“I’m not good when a woman cries.” — an excerpt of “1863, December”

1864, October (pt 3) Sanosuke has never seen her cry. Chizuru’s spirit is indomitable, something as hard and unwavering as it is gentle. When he stumbles across her sitting under the early evening stars, he has to take a breath. He blinks twice--isn’t sure what to think--because yes, that is Chizuru, but how? Why? he thinks. Her …