The boy knelt in front of the bulging ground and turned his head sideways down the hill.

After days of preparation, people finally began to migrate. The village could no longer be inhabited, the wooden houses were all in the mud, and black smoke was still rising from the charred charcoal wood after the fire. Thick pools of blood could be seen everywhere, and countless corpses were piled up on both sides of the road. The people left with thin attire on their backs, sad faces, and haggard.

The savage Orientals rushed into the village at night, slashing their terrible weapons wantonly, killing innocent people and separating their relatives and lovers. The slaughter continued all night, and when the sun rose again, the once peaceful village was as dead as if it were dead.

Only this mountain with its cherry blossoms still retains this warmth for the time being.

The boy turned his head, picked up the teapot he had found from the ruins, and filled the two teacups in front of him.

The breeze blows, and the cherry blossom petals fall and drift into the fragrant teacup.

The boy smiled and whispered, "Sakura, you're here......"

The cherry blossoms swayed and floated up to caress the boy's cheek. The young man picked up the teacup and drank it silently, his eyes calm.

In the firelight, a young man named Kui Dubara was running away with the delicate girl. But with a scream from the girl, he could no longer hold the cold hand. He was pushed to the ground by the girl, but the girl was killed by a large knife stabbed from the side...... Sakura's hot blood splattered on his face......

Then, he killed the oriental, and in his arms the girl's body, which had lost its temperature, he walked slowly towards the mountain with cherry blossoms that had not yet been invaded......

Nothing could be more memorable in his life. But when he thought about it, his expression was calm, there was no anger, no hatred, only silently drinking tea.

Under the bulging earth, a girl named Sakura slept peacefully.

***

The cup of tea was gone, and the boy lifted the knife beside him and got up.

"Sakura, it won't be long before it's not quiet here......" The boy looked around, and the cherry blossoms were blooming enthusiastically. The refreshing fragrance of flowers permeated the heavens and the earth, but they never expected that the blood in the distance would eventually swallow up the place.

The boy sighed deeply: "You must take care of yourself......"

The boy turned and walked away.

The wind blew, and the cherry blossoms fell, clinging to the boy's upright back. It's like a retention of the boy.

The boy stopped, silent for a long time. He finally turned around and smiled: "Sakura, when I return from killing the enemy, I will definitely go to find you and marry you......"

The boy left and never looked back. His direction is different from the muddy road under people's feet.

Innocent people, displaced for refuge; The man of destiny rushed to the battlefield.