9 Past or Dream

"I'm back..." Said Iron, opening his eyes.

Munka Village is there as if nothing happened. The population...is 0...

Iron barely saw anything, only if a storm of sand swarming the area in a large radius.

He surveyed the village, everything was normal.

No people, but the Bamba huts were in perfect condition and the interior hadn't changed.

"Weird," he thought.

Iron turned around. It was a mere glimpse of what he saw. Sand gathering around, forming the shape of his sword.

Iron moved step after step through the storm to claim his sword.

It was too late to be claimed.

It...all...crumbled...to...dust.

The sakuna trees were orange.

Masakumo, a girl with once a bright personality once said, "It was all...wonderful."

She wondered why she was here, she never had this memory before.

After she sat, she got up.

Step after step, Masakumo went to check out the writing on the tree.

"Loru Code," said Masakumo, surprised by what she saw.

She brushed off the dust that is on the code.

She disappeared...

A distant memory, distant past, distant dream.

"It's been 400 years ago, huh," said Grandma Kuzanagi.