"He is...." Before Fuyuki finished continuing her words, a middle-aged woman called her name in the distance, so gently....
"Fuyuki...."
He said softly and barefoot, Fuyuki who heard the softness of the voice immediately turned her head.
As soon as he saw it... It was the woman he was looking for, dressed in brown, and wearing a light brown women's top, in a white suit and having her hair bunned in the back and wearing glasses....
Of course, only from his voice did he know it.
Fuyuki was wide-eyed in shock and she felt unable to grasp her sword anymore, she ran small and tried to hold it with her mouth slightly wide open and a drop of tears falling from her eyes.
Ibara was instantly subdued with a sad and longing expression, she seemed unable to see this son running towards her.
All the guards who were there were astonished, slowly the ice that had been strong slowly melted.
