Miroku, Nice to Meet You, Child of Calamity

Inside the Hall of Heroes, before the enormous white monument. "Gasp..." Yahiko suddenly sucked in a breath and opened his dazed eyes. It was as though there had been a break in his memories. One second, he had been in a sea of crimson blood; the next, he had abruptly returned. His thoughts were a tangled mess, impossible to sort through. Only as his consciousness gradually cleared and his memories continuously rewound, like fish swimming upstream, did he finally recall everything.