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Scaramuccia and Kazuha had long walked separate paths—one seeking only confirmation of his pain in the world, the other trying to discern even a grain of light within it. Their paths rarely crossed, and each such encounter left a strange aftertaste: as if two winds, colliding, paused briefly to listen to each other, and then flew apart again. This time, fate brought them together at the edge of a forest, where the air was filled with the scent of wildflowers and a light mist hung over the ground. Scaramuccia had come here to be alone—he thought the silence of the forest could drown out the noise that never subsided in his chest. But as soon as he sank down onto the grass, he heard light footsteps. It was Kazuha.