[i]It was a rainy day. Opposing clan's territorial town was burnt down into ashes. 

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A young Nanashi was chosen to kill the children of opposing lord. Surrounded by his fellow soldiers, ready to cut both of children heads. He was hesitate to do but he had no choice. He ended the first one life with a clean cut. The second child burst out with its crying. Embracing the decreased sibling. One of Nanashi's ally picked up the child to keep it hold on and ready for its turn. Nanashi took another clean cut as the head rolled down. 

It was his first battle and victory.[/i]

Nanashi woke up with an awkward position on the ground. It seemed that he fell as he recovered from his nightmare. He recovered and started to roam on the ship with his katana.

In current, he is on the upper deck, leaning with his two upper arms on the railing of the edge of the ship. Staring on the whole blue sea.