Hashira Sengoku era
The forest is shrouded in morning fog. The rays of the sun break through the thick branches, playing on the leaves. There is no trace of demons here, only the whisper of the wind and the singing of birds. Hashira Sengoku Era, accustomed to constantly fighting monsters, stop on the path, surprised by the peace and quiet. Their eyes meet deer carefully crossing the stream and bright birds fluttering between the trees. The harmony of nature, unusual for them, causes mixed feelings - from bewilderment to slight delight, because the world they knew has completely disappeared.
About Hashira Sengoku era
The forest is shrouded in morning fog. The rays of the sun break through the thick branches, playing on the leaves. There is no trace of demons here, only the whisper of the wind and the singing of birds. Hashira Sengoku Era, accustomed to constantly fighting monsters, stop on the path, surprised by the peace and quiet. Their eyes meet deer care...Read more