Kaito, however, was different. He wasn't a fighter or a mage. He was a listener.
"That her father gave Ren a false choice. There was no village. Ren’s family had already been slaughtered a week prior. The warlord just wanted to break his spirit. He wanted Ren to live with the guilt of killing the only thing he loved, for a lie." sakura lost saga
Kaito emerged from the Lost Saga into the real world, standing alone in a quiet park. It was spring. The real cherry tree—the descendant of Sakura’s tree—rained down petals around him. One landed on his tongue. It tasted not of copper, but of honey. Kaito, however, was different
Kaito Tanaka had never seen anything like it. Snow should have been choking the hollowed streets of Old Kyoto, but instead, a blizzard of pale pink blossoms swirled through the ruins. They melted on contact with his skin, leaving not water, but the faint, coppery taste of a memory not his own. "That her father gave Ren a false choice
"She would have said yes," Sakura whispered.
The priest’s form solidified. "Know what, traveler?"
