Description
The sheen of silver is not innocence. Can the blades of the past cut through fate's connections? If a storm subdued still has the power to save a certain person... The ringing of the old sword in its crate speaks of the "good" old days that one doesn't want to remember.
"Nekomata, put it down. No, there's no secret... Nicole, please let me explain, she was the one who started it..." — Anby, just a typical day with the Cunning Hares.
"Nekomata, put it down. No, there's no secret... Nicole, please let me explain, she was the one who started it..." — Anby, just a typical day with the Cunning Hares.