Sword Demon was still on that same street, and the breeze in the air was still blowing just the same. The leaves, too, were dancing along with the motion of the wind, just like before.
However, the feeling he had in him was different, and so the same scene looked different to him. The street looked as if it was filled with hope, and the light breeze about was refreshing. Even the falling leaves looked warm and inviting. There was not even a shade of melancholia in his heart right now.
