"There is no pain so great than a memory of joy in present grief." The most beautiful sword of Japan finds himself on the soil of Saniwa Spirit's citadel, birthed from the flames of the forge. He was brought there by the mere chaining presence of someone so familiar only to be greeted with... “I am Ichigo Hitofuri. The pleasure is mine to meet you, Munechika-dono.” that someone being unable to remember their weaving past together. [This is a piece of fanfiction about Touken Ranbu and the pairing MikaIchi. It's mostly fluff, angst and plot dependent]
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