[ "Something to let his talents shine." ... The look in Sasuke's eyes grow distant and wistful. There could only be one song, and maybe... now is the time to let that song live in the light once more. Would it hurt, just for one song? ]
... Then, please follow along, Master Katakura.
[ The song that Sasuke chooses isn't suited for a fiery-electric party of samurai looking for a good time. The song isn't one sung at festivals or after a hard night's drinking. It's a song he hummed while working on the farm when he thought no one was around to hear him. It's a song that's precious to his non-existent heart, something that managed to survive a lifetime before Sasuke Sarutobi, or even just "Sasuke," existed. It's a song a mother sang to her child, Yoshiharu, and husband, Katamochi, to fill their rare nights of peace.
Sasuke's previous songs were sung among the crowd, but for this he lightly hops onto a makeshift stage and let's the moonlight illuminate him. Whether it be due to the present company or something else entirely, Sasuke intends to perform. ]
[ His voice is gentle like a whisper. The party-goers around him fall quiet upon seeing Sasuke with an air that is so much unlike him. It's almost like he's a shade of himself. Sasuke and yet... not quite the Sasuke everyone knows. He bows, then reaches into his kimono to pull out twin folding fans. Yoshiharu begins to sing and dance. His moves are fluid like leaves in the wind, full of arcs and spins, moves pieced together from faded memories of his mother's graceful dancing. ]
A swarm of butterflies without wings A deep forest of dead leaves The sound of the wind is a flower's sorrowful road
A cut-off thread can once again be connected What can a person weave in his hand? If only it could be repaired like old robes
My heart calls out to yours From a fleeting life, the response is only an illusion
If I love because of love My foolish wish becomes a river Until the past times come back Where will this sand ship go?
I will even discard my name if it can answer this burden The edge of the cloud summons the sky Who will be the person that I meet on the other side?
A lit light leaves wandering shadows If fear can be forgiven, our friendship will echo
If I love because of love My endless wish becomes a river Those that I hold tightly only in my arms Will they fill my light?
If I love because of love My foolish wish becomes a river Until the past times come back Where will this sand ship flow to?
If I love because of love My endless wish becomes a river Those that I hold tightly only in my arms Will they fill my light?
[ Yoshiharu is still until the last notes of Kojuro's flute are swallowed up by the air. His fans disappear from his hands as if they were his shuriken, and he bows low, sinking into the shadows. Sasuke will reappear nearby leaning against a tree and looking upwards at the night sky as he catches his breath and returns to a ninja wearing the mask of a ninja. ]
Sasuke-Kojuro performance of "Harukanaru Kawa" right here!
... Then, please follow along, Master Katakura.
[ The song that Sasuke chooses isn't suited for a fiery-electric party of samurai looking for a good time. The song isn't one sung at festivals or after a hard night's drinking. It's a song he hummed while working on the farm when he thought no one was around to hear him. It's a song that's precious to his
non-existentheart, something that managed to survive a lifetime before Sasuke Sarutobi, or even just "Sasuke," existed. It's a song a mother sang to her child, Yoshiharu, and husband, Katamochi, to fill their rare nights of peace.Sasuke's previous songs were sung among the crowd, but for this he lightly hops onto a makeshift stage and let's the moonlight illuminate him. Whether it be due to the present company or something else entirely, Sasuke intends to perform. ]
This is called "Harukanaru Kawa"
[ His voice is gentle like a whisper. The party-goers around him fall quiet upon seeing Sasuke with an air that is so much unlike him. It's almost like he's a shade of himself. Sasuke and yet... not quite the Sasuke everyone knows. He bows, then reaches into his kimono to pull out twin folding fans. Yoshiharu begins to sing and dance. His moves are fluid like leaves in the wind, full of arcs and spins, moves pieced together from faded memories of his mother's graceful dancing. ]
[ Yoshiharu is still until the last notes of Kojuro's flute are swallowed up by the air. His fans disappear from his hands as if they were his shuriken, and he bows low, sinking into the shadows. Sasuke will reappear nearby leaning against a tree and looking upwards at the night sky as he catches his breath and returns to a ninja wearing the mask of a ninja. ]