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[Let us say it has been some time. Long enough for people to realize a certain pair of twins were not avatars but incarnations, for thing with some rather deadly ancient yomi to escalate, and for someone to actually learn how to use a sword.
Let's say it's April. Graduation, even. The blossoms at the school have bloomed harder than they have in recent memory, the Fujiwara patriarch looks exceedingly grim at certain fox-blooded boyfriends having turned up in public, and Hisoka, well.
Hisoka wandered off at the earliest opportunity, away from photos and mementos and all those tear-stained fairwells and all that, to the base of a truly ancient cherry tree on the school grounds. One can only assume she's waiting her for people to follow.]
Let's say it's April. Graduation, even. The blossoms at the school have bloomed harder than they have in recent memory, the Fujiwara patriarch looks exceedingly grim at certain fox-blooded boyfriends having turned up in public, and Hisoka, well.
Hisoka wandered off at the earliest opportunity, away from photos and mementos and all those tear-stained fairwells and all that, to the base of a truly ancient cherry tree on the school grounds. One can only assume she's waiting her for people to follow.]