Allen stood at the grave side—a weak smile on his face.

Sakura blossoms floated by in the calm spring morning breeze.

Allen kneeled.

"It's been quite a while…Kanda-sama." He whispered—tears falling down a smiling face.

"I…" Allen's voice broke.

"I…miss you terribly master.." he choked.

He smiled a bit.

Samurai do not cry.

"You died a brave death though…you saved me, and Shingen-dono. You should
know I'm very proud…You left Mugen to me..but I don't feel like I have the right to use it. I will treasure you..us. Always. I.." Allen's voice broke for what seemed to be the 100th time.

"I love you…"

Sakura petals slowly ascended on the light spring breeze—and floated off into the distance.