How many times has it been, that I’ve watched the cherry blossoms in here. Everything changes with time. World affairs, ideologies, and even… the Shinsengumi. I precisely believe in those things that do not change.
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Hijikata would look right at home in the middle of a storm of blossoms. Each fallen petal was strikingly beautiful, in defiance of the tragic end they would surely face. Hijikata, with his unshakable devotion to the samurai way, shone as brilliantly and beautifully as any cherry blossom.
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