"No, Yugao, there's nothing on your face. I just got distracted looking at you. You're so beautiful! Just like an angel! I think any man walking past you would be unable to resist taking another look!" Ruri shook his head vigorously as he spoke to Uzuki Yugao.
"And you're still young now. You'll become even more beautiful when you grow up. When that time comes, any man would fall for you easily!" Ruri raised his head and continued looking at Uzuki Yugao's face as he spoke to her.
After hearing Ruri's words, Uzuki Yugao's face grew much redder than before. She lowered her head and said softly, "Ruri, you're so annoying! Even if I really am as pretty as you say, you can't keep talking about me like that. You've made me too embarrassed to face anyone now!"
After hearing Uzuki Yugao's words, Ruri grinned foolishly and scratched his head as he said to her, "I'm really sorry, Yugao. I was only telling the truth. I really didn't mean anything else by it! Besides, you really are beautiful!"
In truth, falling for the purple-haired girl wasn't only because the sight of her dressed in black, holding white chrysanthemums as she stood in the rain like an angel with broken wings, made one's heart ache. Nor was it only because her strength when she put on her Anbu mask stirred the heart. There was also her name, a name as beautiful as a flower.
Flowers would bloom in April, morning glories followed by moonflowers.
In the Japanese names for the months, April was called "Uzumaki," the spring season of abundant, colorful blossoms.
One needed only to close one's eyes to feel the happiness and splendor of "Uzumaki." Sadly, just as spring's beauty vanished in an instant, this so-called happiness and splendor