“Rain, rain, go away...” Mikazuki sat on the floor staring out into the rain.
The other swords had made teru teru bozu the previous day were hung right above him. The forecast said it was supposed to rain all week. The pitter patter of rain falling on the roof tiles was calming, maybe too calming. It had been raining that day too, now that he thought of it.
They had gotten into a urban night battle with some Revisionists. He struggled as he wasn’t made for battle nor for narrow alleyways. In the end,he lost him, white dyed in red.
“I’m glad to have met you...,” Had been his last words.
“Come again another day...”