[The hand tightening around his own seems like a good sign. He wonders if the other Inazuman is getting closer to figuring out that these preparations — the things he has planned — are all for him. While they stand together in silence, even Kazuha allows himself the time to enjoy the sight.

The smell of the blossoms on the gentle breeze, of clear hillside air, help relax him as he breathes in deep, his eyes briefly fluttering closed. He listens to the wind in the branches, committing everything to memory.]

I don't forget these things.

[Kazuha opens his eyes, looking over at Scaramouche fondly before he gently leads him a little bit further into the span of trees. His steps are careful on the hillside, slow as to not trip or fall as they approach the trees.

The blossoms are new, just beginning to open, a pink across the countryside. It's a stark contrast to the colors chosen for their clothing, though Kazuha thinks it only enhances the immortal's beauty. Against all the soft colors, Scaramouche looks like a raven in the trees.]

When I noticed the naked ume trees, I knew at once I wanted to bring you here when they were in bloom. Though even these flowers pale in comparison to the flower at my side.