As the moon continued its celestial journey, Kurayami's gaze remained fixed upon it, a silent tribute to the master who had guided him on the path of the sword. In the stillness of the night, he found solace in the memories of his master, and a smile in his face.
In the depths of Kurayami's memories, he saw the vision of his master, a figure cloaked in wisdom and strength. His master's image was etched with striking features - long, flowing white hair, a matching beard that reached his chest, deep black eyes that seemed to pierce the soul, and the iconic crimson coat that always adorned his form. It was a vivid recollection, as if his master stood before him once more.
