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When the puppet woke up, he was surrounded by loved ones. He just has a dream… he dreamed it was his birthday. In the dream, himself, his creator…no, his mother and his replacement his sister were a ‘family’.
“Oh Kunikuzushi, we’ve finally found you. The people of Inazuma cannot wait to celebrate it with you.”
He walked out of the Tenshukaku, and everyone smiled as they gathered around him, desperate to give him his gifts.
Finally, he got onto a Goshoguruma and waved goodbye.
He did not know that this would be his last day in Inazuma city with his “family” for he was going to be abandoned and left behind in favour of his sister his replacement.
When the Kabukimono woke up, he was surrounded by the people he cared for. He just had a dream… he dreamed it was his birthday. In the dream, Niwa, Nagamasa and Katsuragi found him hiding in a cave of flowers and maple leaves.
“Oh Kabukimono! We finally found you! Come with us, the people of Taturasuna can’t wait to celebrate your birthday with you.”
He walked to the village with Niwa, Nagamasa and Katsuragi, and everyone smiled as they gathered around him, desperate to give him his gifts.
Finally, he got onto a Goshoguruma and waved goodbye.
Little did the Kabukimono know, this would be the last time they would celebrate a joyous occasion together, for a disaster would arrive to Taturasuna. The eccentric wanderer would later meet a boy he would try to save, but it was all in vain, for the boy would die anyway.
When the 6th harbinger woke up, he was surrounded by machinery. He just had a dream… he dreamed it was his birthday. He scoffed. What a pathetic occasion. But he couldn’t help but wonder…
In the dream, the 6th harbinger was given a heart by the doctor.
“Oh Balladeer, you’ve finally found what you dreamed of. The other harbingers can’t wait to celebrate this occasion with you.”
He marched out of the room, smirking and everyone ‘smiled’ as they gathered around him. There were no gifts to be given.
…Finally, he got onto a Goshoguruma and waved goodbye.
The 6th harbinger knew this was the day he was to be birthed as a god. The suffering he had endured to get to this point would not be fruitless after all. He would destroy all obstacles that come in his path, for no one was going to stop him now.
When the Balladeer woke up, he was surrounded by the people that once betrayed him. It was his birthday.
Happy Birthday, Scaramouche.