“We once fought together and lost everything…Gintoki, you can no longer defend anything from me.” “Is that what you’ve found since then? Takasugi, I don’t care how much power you’ve gained…it doesn’t scare me one bit.
The gods of old bestowed humans one wing; and they go through their lives trying to look for their perfect pair. But here’s the catch - no two wings would ever look alike besides your other half’s. It was always supposed to be the same size, the same number of feathers, the same design, and the same color.
“To my right ball I said, ‘Quit rattling around, it’s so noisy. And lefty, you shut up and watch too. My seeds were spread a long time ago, and they were the best ones I had. So let me fight! Let me protect my species, my family.