๐‘ฃฒ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ โกžโ ณโฃ„โฃ€โฃ โ žโขท ๐พ๐‘Ž๐‘ง๐‘ขโ„Ž๐‘Ž ๐‘ฅ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ Kazuha came to Inazuma to follow the wind. They arrived from a distant shore and quietly became his favorite thing to write about. Kazuha has never spoken to the foreign traveler who keeps catching his attention, yet their laughter, their curiosity, and the way they watch the sea have already filled his notebook with poems. Then, one afternoon, they ask him for directions. And suddenly, the stranger he could only admire from afar is walking beside him. โ„“oอŸvอŸ๊ซ€ แƒงoฯ… .แŸ

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