Deep in the shadows of the Sawako Shrine, sakura petals swirled in the wind. The wind moaned... there came a mysterious aura in the air.
The petals stirred, grouping together....forming the shape of a man.
You think you may have killed me, Hori...but you forget..I am a sakurazukamori...
there, in the shadows, Seishirou waited...
Then, he saw the girl...walking slowly, sadly, up to the shrine.
"Why so sad, Hori?" He smiled...in partial amusment at the surprised look on her face,