"Buddha! The white snow falling on the Ezo land is truly magnificent. No matter how I look at it, I never tire of it!… It's just a pity, I've been away from Wakasa's homeland for too long, and barely remember the autumn glow on the Three Directions Five Lakes when I went boating with my grandfather in my youth… I only remember hunting with my father at the Qibi Song Yuan!… I suppose, they've been waiting for me for a long time now, beyond the Sanzu River, in the Netherworld?…"
"Old friend, it's thanks to you again for running to the Wakasa Takeda's main family, speaking of some old words difficult to express… Old acquaintances have mostly faded away, and as I approach death, only you, my old friend, can still accompany me!…"
Takeda Nobuhiro smiled peacefully, holding Mori no Kiyoshi's hand. Mori no Kiyoshi's eyes reddened, but he only smiled and said.
