Under the moon, the Son of Tsuka asks the crowd: who guards their coins through winter, and who drops it at the first frost? The mountain remembers the holders… the wind carries away the jeets.
$SENT
When the old flame fades, its ember finds a new paw.
The Son of Tsuka lifts his gaze to the moon, packs patience and steel,
and steps onto the long road.
Fortune favors those who walk before the dawn.
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