Fukuji was playing his zither with his beautiful poetry when I arrived. For a couple of seconds, he thought I was a beggar because of the way I looked. When he saw me holding the sword then he knew it was me,Muna. I extended my arms and offered him the sword, I turned around to leave,but he said to stay. He wanted me to stay with him because he said that Kiyomori sent out soldiers and the city would be filled with blood. I was greatly confused as he took me inside.
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