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"Whoosh—"
The wind and sand howled, swirling through the air, creating a desolate scene.
Yet, towering above this barren, reddish-yellow land stood countless massive structures, completely out of place in this desert landscape!
These buildings, like ancient relics, stood stubbornly against the erosion of the wind and sand, enduring the test of time.
"Crunch... crunch..."
At that moment, a tall figure slowly appeared before the cluster of strange, ancient buildings.
He gently lifted his head, his face perfectly chiseled, a faint smile always lingering at the corners of his lips.
His deep eyes seemed to carry an air of calmness as he gazed at the buildings, his voice magnetic as he murmured to himself.
"So this is... Rōran..."
His words were barely spoken before they were swept away by the wind and sand.
Yet, from within the towering structures, a melodious song, the most enchanting in the desert, began to echo from the depths of the empty buildings.
The light rising from the heights of Rōran
Thoughts boiling
The dragon vein that protects
White blades reflecting
Gazing at the sky filled with sand
Wind, chaos intertwined
The blazing sun in full bloom
Flowers, scattering in the wind
The melodious song seemed to transcend space, drifting over to where he stood.
Hearing this hauntingly beautiful song, the tall figure's expression shifted slightly. He slowly raised his head.
His deep eyes narrowed, his calm gaze seemingly piercing through the swirling sand, directly into the heart of the buildings.
"Swish!"
In the next moment, his figure vanished from where he stood.
Only the endless yellow sand remained, swirling as it always had, as if time itself had stood still.
At this very moment, within the dense cluster of towering buildings, a joyous celebration was taking place.
Outside, the wind and sand raged, but inside these towering structures, there was no sense of being in a desert at all!
People dressed in vibrant clothes walked along broad streets, their faces filled with joy.
Looking up, one could see buildings that reached into the clouds, adorned with countless bright colors, as if celebrating something grand.
The crowd surged through the streets, happily making their way to an open square. Once gathered, they all looked up, their faces beaming with happiness.
"It's almost time, I can't wait to see the Queen again!"
"Yes, yes, it seems Princess Sara is already two years old this year. Time flies!"
Amid the dense crowd, people chatted excitedly, though their conversations always seemed to revolve around the Queen of Rōran.
At that moment, a figure quietly appeared on the outskirts of the crowd, standing in the corner of a tall building, calmly observing everything.
He wore a black-and-white uniform, a katana at his waist, his brown hair swept back, revealing sharp, handsome features.
If any ninja who had fought in that night's battle were present, they would have been utterly shocked!
The newcomer was none other than Aizen, who had been declared dead.
Just then, the constant murmuring of the crowd suddenly ceased!
Everyone looked up, their eyes fixed on the tall building, filled with excitement and admiration.
Noticing this, Aizen followed their gaze.
On a grand, towering building, a large window slowly opened, revealing a magnificent hall.
Then, a woman wearing a lavish crown stepped out, her clothes vibrant, a loving smile on her face as she held a delicate little girl in her arms.
As she appeared, the crowd below erupted in excitement, shouting with fervor.
"The Queen!!"
"The Queen has come out!!"
"Long live the Queen! Long live Princess Sara!!"
Hearing the sincere cheers from below, the Queen of Rōran, looking down at her people, smiled warmly and gently waved.
Each time she did, the crowd below erupted in cheers, showing their deep affection for their beautiful Queen.
The Queen gently set the delicate little girl down, holding her small hand and keeping her close.
The little girl stood shakily, like a timid little animal, hiding behind the Queen.
She held the Queen's hand with one tiny hand, while the other clutched the Queen's skirt, peeking out from behind her.
Her large, innocent eyes curiously gazed at the cheering crowd below, her delicate face showing a hint of fear, utterly adorable.
Aizen watched quietly from the shadows, a gentle smile appearing on his face. His deep eyes seemed to be pondering something, and he made no move even as the joyous ceremony came to an end.
As time passed, evening approached, and the gathered crowd began to disperse, though the festive atmosphere still enveloped the city.
Aizen, watching the joy on the people's faces, softly murmured.
"To think that in this land of slaughter, there exists such a peaceful and harmonious city... Rōran..."
"What a mysterious kingdom..."
As his words faded, his figure vanished without a trace.
Night fell, and within a grand palace.
The Queen of Rōran, having presided over the day's ceremonies, sat quietly on her throne, listening intently to her ministers' reports on state affairs.
"Your Majesty, the third water source in Rōran is nearly depleted. While it can still meet the people's needs for now, we may soon face a shortage of drinking water."
An elderly minister spoke with concern.
Hearing this, the Queen's elegant face showed a serious expression. After a moment of thought, she spoke in a clear, calm voice.
"Rest assured, no matter what, we cannot let the people down. I will use the power of Ryūmyaku to discover a new water source. Announce this to the people, so they need not worry about this matter any longer!"
Hearing her words, the elderly minister breathed a sigh of relief, kneeling respectfully and praising her.
"On behalf of the people, I thank Your Majesty for your benevolence!"
Once the discussions in the hall concluded, the Queen, assisted by her maids, returned to a warm, spacious chamber.
"You may all leave now."
The Queen spoke gently to her maids, then slowly walked toward an intricately carved and adorned bed.
Delicate curtains hung from the four corners of the bed, and on the soft mattress lay a little girl in a cute, exquisite nightgown, sleeping on her side.
The Queen sat gently on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping child, her face showing a mix of love and guilt.
She reached out, gently stroking the girl's forehead, her movements tender and soothing, as she whispered lovingly.
"I'm sorry, Sara... Sorry to keep you waiting again..."
Just as her words faded, a warm, magnetic voice echoed through the chamber.
"I think you needn't worry about that. I've been keeping the little one company all this time."