, as if part of their weight had inexplicably vanished. With a forceful, weighted blow, she temporarily dispersed the flurry of petals and observed the outer side of her nunchaku carefully.
