Two years flew by since last post. It does not matter, after all we all are in Time-continuum. The Moon still looks the same as 2 years ago. Old stories are unchanged. A young samurai is running in the forest behind the crescent castle, have never aged. He is still young and handsome. Hi's sweet heart (he wish she is his)glows with the dew of youth sprinkled by the keeper of the forest, the wood nymph. She has gone home now. Isao the young samurai reached the stream where Rin the girl came to bath in late evening. But she was not there. Isao overheard old falks chatting about their daily routine. Rin's grandmother Yoshi was amongst old women. From what Yoshi said, Isao found out Rin's habit of going to the creek late in the evening. Alas, he missed the first attempt of viewing Rin in the moon light. What Isao didn't know was that Rin saw Isao eavesdropping old women's chattering while he was pretending to fix an old women's hut. Rin went to the creek earlier than usual bathed in a hurry and gone home to avoid him. Isao has never said a word to Rin, but Rin felt his eyes focust on her wherever two happened to be in the same area at the same time. Isao is not a bad looking boy. That was the problem. He is a boy, not a man yet. Rin always dreamed of a handsome man to fall in love. The man of her dream was much older. and not a boy.

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