-Kasen sort of shrugged, brushing some of his hair aside and turning his gaze upwards to the hazy, early March sky. The transition of seasons was supposed to be such a time of inspiration for him, and yet...-

I am not a modern man. I am a sword from the Muromachi period. But even discounting all of that, I've never fit into the slots and molds of society's expectations for men of my generation, in Japan or here in Recolle.